Ann Mayburn - Sodom and the Phoenix

Tanwen cried out as the last spank hit her swollen flesh. Her clit still throbbed with her hard orgasm, and the smack sent bolts of pain through her pussy that faded into a pounding warmth. Darn that man, he’d made her disobey him, made her orgasm. She had totally forgotten his demand when he began to speak to her in that wonderfully deep voice, telling her all those naughty things that lit her on fire from the inside out.

She was jerked out of her thoughts when he pulled her off the hood and wrapped his arms around her. The evidence of his arousal dug into her backside like an iron bar, and she wiggled against him. It was nice to know he wasn’t as unaffected as he pretended to be. She’d never been with a man with so much self-control, and it drove her crazy. Made her want to watch him take his pleasure with her.

Normally the knowledge of the kinky things he’d just done to her, that she had willingly participated in, would have brought an arousal-killing shame. But because this was VR, it didn’t really count. She could do anything she wanted, be as wanton as she’d always dreamed without any of the embarrassment. A sense of freedom followed on the heels of her realization and sent a shudder through her body that caused Bryan to growl in approval.

His long fingers undid the buttons on her bodice one at a time as she sagged against him. Strong and steady, he took her weight easily. The burning pain of his spanking, both with the belt and his hand, stung as the crinoline of her underskirt scratched against her tender bottom. She tried to move her hips away, but he pulled her back without saying a word, waiting until she stopped wiggling before continuing with her buttons.

Her dress now hung open to the waist, and he smoothed it down her shoulders, leaving her standing in her bullet bra with her dress bunched around her waist where anyone could see her. Moments before, with his voice driving her to unknown heights of delicious depravity, her exposure hadn’t even been a thought. Now the idea of anyone driving past, seeing them, made her arousal surge.

She unhooked her bra and shimmed it down her arms. With her breasts exposed, nervousness and embarrassment pushed back her arousal, and she clasped her hands together, unsure what to do next. Once again he seemed to read her mind and held her breasts in his hands and gave each nipple a hard squeeze. She was surprised at how pink her nipples looked—very pink against his tanned fingers as he stretched and molded them.

“Beautiful tits, a soft handful that any man would love.” He rolled her nipples with his thumbs, and sparks of pleasure shot through her. “I love the freckles on them, each one begging for a kiss. I bet they taste like cinnamon.”

She flushed and relaxed back into his chest, a soft moan of pleasure escaping as he pinched her nipples harder and harder still until she ground her backside into him.

“My little flame, I can’t wait to get these lovely nipples into some clamps.” He used his nails, scraping over her breasts hard enough to leave red trails on her pale skin. “You mark so beautifully.”

Her breasts had never been very sensitive, and men usually didn’t do enough to them to make it anything more than pleasant. His firm, almost painful treatment of her breasts was everything she’d ever wanted but hadn’t known it. While his pinches and tugs hurt, they also felt wonderful. She wiggled her backside against him, and he groaned deep in his throat.

“Hands behind your back.”

Before she was even aware of it, she had followed his instructions like it was second nature. A moment later, cool metal snapped over her wrists, and she jumped. When she tried to jerk her hands apart, she realized he’d put handcuffs on her. His firm hands gripped her waist and spun her around before setting her back on the hood. All the moisture in her mouth dried up when he slowly pulled down the zipper of his pants and freed a very, very thick erection.

His fist barely closed around it as he stroked his dick from the base of his shaft to the tip, squeezing out a drop of precum that glistened in the dappled sunlight. Her body flushed with heat, and a deep ache started in her pussy. She parted her legs in silent invitation, trying to keep her balance. Instead of diving between her legs, he continued to stroke his dick. She became mesmerized by the slide of his hand up and down his shaft. The need for that wonderful erection inside of her grew until she thrust her hips with each stroke.

“Tanwen, I’m going to fuck you now.”

It wasn’t a question; it was a statement. He moved between her legs and lifted her dress out of the way. He ran his hands up her thighs, tracing the outline of her garters and moving aside her panties with a butterfly-soft touch. She looked up and found him watching her, his ice blue eyes locked on her face. Unable to look away, she felt a sense of terrible intimacy as he ran the velvety head of his cock over her sopping-wet entrance. He moved the broad head of his shaft around and around before flicking her clit with his dick, rubbing the edge of his glans over that little bundle of nerves until she had to strain to keep her eyes open.

“Please, Sir,” she whispered as he rested his erection against her entrance.

“You can do better than that. Beg for me.”

She flushed and tried to look away, but he captured her chin in an almost cruel grip and made her focus on him. The head of his cock sank just the tiniest bit into her.

“Please, put your erection inside of me.”

His smile was cruel. “Say, ‘Please, Sir, put your cock inside of my wet cunt.’”

He arched his eyebrows and pulled back until he barely grazed her body. The words tumbled from her lips. “Please, Sir, put your…cock inside my wet …my wet cunt.”

“Good girl.” He grasped her hips and began to push inside her, stroking along her swollen inner tissues, spearing her with his dick. So big, it felt as if he filled her completely. The entire time, he held her gaze, the blue ice of his eyes melting into a searing blue flame. Her thigh muscles trembled as he abruptly jammed the last few inches into her until her clit ground against his pelvis, and she wrapped her legs around his waist with a low moan. He ran his hands over the still-sore belt marks on the backs of her thighs, scraping his nails over them, making them sting.

He must have felt her clench, because he groaned and captured her lips in a kiss. The softness of his lips was a delicious contrast to the steel of his dick moving in and out of her, strokes made smooth by her wetness. Because of her bound hands, she couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything more than squeeze him with her inner muscles as he took her.

With that knowledge came a sense of relief. She didn’t have to worry about pleasing him or trying to figure out what he wanted. He was in utter control of the situation and knew exactly what to do to make her crazy. Their tongues stroked against each other, mimicking the movements of their bodies. He dug his nails into her thighs, and she moaned into his mouth, loving the edge of pain. It struck her as utterly depraved and naughty that he treated her in such a rough manner and she wanted more.

He began to pound into her, the wet slap of flesh meeting flesh mixing with the sounds of birds in the trees. In the distance, she thought she heard a motor rumbling, and she imagined what an erotic picture they made. The motor got louder, and as it pulled closer, she became more frantic, shoving herself at him as best she could, grinding her pelvis in tight circles against the hard sections of his lower abdomen.

He released her lips and gripped her hair tight, pulling her head back. “When that car gets here, you’re going to come. I want them to see how beautiful you look screaming while I fill you with my seed.”