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hungrily bit her lips while she begged with her moans.
    Finally, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her up onto my cock. She wrapped her legs and arms around me and held on tightly as my cock slid easily into her warm wetness. Hungrily taking in all of my cock, she tried to ride me. I grabbed her ass and pulled her to me to stop her.
    Looking down at me she pleaded, “Please, Daddy. Please make me come.”
    I smiled wickedly, then carried her over to my bike. Still holding on to her, I threw my leg over the bike and straddled it. Her ass sat on the fuel tank as she leaned back against the handlebars. I started to fuck her with a slow rhythm that gradually became faster and harder.
    “Oh fuck, Daddy! Yes! Fuck me!” she screamed.
    “Yes, baby. Ride my cock. Come for me, baby. Come for Daddy.”
    I thrust my cock into her wetness as hard and as deeply as I could until the screams of climax escaped her lips, screams so loud they echoed through the trees.
    She fell back into my arms, and I held her there while the aftershocks of her climax shuddered through her beautiful body. I gently kissed her neck, then nibbled on her ear as she leaned against me and wrapped her arms around my neck.
    “How was your first ride, baby?” I whispered in her ear.
    “Mmm…even better than I’d imagined. Thank you, Daddy. Can we do it again?” she asked with a smile.
    “Yes, baby. Daddy would love to take you on another ride.”

A SLAP IN THE FACE
     
    Rachel Kramer Bussel
     
     
     
     
     
     
    J ade strolled into the bar, walked straight up to Amber, who was leaning against it wearing a slinky leopard-print slip, ripped fishnet stockings, a see-through black top along with a sheer black bra, and dangerously tall black heels, her red hair gleaming even in the low lights, and slapped her across the face. The sound was louder than Jade had expected, the sting in her palm stronger, both of which she liked. Amber didn’t smile, not with her mouth, anyway, but Jade knew exactly how much she’d liked the slap. She could read it in the way Amber shivered, the way Amber’s eyes skittered from the ground and, for a second, up to hers, from the way her body radiated a heady combination of fear, awe, and desire.
    This was not a kinky bar. It wasn’t a dyke or queer bar, either. It was your average Brooklyn dive bar, filled with its mix of colorful high-glam hipsters in everything from hot pants to schoolgirl skirts, older white guys with huge beer steins who seemed like they’d been sitting there since before either woman was born, parents stealing a late-night cocktail before the baby-sitter had to go home. And Jade and Amber had shared a stormy, kinky relationship of six months, one that Jade wanted to last even though she had no idea if they would blaze through all the intense passion zinging between them too fast and have nothing left, or if they could find ways to keep it going. She was trying to live in the moment, and this scene was part of her new mission. She kept any trembling she felt on the inside steady as she stared down at the girl who’d given so much of herself, but was always looking to give more.
    To anyone watching, it would’ve looked like what it was: a slap in the face, a blow across her cheek, something at least a little mean, harsh, powerful, something that must have hurt and brought tears to Amber’s eyes. And it was, certainly, all of those things—Jade would never have denied that it was one of the most powerful ways you could strike someone—but it wasn’t unwanted; in fact, Amber thought it was the hottest thing she’d ever done, and she’d been to, and participated in, her share of extreme play parties. She looked up at Jade and realized that her fantasies had been fulfilled, technically, but not all the way; her face tingled in anticipation of the next slap. She suddenly wished she’d worn her matching leopard-print panties, the silky ones that rode up her ass, because her wetness was starting to