Free Adam 483: Man or Machine? by Ruth D. Kerce

bottom lip, not knowing what to expect. She felt him press something cool along her pussy, as his fingers held her open. Metal. It brushed her clit and she tensed.
    “Easy.”
    Then she felt the pressure as it closed around her sensitive bud. Her fingers grabbed the sheet.
    “Okay?”
    She swallowed hard and nodded. The sensation was intense and intriguing. “Where’d you get that thing?”
    “I made it earlier while you were sleeping.” He slapped her ass.
    She gasped. Oh, yes. She was definitely getting into this spanking thing. She felt a tugging sensation. A thrill raced through her.
    “That’s the attached chain. I pulled on it. It gives me complete control of your clit.” He tugged on it again, a little harder. “Does that feel good?”
    “Y-yes.” Her clit throbbed and seemed to swell, making the flesh extra sensitive.
     
    Adam stared down at Tyree, naked and waiting for his cock, her ass perched on the pillow, like an erotic offering. He tugged again on the clit chain.
    “Oh. I’m going to come.”
    “Let it happen, Tyree.” He reached beneath her, released the clip and grazed his thumb across her moist clitoris.
    “Ah!” With a shriek of pleasure, she came, and her cum coated his fingers.
    Man, he loved getting her off. He pulled his hand away. One hand tangled in her hair. He held the other to her lips. “Lick my fingers clean.”
    Her tongue eased out and, one by one, she lapped her essence from his digits.
    “Good. I’m going to re-clip you now.”
    She groaned as he reattached the device to her clitoris.
    “You did well, Tyree. Time for the lube.” He almost wished she’d ask something, just so he could smack her ass again. He wanted her to learn to enjoy it as much as he did. He could slap her ass anyway, but that would go against the pattern they’d established. If she enjoyed getting spanked, she knew how to get him to do it. Earlier, she’d said she wasn’t into excessive pain—interesting that she didn’t just say pain. Something else for him to explore.
    He grabbed the tube of jelly he’d brought from the bathroom and popped the top. “Your ass looks like a perfect fuck, Tyree. It’s the ultimate submission, you know that, right?”
    “Is it?”
    He smiled and slapped her ass. Then he chuckled. She’d asked that one on purpose. Or so he hoped. “Well, it’s in the top three, I’d say. Do you have any other questions?” He heard the excitement in his voice. Would she take the dare?
    “I know what you want to do, Adam. Do I have to continue asking silly questions to get the proper spanking you’re itching to give me?”
    He choked on her words, not expecting her to say anything close to that. She pleased him like no other, knew his thoughts and needs. He coughed and cleared his throat. “No, baby, you don’t. Are you sure you can really handle what I want to do?”
    “I wasn’t at first, but now…I want it.”
    He set the tube down. His hands caressed her cheeks, as his heart pounded hard in his chest. “You’ll like it. I know you will.”
    “Do it.”
    He raised his right hand and brought it down on her left cheek, then her right. He paused, waiting for her reaction.
    She made a low sound of pleasure.
    “Damn, you’re sexy, Tyree.” He slapped each cheek again, a little harder this time. His cock strained against his half-open pants. “Again?”
    She nodded.
    He repeated the action, not stopping this time, nor asking permission. He spanked her thoroughly. The sharp sound of his bare hand connecting with her ass filled the room. She squirmed and her bottom turned a nice, rosy shade that he couldn’t tear his eyes from.
    “Fuck me up the ass, Adam. Now!”
    His pulse skyrocketed. He stepped back and ripped off his pants, then smeared some jelly along his cock. He squished a glob on her ass and finger-fucked it into her asshole.
    “Your cock, Adam.” She raised her ass. “Stick it in,” she pleaded. “Hurry.”
    He crawled up on the bed and spread her