Ann Mayburn - Sodom and the Phoenix

She fought against his hold on her hair until he tightened his fist and delicious streaks of pain went from her scalp straight to her pussy. He turned her head so she could watch the road and catch the shine of a windshield coming up the road. Inside her, his cock seemed to swell. His movements became frantic, slamming his body into hers.

A truck lumbered around the corner, and he reached between them, then pinched her clit in a cruel vise that had her screaming. The orgasm seemed to detonate from somewhere deep inside of her, setting off explosions through her body that ended and began where she and Bryan were joined. All she could do was shriek her pleasure into the sky as Bryan growled deep in his throat and shuddered, his cock jerking and twitching inside her. He gave her clit a few last gentle strokes before gathering her into his arms and placing tender kisses along her cheeks and forehead. She felt like her skin should be glowing with visible sparks of pleasure to match the sensations still humming through her nervous system.

That was so, so good.

A deep, utterly content sigh escaped her lips, and she cuddled close to him—well, as close as she could with her hands still behind her back. Bumping his chin softly with her nose, she said, “Think you can unlock the cuffs now, Officer?” Her voice came out in a husky rasp, and she wondered how loud she had screamed. Her ex had always tried to muffle her on the rare occasions she’d had an orgasm, but Bryan seemed to like it.

He placed a kiss on her nose, so at odds with his rough handling of her earlier that her stomach fluttered. He removed his still-hard dick and pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, cleaning himself off before sliding back into his pants. As his seed ran out of her, she felt a delicious little naughty thrill. Here, in broad daylight before God and who knows what trucker, he’d made her feel more alive than she’d felt in a long, long time.

To her surprise, he folded the handkerchief over to a clean section and lightly stroked between her legs, cleaning her up in an efficient manner that also aroused her. That alone astonished her. Usually after a good orgasm, she was the one ready to go to sleep. With Bryan, she felt kind of like a teenager with her first car. She couldn’t wait to get behind the wheel again and see where fate would take her.

He pulled the damp silk of her panties back in place and patted her mound, sending a little buzz through her nerves. After unlocking her wrists, he examined them and frowned at the deep red marks. “Next time I’ll have to remember to use padded cuffs. You seem to have a very high pain tolerance when you’re aroused, and I think you could unwittingly hurt yourself.”

His concern surprised her, and she pulled her hands out of his grasp to rub her wrists. The warmth in his touch battered at the carefully erected walls around her heart, and she didn’t like it. He was here for the sex, just like she was. It was time to remind them both of that fact. “Well, this is just VR. It’s not like anything that happens here counts in the real world.”

The blue of his eyes went from a warm flame to ice, and she inwardly winced. Maybe she’d been a bit blunt, but he should be happy that she understood this was a onetime thing. After all, casual dating was all the rage nowadays. Every TV show she watched seemed to feature people sleeping with each other like it had no more meaning than blowing your nose.

She awkwardly pushed herself off the car and pulled the top of her dress back into place. Without a bra, her breasts poked through the thin linen, but she had no idea where her bra had gone. Bryan tilted his head to the side and watched her attempt to straighten her clothing. She had the oddest feeling she should be apologizing to him for something.

Trying to salvage the situation, she forced a smile and crossed her arms over her chest. “That was very nice. Thank you.” His eyes narrowed, and she scooted around him to the door of the Corvette. “We still have some time left. I think I’ll go for a drive.”

Still he said nothing.

Her hands shook as she slid into the bucket seat and turned the car on. The throaty roar of the Corvette still sent a shot of joy through her, but the burning cold of Bryan’s gaze dampened it. A quick glance out of the corner of her eye confirmed he continued to stand there, his powerful arms over his chest as he watched her. His face seemed to be carved out of a block of stone.

“Well, thank you for the pleasant afternoon.” She considered shaking his hand, but it seemed odd after having had him inside her, making her feel special and wonderful and oh so vulnerable. The silence stretched between them, and she flinched when he moved. She tapped her foot on the accelerator, making the engine race.

His strong, tanned hands gripped the edge of the door as he leaned in. She looked up at him, her gaze fastening on his lips, firmed into a stern line. That need to apologize bubbled up in her again, and she ruthlessly pushed it away. He studied her, and she gripped the wheel until her knuckles turned white.

“You know”—his voice came out in a rumble deeper than the engine—“I’ve never had a woman describe her time with me as ‘pleasant’ before.”

She blinked up at him, wetting her suddenly dry lips. “I-I had a nice time,” she said and realized how lame that sounded. She’d had an amazing time and would never forget this day. Heck, this experience would be the one she gauged the rest of her lovemaking against for the rest of her life. But she couldn’t tell him that. He was an experienced lover and dom; he probably had fantastic women that knew what they were doing in bed all the time. Beautiful, young women who knew how to follow his commands and were the perfect submissives. It wasn’t like he’d picked her. He’d picked the fantasy, and she’d just happened to be here.

“Little flame.” He stroked the side of her face with a tender touch that sent a rush of sparkling tingles through her body. “Will you be coming to the convention dinner tonight?”

She allowed him to cup her cheek and slightly turned her head, smelling a touch of his masculine cologne on his wrist. “I don’t know. I guess I have to if I want to eat.” She glanced at him and then stared at his chest, unable to take the intensity of his gaze.

His voice held a trace of laughter, and when she looked up, she was glad to see his eyes had thawed somewhat. She’d never seen blue eyes as expressive as his, but they seemed to reflect his soul. Hot and cold, ice and fire that kept her guessing. She looked up and met those amazing eyes that were now the warm blue of a summer sky. “I have some convention business to do after this, but I would like you to sit with me and some of my friends at dinner.” He must have seen the flash of fear in her eyes, because he chuckled. “Don’t worry, it’s only dinner. I just want you to meet some of the people at the convention. I think it will help you realize that normal, everyday people can enjoy being kinky and still be good people.”

“I don’t know,” she said when all she wanted to do was giggle. Goodness, this man was dangerous to her newfound sense of independence. Gathering her confidence, she said, “I came here for new experiences, to see new things and uh—people. Just casual.”

Instead of calling her a slut, he simply nodded with a thoughtful look. “I can understand and appreciate that. You are a beautiful woman who deserves to sample everything the world has to offer.” His fingertips traced down the column of her neck and dipped to caress her collarbone. “What if you considered me your tour guide in decadence? I promise nothing you want to try will offend me or make me think anything less of you. Nothing serious, simply two people exploring their sexuality together.”