Fucked Raw By My Enemies

Ivy’s pov

The emergency lights hummed, casting a glow as he spun and held me against the wall.

Oh great, Ivy, now you’ve done it. You’ve goaded some stranger, and now he’s mad!

My palms slammed against the cold metal wall, the impact jarring my teeth. My body, like the traitor it was, arched into a deep, involuntary curve that pushed my ass back against the solid heat behind me.

Oh god, he didn’t only smell so good, he felt so good too. His belt buckle dug into my lower back, and I gasped when he slid his leg between my thighs and pushed my feet wider, spreading me out.

”Really?” I scoffed, rolling my eyes, but any other word I was going to say dissolved into a choked gasp as his hand flattened between my shoulder blades, pinning me in place.

”Hey!”

”You asked for this,” the masked stranger chuckled darkly, stepping even closer until his heat enveloped me and I was drowning in his scent and forbidden desire rushing through my veins.

My breasts heaved, rising and falling, straining against the neckline of my dress and demanding to be free.

His lips ghosted over the shell of my ear, causing my back to arch deeper while I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip to keep myself from moaning out loud.

It didn’t work. A hot rush of breath escaped my lips, and the asshole behind me cackled.

”All that fire, and you bend so pretty.” His free hand traced the high slit of my dress, tracing his middle and pointy finger along the seam.

The touch sent electric sparks shooting up my skin and through my thighs until they clenched.

When would he just do it already? I was about to go insane. The closer his hands inched to the back of my ass, the slower he got, and I was going to melt into a puddle before he got to touching me properly.

Oh crap, what was I thinking? I should be thinking about getting away from him. He’s a freaking stranger!

The rough callus on his fingertip pinched my ass through the smooth silk of my dress, and I yelped. ”What the hell?”

”Stay still, princess.”

I almost told him to keep his hands to himself, but the thought was shattered as he yanked the fabric up, baring my peach-shaped ass to the chill air. A shiver wracked my body; a mix of cold and a sudden heat bloomed across my skin.

”Such a waste,” he tsked. I could feel his gaze burning a hole into my exposed ass that was barely clad, only in a black flimsy thong.

”Covering all this up.”

”It’s none of your business.”

”I’m about to sink my cock into you; I would think it was every inch my business.”

My cheeks got set on fire. They burned a bright red under the mask, spreading down to my neck. He was a dirty talker too! My thighs clamped together as a slick wetness formed between them.

”Are you blushing?” There was a hint of mockery in his voice.

His finger began tracing a circle over my left ass cheek, making me tremble and stifle another moan. Not even Angel had ever gotten me this hot and bothered. ”Is my little wildflower an innocent?”

I blushed even harder, yelping when he suddenly grabbed at my ass cheek, digging his fingers into my skin. ”I would bet your pussy is a tight little quim,” he rasped, letting go of my ass cheek to deliver a tight, hot slap on it.

A sharp, stinging crack echoed in the small space. Fire erupted across my right cheek, so intense it stole the air from my lungs.

A cry tore from my lips, raw and shocked. My knees buckled, but his hands on me were the only thing keeping me upright. The heat spread through my body, turning into a deep, throbbing ache that made my toes curl.

”You actually spanked me,” I gasped out once I could catch my breath.

”I always deliver my promises.” I didn’t need to turn around to know he was smirking, which was hilarious considering I only met him like what, ten minutes ago!

”Count for me,” he commanded, his voice laced with dark amusement. ”Let’s see if you can count to ten.

I twisted my head, glaring at him over my shoulder through the gold lace mask. ”You first,” I shot back, my voice shaking but dripping with contempt. ”Let’s see if you can count the seconds until I have your balls in a vise.”

The sexy stranger grinned then, a full-blown, heart-stopping, panty-melting grin, right before the hand that had been pinning me flat between my shoulder blades slid up and fisted in my hair at the nape, yanking my head back so far my neck screamed in protest.

”Oh, I like you,” he breathed against my ear, his voice a rough, velvet scrape. ”You’ve got claws, kitten. But everything has a price, and you’re about to learn the cost of running that pretty mouth.”

”Is that a threat?” I licked my lips, thrilled when his hazel eyes fell on them.

”A promise,” he growled and threw a second slap hard on my left ass cheek. ”Count!”

The next spank came immediately, tearing another surprised cry from me. I bit my lip hard, the coppery taste of blood filling my mouth, refusing to give him another sound.

Three harder spanks hit, but I refused to give him the fucking satisfaction of me counting... or moaning, oh lord, I was totally enjoying this. His breathing grew harsher with each spank, my ass cheeks were hot and red, and I just knew he was getting angrier.

I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood. ”Go to hell.”

”I already fucking live there.” Then he ripped my thong clean off in one brutal tug. I gasped, and the jerk balled the ruined lace and, with a rough grip on my jaw, stuffed the damp fabric between my lips.

”Mmmph.”

”That’s better,” he pushed the soaked panties deeper. ”Now we can’t hear any of that smart mouth, can we? This naughty mouth of yours wants to fight, but this sweet little pussy? It’s begging to be pounded.”

He shoved my face harder against the elevator wall, spanking me brutally, hard, stinging slaps right on my pussy and everywhere around it.

Each impact sent a shockwave through me, pain melting into a pulsing heat that centered between my legs.

”Keep those legs spread wider or I’ll fucking stop.”

His foot moved, nudging my ankle. ”Wider,” he ordered. I complied instantly, spreading myself completely.

”Oh, fuck yesss,” he drawled, dropping his fingers to my exposed cunt, rubbing the lips with his thumb. My eyes widened when he pinched down hard on my clit, blood rushing to my head, making me dizzy.

My head fell back as he hummed with satisfaction. ”You are so responsive... let’s see how tight your wet your pink pussy is.”

I was pinned down, getting fingered in a nightclub elevator by a stranger, on New Year’s Eve.

If I wasn’t so delirious with pleasure just from his fingers pinching at my clit, I would be alarmed. But I wasn’t. I wanted more so bad. He made me forget it all, like an addicting, overwhelming drug that made my body burn with need. And I didn’t even know his name.

Or his face.

His fingers dipped lower, testing my sopping wet pussy entrance, and my body tensed in anticipation. Without warning , two thick fingers breached me in one smooth, relentless thrust.

”MMMMPPPHHH!”