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Authors: Sinclair Sexsmith,Miriam Zoila Perez,Wendi Kali,Rachel Kramer Bussel,Gigi Frost,BB Rydell,Amelia Thornton,Dilo Keith,Vie La Guerre,Anna Watson

BOOK: Say Please: Lesbian BDSM Erotica
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“You’ve never been fucked with a strap-on?” I asked.
“No. My first girlfriend wasn’t much into toys,” she explained. “I asked her several times if she would just use them on me, but she had absolutely no interest in it.”
“Being chained up and flogged requires a lot of trust from the person in the chains. I would be happy to indulge your fantasies when you feel that level of trust with me,” I replied in my most gentlemanly manner.
She felt comfortable and trusted me enough to talk about it, which led me to believe that she trusted me enough to let me help make her fantasy come true.
After telling her about the bike during our last date, she confessed another fantasy:
“I’ve always wanted to ride on one, but never trusted anyone enough to actually do it.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah. I mean, you’re putting your life in someone else’s hands when you get on one of those.”
“You have a point. You’re not the one in control if you’re on the back of the bike.”
“Exactly. But, on the other hand, the danger of it gets me, well, excited,” she said, looking up at me shyly.
She held my gaze for a moment to make sure I understood her.
“I see. You know, I would be happy to take you out on a slow and gentle ride through the country this weekend,” I replied.
“Hmmm. I don’t really have the patience for slow and gentle. I’m more of a fast-and-rough kind of woman, if you know what I mean,” she said.
Looking at this beautiful woman standing before me in a low-cut dress, knee-high black leather boots, and black leather wrist cuffs, it took me a moment to think about what she had just said. Suddenly it clicked. Gazing at her bright red lips as they turned upward into a shy smile, I realized that she was looking for more than one kind of ride.
“I know exactly what you mean. I’ll pick you up at two on Saturday,” I said.
She smiled that beautiful smile that had already turned this hard, old butch to mush, then kissed me hard and hungrily before saying good night.
When I finally arrived at her place to pick her up, she greeted me at the door. “Are you ready for your first ride?” I asked.
Giggling nervously, she replied with a barely audible “Yes.”
After leading her out to the bike, I stood behind her for a moment as she prepared to mount the powerful machine. The combination of her black leather boots, tight-fitting jeans, and the black mesh riding jacket I had just handed her made my blood race to all the right places.
Before she slid her helmet over her long, dark curls, I walked up behind her, slipped my arm around her waist, and whispered in her ear, “It’s okay, baby. Just hold on tight and Daddy will take good care of you.”
I could feel her body tremble as she leaned back against me and whispered, “Yes, Daddy.”
After lowering her foot pegs, I climbed on and pressed the ignition button. The bike fired up with a roar. I extended my hand to her. She grabbed it for balance and climbed on behind me, wrapping those beautiful legs around me and the machine. She snuggled up as closely as she could against my back, slid her arms around me, and held on tightly.
I started off slowly through the quiet neighborhood streets so she could get a feel for the bike and how it rode. After a few minutes I could feel her begin to relax a bit, so I headed for the winding country road that would lead us to a secluded spot I had eyed many times while out riding.
The weather was perfect; the sun was shining and the breeze was gentle. When we reached the open road, I pulled back on the throttle and let the bike speed up a bit. Her grip around my waist went tight, then began to relax again. I patted her hands with one of mine, letting her know she was okay.
With each curve of the road, she became more and more comfortable with the ride and slowly let her hands travel down to my legs. I felt her pause for a moment when she felt my cock under the denim. She squirmed a little in her seat before squeezing and stroking it.
I could feel her want as she gripped and stroked the inside of my thighs. She may have been scared, but it was clear that fear combined with the feel of my cock was making her hot and needy. I grabbed her hands and returned them to my stomach, then patted them as if to say,
Patience, baby. Patience.
We were close to the spot I’d chosen, which was good because I was ready to give her what she so badly wanted.
Coming out of the last curve, I turned off the road and into the field, parking under an old tree. We were secluded from the road in the middle of nowhere.
After climbing off the bike, I told her to take her jacket off, and being the good girl she is, she obeyed. While watching her, I slowly removed mine and hung them both on the handlebars.
She began to walk toward me, but I stopped her by holding up my hand.
“Take off your shirt,” I ordered in a deep, commanding voice. Daddy had taken over.
She thought about protesting for a moment, but the demanding look I gave her led her to do as she was told.
“Now turn around and put your hands on the seat of the bike.”
The sight of her long, dark curls flowing down her creamy back and gently touching the waist of her jeans made my pants feel a bit tighter as my clit grew harder and pushed against my cock. I walked up behind her and pushed her soft, dark hair to the side, unclasped her bra, and slowly pushed it down her arms while I leaned into her. When she felt my cock push against her ass, she pushed back against it hungrily.
Reaching into my saddlebags, I pulled out the wrist cuffs and chains. The rattle of the chains made her gasp with anticipation. I thought back to what she’d said on our last date about not having much patience for slow and gentle and used this little piece of information to tease and taunt her while reaching around her to slowly put her wrists in the cuffs.
Attaching the chains to the cuffs, I locked one of her beautiful wrists to the back of the bike and the other to the front. With her arms stretched out to her sides and her hair flowing gently in the breeze, she was a vision of beauty. Her back was my canvas.
I slid my hands around the curve of her hips and up to her belly—her skin was incredibly soft. My want for her grew as I grabbed her hips and pulled her hard against my cock.
She pushed against me and moaned a barely audible “Please, Daddy? Please fuck me.”
“No,” I growled in her ear while unbuttoning her pants and sliding my hands inside to her soft mound.
I could feel her warmth and wetness begging me to explore as she squirmed.
“Don’t move,” I ordered. She stopped with a whimper. The look of agony on her face was my prize.
“Plea—”
“Shhh. No.”
Gliding my finger across her clit, I found her sweet center and slowly separated her lips to find her drenched. Dipping one finger into her warm wetness, I felt her knees buckle slightly. My grip around her waist grew tighter. She moaned even louder as I slid my finger back across her clit, covering it in her juices.
Still holding on to her and pressing my cock against her ass, I brought my finger up to my mouth to savor her sweetness. A low, almost evil chuckle escaped my lips as I reached into the saddlebag again. It was time for her beating.
“Your safeword is
ride,
” I whispered in her ear before stepping back.
The black leather flogger was heavy in my hand as I whipped it around in the air for a moment to let her know what was coming. My eyes traveled to the small of her back. The surge of power I felt as I whipped the flogger around in the air was intoxicating. She put all of her trust in me for that moment.
Damn, she is beautiful.
I imagined the marks I was about to leave on her back as I readied her with soft, methodic taps with the strands of the flogger.
Gentle
tap, tap, taps
turned into hard
thud, thud, thuds
. Then with a loud smack the first marks appeared on her back. A slight scream escaped her lips while her arm muscles flexed as she pulled on the chains. Then more gentle
tap, tap, taps
, and hard
thud, thud, thuds
just before the loud crack of the strands against her back. Again leaving marks.
I could see her knees begin to get weak as the beating continued. Little beads of sweat rolled down her back and arms as she pulled on the chains and squirmed against the bike. Admiring my artistic work in the red markings that were growing on her back, I repeated the rhythm a few more times until more red welts appeared and I was satisfied with my masterpiece.
Returning the flogger to my saddlebag, I slowly moved my hands down her back to ease the stings my work brought. She was breathing hard and pushing against my hands. A slight moan escaped her lips.
“Please, Daddy,” she pleaded.
“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want,” I whispered in her ear.
“Please fuck me,” she begged.
I slowly unbuttoned my 501s so she could hear them coming undone. She squirmed against me at the sound of one button after another.
Pulling my cock out and tightening up my harness, I let the tip of the cock tease her ass through her jeans. Her begging and squirming continued, and so did my teasing.
I unchained her from the bike and turned her around to face me. She looked up at me with her pleading eyes.
“Take off your boots and your pants,” I ordered.
She obeyed and stood before me completely naked with her long hair blowing gently in the breeze. Her nipples were hard and reaching for me. The creamy curves of her body begged for my touch.
“Come here, baby.”
Cupping her face in my hands, I looked into her pleading eyes and couldn’t help but kiss her. I was gentle at first, then hungrily bit her lips while she begged with her moans.
Finally, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her up onto my cock. She wrapped her legs and arms around me and held on tightly as my cock slid easily into her warm wetness. Hungrily taking in all of my cock, she tried to ride me. I grabbed her ass and pulled her to me to stop her.
Looking down at me she pleaded, “Please, Daddy. Please make me come.”
I smiled wickedly, then carried her over to my bike. Still holding on to her, I threw my leg over the bike and straddled it. Her ass sat on the fuel tank as she leaned back against the handlebars. I started to fuck her with a slow rhythm that gradually became faster and harder.
“Oh fuck, Daddy! Yes! Fuck me!” she screamed.
“Yes, baby. Ride my cock. Come for me, baby. Come for Daddy.”
I thrust my cock into her wetness as hard and as deeply as I could until the screams of climax escaped her lips, screams so loud they echoed through the trees.
She fell back into my arms, and I held her there while the aftershocks of her climax shuddered through her beautiful body. I gently kissed her neck, then nibbled on her ear as she leaned against me and wrapped her arms around my neck.
“How was your first ride, baby?” I whispered in her ear.
“Mmm…even better than I’d imagined. Thank you, Daddy. Can we do it again?” she asked with a smile.
“Yes, baby. Daddy would love to take you on another ride.”
A SLAP IN THE FACE
 
Rachel Kramer Bussel
 
 
 
 
 
 
J
ade strolled into the bar, walked straight up to Amber, who was leaning against it wearing a slinky leopard-print slip, ripped fishnet stockings, a see-through black top along with a sheer black bra, and dangerously tall black heels, her red hair gleaming even in the low lights, and slapped her across the face. The sound was louder than Jade had expected, the sting in her palm stronger, both of which she liked. Amber didn’t smile, not with her mouth, anyway, but Jade knew exactly how much she’d liked the slap. She could read it in the way Amber shivered, the way Amber’s eyes skittered from the ground and, for a second, up to hers, from the way her body radiated a heady combination of fear, awe, and desire.
This was not a kinky bar. It wasn’t a dyke or queer bar, either. It was your average Brooklyn dive bar, filled with its mix of colorful high-glam hipsters in everything from hot pants to schoolgirl skirts, older white guys with huge beer steins who seemed like they’d been sitting there since before either woman was born, parents stealing a late-night cocktail before the baby-sitter had to go home. And Jade and Amber had shared a stormy, kinky relationship of six months, one that Jade wanted to last even though she had no idea if they would blaze through all the intense passion zinging between them too fast and have nothing left, or if they could find ways to keep it going. She was trying to live in the moment, and this scene was part of her new mission. She kept any trembling she felt on the inside steady as she stared down at the girl who’d given so much of herself, but was always looking to give more.

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