Free Learning to Drown by Sommer Marsden Page A

truck. Did you ever
let him?”
    My face went hot and I made a sound
that told him the truth before I could even speak. It was an almost sad sound.
He sighed, waiting for me to answer. He would make me answer. There would be no
letting me off easy. “No. I never let him. I never told him.”
    “Virgin ass, then?” His fingers
stroked my ass crack. A strange sensation wormed its way up inside of me.
Setting off ripples of almost unpleasant pleasure in my cunt.
    “I’ve never told anyone.”
    “You didn’t have to tell me. It’s
written all over your face. If you know how to read it.”
    That couldn’t possibly be true and
yet, I didn’t doubt him even for a second. “What are you going to do?” I feared
his answer, yet hoped for the worst.
    “Spank you, of course. You can pay me
in strokes. We’ll start with ten. And let me tell you, September, I am being
very benevolent.” He touched me and I broke out in goose bumps. My body so
confused, was I hot or cold? Scared or horny? Did I trust him or fear him? I
wanted to scream, I wanted to laugh.
    “Ten? What if it hurts?” I froze at my
own stupidity, but it was too late. No way to suck the words back.
    Lucas pinched my upper thigh so hard I
flopped on my belly like a fish. “Oh, but it should. But only enough. So if I
am hurting you too much. If it’s too unbearable. And you need me to stop in the
most true and honest sense of the word, you say red. Got it?”
    I nodded. My throat tiny with
apprehension, my stomach knotted tight.  “Red,” I repeated.
    “Yes. It is my favorite color. And it
is the color your ass will be when I’m done with you.”
    I almost wished for the dark and the
twilight dream again. Until Lucas stroked my bottom.
     

Chapter 9
     
    I knew I should be careful ¾ knew
it would end ¾ but I couldn’t help but  relax into
his touch. He palmed my ass, going with the curve of my body. Lucas rubbed the
very tops of my thighs where they met my ass. My skin tingled like I was being
electrocuted. The same feeling I had had before a sudden summer storm. He
pushed his fingers along the crack that separated my ass cheeks. Hitting that
bundle of nerves again, I squirmed under him. I gasped like I was drowning.
Lucas laughed softly. The sound made me wetter still.
    “Anticipation,” he said. His voice was
whiskey and campfire and darkness. “It is the best and the worst of it all,
don’t you think?”
    I made a sound meant to be yes.
    He parted the seam of my ass and he
pressed his finger to the small star of my anus. For the second time I was
startled but intrigued by the feel of him pushing his finger to that entry. It
wasn’t something I’d ever done and the thought of doing it with him was
terrifying. And I wanted it.
    Lucas slid his palm along the other
half of my bottom but my mind had already wandered off. He was mounting me from
the rear in the porn movie that played behind my eyes. Yes, mounting. Like an
animal. No preamble. Pushing into the tiny pink hole of my behind and fucking
me hard. My head bowed down, shoulders pressed to the mattress while he called
me whore, slut, bitch… all the beautiful ugly words that secretly
thrilled me.
    Lulled by his hands on me, my mind
drifted. Soothed by his possessive touch, I let my guard down. He slid his hand
over me as if he had known me for a million years instead of hours. He parted
me again, examined my flesh. His lips pressed to my left ass cheek and I
moaned. His mouth was hot and soft against me, his tongue trailed up the crack
of my ass and then back down. He left a wet trail to dry on my body. The hot
tip of his tongue touched that star and I held my breath. I wanted to move up
to him. I wanted to touch him. I wanted a lot. I did none of it as my heartbeat
filled my head with a drum beat. Instead, I stayed still because I was the slut
and he owned me. My abductor.
    Just when I thought I might die, the
first blow landed, forcing air into my lungs like the great rush of an