Sodom and Detroit (11 page)

He nodded at a uniformed guard and led her deeper
into the corporate section of Sodom. This area of the hotel buzzed
with activity, and the sight of all the cubicles made her homesick
for her office. She bit back a giggle as she realized how sick that
thought was, however true.

Heads turned to follow their progress, and Luke
looped a possessive arm around her waist. Her mind raced as she
tried to categorize this moment in her life. They were together for
the first time in the flesh—a first date, if you will—but they had
already been as close as a man and woman could be. If his body in
real life was anything like his body in VR, she was already
intimately familiar with every inch of his thick cock.

The thought of how he’d groaned in delight when she
took his erection deep into her throat made her breath catch, and
Luke’s hand stroked over her hip. She wanted him, badly. Wanted
this time alone to focus on him, to enjoy his attention without the
overwhelming sensation of being pleasured by two men. While the
ménage had been fantastic, she was eager to experience what Luke
was like one-on-one. As they had talked, his quick wit and charm
had put her at ease, but there was something about the way he
looked at her, the way he seemed to be constantly aware of her body
and mood that sent a tingle of anticipation straight to her
pussy.

Though she had to admit the thought of Gryphon
watching them together made her burn a little hotter.

He led them down a marble hallway and nodded to the
matronly woman at the desk outside his office. After keying his
code in to the security panel, he ushered her inside, then quickly
shut the door.

Emotions and anticipation crashed into her until she
stood in the center of the room. Being here with him was
overwhelming and almost surreal. It would be easy to pretend this
was just another VR fantasy, but she wasn’t going to let herself
cop out like that. This was real, and she would face the emotions
she usually kept so carefully bottled up. Right now, her chief
emotion was hope. Hope that she wasn’t making a mistake, hope that
Luke was telling the truth about Gryphon being okay with this, and
hope that she could trust this man with her heart. Because, like it
or not, Luke had moved past the
just physical
drawer in her
psyche and straight into the dusty and neglected
this could be
the start of something wonderful
section.

A giant black marble and steel desk dominated the
far side of the room, and a vast wall of security screens stood at
her back. An enormous tinted glass window that stretched from floor
to ceiling showed the rainy landscape of downtown Detroit in the
late afternoon.

Nerves had her licking her lips, but Luke’s gaze
pinned her to the spot. It wasn’t his good looks that drew her to
him but rather his absolute confidence. She found confident men
totally sexy and seductive.

“Would you like to play rough with me, beautiful?”
he asked in a purring rumble while he unbuttoned his jacket.

She sucked in a quick gulp of air and released it.
“Please.” The one word came out needy and breathless. God, he was
making her take responsibility for what they were about to do. Now
she couldn’t fool herself and say it just happened. No, she had
asked for it, pleaded, even. The thought of bending to his will,
begging him for pleasure, made her sex clench, and another rush of
moisture soaked her already drenched panties.

He smiled and tossed his jacket onto a green leather
couch. “Good. If it gets to be too much, just say ‘Gryphon,’ and
I’ll stop.”

She nodded and shifted her feet, unsure what to do.
She watched his long fingers undo the buttons of his shirt; it
joined the jacket on the couch. His muscular chest flexed as he
undid the top button of his black pants. She desperately wanted to
rub her cheek against the golden hair leading from his navel to the
edge of his boxers.

The choice about what to do next was taken from her
when he yanked her against him and jerked her dress up over her
bottom. He placed his hands on her ample flesh, then groaned. “God,
you’re so soft. I love a woman with a full figure, so feminine and
delicious.”

She shivered against him and ground her hips into
his erection. His lips were firm, and his goatee tickled her face
as his mouth teased hers. The soft stroke of his tongue made her
sigh as their kiss deepened. She wrapped her arms around his
shoulders and let out a little groan at how good he felt. His skin
was smooth and supple over the steel of his body.

He spun her around and pressed her against the wall,
holding her hands above her head. “Stay like this,” he ordered and
kicked her feet apart. Excitement made her hyperaware of the
feeling of the wall beneath her fingertips, of the press of her
garters against her thighs, of the heat from his body on her
back.

The sound of his zipper seemed loud in the hush of
his office. When he rubbed his cock over her satin-covered bottom,
they both groaned. Her position limited her movement, but the hood
of her clit scraped against the slit in her panties.

He knelt behind her, and she heard a metallic snap.
A glance showed him carefully cutting the edges of her panties with
his pocketknife. He gently tugged the ruined satin off her hips,
and she gritted her teeth as he pulled them back and forth between
her legs, teasing her clit. While they had been one of her favorite
pairs of panties, she’d enjoy the memory of them being cut from her
body even more.

She arched her back into the air to give him better
access. As his fingertips grazed her ass she imagined Gryphon
watching them. The thought brought a new rush of desire.

Luke gripped her bottom and spread apart her cheeks,
admiring the little pucker of her anus. She hissed as his fingers
scissored over her clit and his tongue stroked along her bottom. He
was utterly wicked, depraved even, and she loved it.

He quickly brought her to the edge of orgasm, then
stopped. A frustrated groan passed through her lips. He laughed. “I
want that lovely bottom pink.”

A quick smacking sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed
in the room. At first it was light slaps that made her wiggle. He
began to bite and lick the side of her neck in time with his
spanking, and the hits grew harder. Her skin warmed beneath the
blows and she found herself arching to meet the smack of his hand,
loving how he growled when she wiggled.

“Rub your clit while I spank you, beautiful,” he
said into her ear.

She ran her finger through her wet slit and teased
back the hood of her clit while he spanked her. Each slap
corresponded to her pressing harder on her clit until she began to
eagerly anticipate the brisk smack of his hand. His nails lightly
traced along her burning bottom, and she sagged against the wall.
There was something so primal about the pain and pleasure mixture,
the awareness of how her submission to his hand made them both
burn.

She shuddered and widened her stance, trying to
entice him to continue. His low growl of approval seemed to stroke
her from the inside out, and his next smack caught her by surprise.
She didn’t know if it was because her bottom was sensitized to his
touch, but that slap carried a harsh sting of pain. She rubbed her
clit faster to try to offset the ache. They fell into a pattern
again: his hand on her bottom bringing pleasure/pain until she just
held her finger down on her clit and rocked her hips in time to his
spanks. Her movements were so tied to his spanking that she stopped
when he did. He reached around her and jerked her hand out from
between her legs before slamming it on the wall.

“If you breathe on me, I’m going to come,” she
whimpered.

He pulled back, and she bit her lip as she heard the
sound of a wrapper being opened. A quick glance confirmed he was
sliding a condom over his cock. As far as she was concerned, he
couldn’t get inside of her soon enough.

“If I fuck you in the ass, will you come?”

She shuddered as the large ridge of his cock rubbed
back and forth on her clit. “Yes.”

“Have you ever taken a dick in that lovely ass
before?”

The intimate question made her squirm against him.
“Yeah.”

“Did you like it?”

The outer ridge of the head of his cock scraped over
her clit and almost brought her to her knees. “Oh yes.”

His heat left her back. A moment later something
cool squirted between the cheeks of her ass, and she bit back a
surprised squeal. The warmth of his finger was startling against
the cool gel as he spread it around her anus. She tried to relax as
first one finger, then two eased into her. There was a sharp sting,
but it blended into the throbbing of her punished bottom. As he
slowly began to finger fuck her ass he placed gentle kisses all
over her shoulders, his touch soothing her even as he made her burn
hotter.

Slowly his fingers stretched her. “You’re so tight.
I’m going to have to fight to keep from coming right away. Tell me
what you want, my beauty.”

“Please.” The words shivered out as the head of his
cock nudged her bottom.

“Please what?” His voice was soft and teasing, but
the head of his cock began to fight her body for entrance.

“Please fuck my ass.”

“Good girl,” he growled and pulled one of her hands
down and placed it between her legs then began to massage her clit
with her fingers. “Come for me.”

The erotic order brought her suppressed orgasm
almost instantly as he pushed his way into her tight bottom. There
was burning pain, but it just added a rich spice to the
contractions of her orgasm. When he was halfway in, he reached
around to cup her breasts.

“So tight, just like I thought. Perfect.” His praise
made her feel wonderful, and she relaxed, allowing him to slide all
the way in. It burned and there was pain, but nothing compared to
the sense of satisfaction that she was giving him pleasure.

They stayed like that for a moment. Luke groaned.
“You’re going to come for me again. And when your sweet bottom
contracts around my cock, I’m going to fill you up. Fuck you until
you cry my name.”

He began to work her with short strokes. Just those
small movements had her dancing against the wall. She had anal
beads at home she liked to play with, and a good sized butt plug,
but this was totally different. She glanced over to the side and
saw their reflection in the glass windows.

Luke had his cheek on her head and was watching them
as well. His eyes locked with hers in the mirror, and he mouthed
the word
beautiful
. She looked away, unable to take the
intimacy of his gaze. He jerked her dress over her head and sighed
with pleasure. “I wish you could see how fantastic you look. Your
ass is pink from my spanking, a color that almost matches your
garters and bra. Your little anus is gripping my cock, and it feels
fantastic.”

He slid his hand down between her legs and brushed
her hand aside, giving her clit a cruel pinch. She cried out, and
he groaned, “That’s it—sing for me.”

He began to fuck her harder, long strokes that had
her panting and groaning. Greedy for her orgasm, she pushed her
hips back to meet his. A final press on her clit, and she started
to come in long waves. Different from a vaginal orgasm, the
strength of it made Luke struggle to move, and he joined her as her
body gripped him. He whispered her name repeatedly as he emptied
himself into her bottom in harsh jerks.

His hands stroked her hair back from her neck, and
he placed a gentle kiss there. “You are the most amazing woman I
have ever had. So sensual and responsive. With the right guidance,
I bet we could make you come all night long.”

The image made her breath catch in her throat even
as he pulled himself out of her. She turned around and slumped
against the wall while he retrieved a washcloth from the private
bathroom in his office. Never in a million years had she thought
she would begin today afraid of falling for one man, only to find
herself now falling for two. To be honest, she was so blissed-out,
so floating on a cloud of endorphins, that the thought of being in
love didn’t send her into the panic it usually did.

She watched him walk toward her, nude and semierect,
and admired the firm lines of his body. She had spent most of their
time together facing the wall and now looked her fill. Goodness he
was gorgeous. Long, lean muscles moved beneath his skin, and the
hair on his chest and stomach made her want to rub her face on him
to feel it’s texture. He paused before her and gave her an arrogant
smile that said he knew exactly what she was thinking.

“Up we go,” he said in a soft voice as he helped her
stand. Leading her over to the leather couch against the far wall,
he bent her over the arm. Her bottom ached, and the warmth of the
cloth felt heavenly. To her astonishment, his warm and wet tongue
licked her burning butt cheeks. A little flicker of desire had her
wriggling beneath his touch. He gave each cheek a kiss before
resuming his cleaning. His gentle hands stroked her with the soft
washcloth as he said, “I have a fantasy I would like to indulge in
with you and Gryphon tonight, if you’re game.”

Carla greeted her as soon as she opened the door.
“Hi, Maeve.” She took in Maeve’s pink cotton shorts and white tank
top with a grin. “Glad you didn’t dress up for me.”

Maeve snickered and tossed her sandals in the
corner. “My mystery man refuses to see me in the real world, so I
decided to take my relaxation to a whole new level.”

“I totally approve. I keep telling the owners we
need a pajama party dinner where all the guests can lounge around
in their comfy jammies.” Carla tapped a finger against her lips.
“Then again, our guests would probably turn it into a lingerie
party. Which isn’t a bad idea either.”