ADULT EXCERPT

Ramsey rushed her, tossing his looped belt over her head until it settled around her waist.

He pulled her forward like a calf he had just roped until she stumbled into his chest. “I think this would make more of an impact if you were naked,” he murmured and slapped one of his big palms against Zara’s ass.

She yelped, more from surprise than any pain, and automatically rubbed herself against him with a low moan.

“You are such a bad boi, you know that?”

“I know, Daddy. I need you to whip me into shape. That is your job, isn’t it?”

“You really want some of this?”

Zara glanced up when she heard the uncertainty in his voice and noticed the flicker of hesitation in his brandy eyes as if he was afraid of going too far with this game and didn’t want to hurt her.

Should she help him grapple with his obvious demons playing out this little scenario?

Zara took it as a “yes” when her insides tingled at the prospect of further role playing and turned around to rub her ass against Ramsey’s substantial erection. “Would it help if I told you I was tempted?”

“To use?”

“I was feeling weak. I wanted to try some of his stuff.”

“You’re pushing it, Trevor.”

“So, what are you going to do about i—” Before Zara could get the last word out he took the belt from around her and swept her off her feet into his arms like some urban Rhett Butler, carrying her through the house to Trevor’s bedroom before dumping her on the king-size bed.

“Strip.”

Zara shuddered at his harsh command, looking into his hot gaze, seeking reassurance and finding it in the depths of his brandy eyes. Despite his tone, she knew he would never hurt Trevor, she knew he would never go too far. She trusted him.

“Now, Trevor.” Ramsey snapped the belt as he toed off his cross-trainers then proceeded to strip out of his jeans, shirt and boxer briefs until he was standing before her in just his beautiful, coffee-brown skin.

Zara stared at his large cock jutting at her from a nest of black curls, the bulbous head flushed and dripping pre-cum. She licked her lips, trying to catch up with Ramsey as she removed her own clothes as fast as she could.

Ramsey came to the bed and helped her out of her last piece of clothing. He slowly dragged her boxers down her legs and discarded them over his shoulder before he returned to her, brandishing his belt. “Turn over.”

She did, breathless and more excited now than she’d ever been in her life.

“Just so you’re never tempted again.”

Zara never thought she would be so turned on by pain. But when it came, the belt whistling through the air a second before impacting with her bare ass, she shrieked then closed her eyes and instantly sank into the stinging heat with a groan.

She ground her hard dick into the mattress, writhing as she waited for the next blow. It came before she could take a deep breath, then eight more in quick succession, each one smarting just a little more then the last as Ramsey got into an alluring, lulling rhythm until Zara heard herself alternately whimpering and moaning with the ecstasy of it.

“Damn you, Trevor! C’mere…” Ramsey tossed the belt aside, scooped her up into his arms again and kissed her all over her face, cooing apologies and sweet nothings in her ear.

“Why are you apologizing? I liked it.”

He gently placed her back on the bed, facedown, running his fingers over her skin from her shoulders to her feet. He massaged the bottoms with his thumbs before working his way back up to caress her tender ass.

She winced before she felt him blowing against both sensitive cheeks, his breath like a cool, healing gel against sunburned skin. Then he leaned in and kissed each cheek.

“My poor baby.”

“You can make it up to me.” She lifted up on her elbows, looked at him over her shoulder and smiled.

“How?”

“By fucking me right now, as hard and long as you can.”

“I can do that.”

Zara reached for the bedside table, sure Trevor had the appropriate paraphernalia for a sexual assignation, didn’t think he would be worth his salt as a young gay man in New York if he didn’t. She searched through the top drawer, finding all sorts of useful gadgets and goodies—a beige, ten-inch dildo, a matching butt plug, a pair of Velcro wrist and ankle cuffs, a small bong, some amyl nitrate poppers and a baggie full of multicolored pills that Zara thought were probably ecstasy. Goodness a treasure-trove of decadence!

Ramsey peeked over her shoulder into the drawer. “I should have dumped your stash before I left earlier and gotten rid of your temptations. I wasn’t thinking.”

“We’ll get rid of it together later. But first things first…” Zara grabbed the tube of lubricant and the string of condoms beside it.

Ramsey took the condoms, ripped one packet off the string and tore into the foil with his teeth and hands. By the time he sheathed his erection and settled his wide shoulders between Zara’s legs, she had already applied a generous amount of lube in and around her anus.

She lay on her back and watched Ramsey lower his head to her throbbing dick, fascinated by the unfamiliar sight, struck by the impossible feelings coursing through her.

As soon as Ramsey put his mouth on her, licking the jewel of pre-ejaculate from the head of her penis, she became a he, and he was Zara, trembling in delight at his rebirth.

He cupped Ramsey’s head, reveling in the feel of the short soft curls beneath his hands, gently thrusting his hips up as Ramsey lowered his head and sucked Zara’s shaft.