Page 54 of The Forbidden Trio

“Mmm… yes.”

He smacked her again, harder this time.

“Oh!”

“Thought you needed to sound a little more enthusiastic, baby.”

“I’m plenty enthusiastic!”

“Then show me, Janie.”

He slapped her ass hard, and she swore she could feel the texture of the leather on her skin, imprinting it. She knew she’d be marked. She wanted to be. He spanked her over and over again, setting a steady rhythm as he kissed and bit her neck, making her shiver, making her legs tighten around his body. She found herself falling into the beat of it, her brain shutting down as sensation took over—pain and pleasure melting into a hot pool that swarmed her system. But as soon as she settled into that groove, he began to spank her in earnest. She tried to writhe beneath the pain, but he held her firmly in his arms. His hands on her, commanding her, the hard ridge of his arousal pressing against her wet lace-clad mound, were adding to the sensations like crazy. The pain rose, the pleasure spiraled. She was soaking wet.

He stopped, and she panted out her pain and her desire while he pulled back to look at her. His eyes were gleaming, a glossy blue in the bright light of the garage.

“You with me, Janie?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Good. Pick a bike.”

“Wh—what?”

“Pick the one you want me to bend you over while I spank your delicious, perfect ass some more.”

“Oh… my.” She bit her lip. “Can it be the Indian?”

“It can be whatever you want.”

“Then the Indian,” she decided, looking at its long, low lines, the 50s-inspired paint job in maroon and cream, the tan leather seat and saddlebags.

“Excellent choice. A beautiful machine for my beautiful girl. Come on.”

He kept an arm around her, knowing she was already a little dizzy from their hard play, she was certain, and led her to the bike.

He moved her until she stood beside the sleek Indian with him behind her. Running a hand up and down her spine, a soft, soothing touch, he said, “Bend over, baby girl.”

She had to touch the leather seat first, to feel it under her hands. Then she bent and laid the front of her body over the bike, her nipples going hard as her breasts pressed against the leather. With a hand on her lower back, Cole steadied her.

He didn’t ask if she was ready—he just started in. His hand came down on her ass over and over, paused to pull the lace of the thong aside and slip between her thighs, into her slick juices.

“Oh yeah, that’s what I like, baby. And you like it, too, I can tell. Do you know how hard this makes me? My beautiful girl, my beautiful bike. Fuck… too good to be true. But you’re here. All mine.”

“Yes!”

She gasped when he spanked her hard, beginning another volley of sharp smacks, all the sharper for the leather gloves he wore. All the better when he slid a hand down and pressed two fingers inside her.

“Ah, God, Cole.”

He thrust into her as pleasure poured through her, sharp and tingling, pleasure and pain all one lovely sensation as she went over that keen edge, her climax ripping through her.

“Ah… I’m coming!”

“Yeah, come for me, love.”

A few hard smacks had her yelping, her fingers clenching hard in the air, her pussy clenching harder. Then she was flooded with endorphins, the lovely brain chemicals that made her fly, and she went limp, shuddering against the cool surface of the bike.

“I’ve got you, Janie girl,” he murmured as he picked her up in his arms and carried her into the house.

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