“Maybe I just need some lotion or something. It’s not that bad. Just that one part, but it should heal by tomorrow.” My acceptance of Luke’s punishment and the understanding of why he had done it caused his whole body to relax. He kissed the back of my head with a sigh, and reached for the bottle of Jergens that sat on the counter, pumping a generous amount into his hands before leading me back to the bedroom. I lay across the bed on my stomach as Luke rubbed the cool lotion into my skin in the gentlest manner possible. Soon, the strokes of his hands were less uncomfortable and more soothing. Then, he began stroking lower, his fingertips brushing lightly over the lips of my pussy, making my back arch every time he did. I spread my legs slightly, allowing him better access as he began frequenting the area more and more. The slight discomfort coming from my behind, mixed with the feel of his fingers rubbing the outside of my smooth lips had a fire building inside me.
“Fuck,” he whispered, when his finger slid between my thighs to find me wet and ready for him. He pushed it deeper, my hips rising to more easily accommodate his finger, which slid in and out of me with ease. I pulled myself up to my knees and buried my face in the mattress, giving him the full view of my hot, wanting pussy that clenched his long, skilled finger with each stroke. His finger was removed, and I moaned as he replaced it with his mouth, stroking my inside walls with his velvety, smooth tongue. He licked his way up, stopping to run his tongue over that forbidden, tight place that seemed to relax when his mouth found it. He placed kisses across my bruised bottom, tender ones, with just a hint of tongue then followed each kiss with a light blow of air that left goosebumps in its wake. “Please, Luke.” I begged, knowing he knew just what I needed.
“I shouldn’t be rewarding you, baby,” he said, kissing his way up my spine.
“Then give me a punishment fuck.” That wasn’t a reward. Well, it was but he didn’t need to know that.
“Are you sure?” he asked, the slightest hint of humor in his voice as he teased me with his torturous tongue.
“Yes,” I said, breathlessly. I would rather take another beating than have to go another minute without his cock buried inside me. He pulled my earlobe between his teeth before getting off the bed. I scrambled up onto my hands, worried that he was leaving, but he grabbed my ankles and pulled, forcing me back onto my stomach, and dragging me toward the end of the bed. My pulse raced with excitement. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I lay trembling with pure exhilaration, anticipating his next move.
“On your knees, Dallas,” he demanded, his dark bedroom voice full of authority. I pulled my knees apart, pushing myself up at a leisurely pace, but only after I remembered the current state of my ass was probably not as appealing as it usually was. I waited for Luke to rub the head of his cock over my entrance, tease me while he told me how hard he was going to fuck me, but he had another idea in mind. He grabbed my ass cheeks, separating them roughly, causing me to hiss from the shock of the pain, before ramming deep into me, not stopping until his hips collided with my ass, leading me to let out an involuntary screech.
“You still want it? Or have you changed your mind?” Luke asked, not treating me to a delicious circle of his hips or a soothing hand across my stinging ass. It took me a minute to decide. The sensation of him being inside me was more pleasurable than the pain of the punishment fuck, but would it get worse? Would he deliver more aching pain than gratifying pleasure? Was it worth the risk of not knowing? You bet my bruised ass it was. I nodded my head, turning it to mouth at him the words he desired with a smile, and earning me a smirk from my deliciously sexy, belt-whipping, intoxicating, dirty-boy, biker.
“Fuck me.” I was treated to deep, hard thrusts that came fast and unforgiving, causing me to wince when his body collided with mine, and whimper with want when he pulled away. It was everything I wanted, and everything I didn’t. The pain was agonizing, but the pleasure… the pleasure was bliss. My moans were foreign to my ears. An assortment of numerous feelings and emotions were released from my body in an audible pitch that was unnatural, and unlike anything I had ever heard. Luke pummeled my fatigued body with no remorse or regret, unknowingly giving me exactly what I wanted, the roughness of his drives in and out of me pleasing me more than any love-making we had ever shared. I came hard, listening to Luke groan his approval at my release. I could almost hear his chest swelling with pride and conceit at his accomplishment. My man knew how to fuck me, and in his own way, he was showing me that he was all I would ever need. He stilled inside of me, with a deafening roar that matched my own screaming moans, as his pulsing cock milked the last of my orgasm from me.