Welcome back to the Fleshbot Book Club-your chance to get a sneak peek at some of the hottest erotic literature out now. Today's selection comes from Cleis Press's Bottoms Up: Spanking Good Stories, edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel.
The following excerpt is from "The Hardest Part," by Alison Tyler.
I'm scared, more scared than usual, because he's taking his time. I stare at the floor, at the swirls of crimson and emerald and cornflower blue in the Oriental carpet. I stare at the ornate carved wood of the antique chair legs. I stare at his engineer boots, the scuffed black leather; boots we bought together ten years ago on Melrose, boots I've seen quite often from this position.
The air seems to shimmer in front of me.
The blood pounds in my ears.
Why was I in such a rush to find myself over his lap? What was so urgent about him paddling my ass?
I know exactly what he's doing as he strokes me through my short pleated skirt. He's taking his time to let me think of all of my transgressions. He's letting the moment sink in.
With infinite slowness, he slips my panties down my legs. My knickers are pink with hearts printed in a row, and now, they dangle from my ankles: not on, not off. I'm primed, ass up, totally exposed, waiting. He has to start now, doesn't he? He has to spank me now.
But he won't be rushed. Instead, he strokes my bare skin with his palm. There is no pain yet. There is only that rush of fear, starting in the base of my stomach and radiating outward.
Just spank me, I want to scream. Please…just…spank… me…
But he doesn't. He makes me wait.
And fuck Tom Petty for being right. The waiting is the hardest part. I force myself to be mute, eyes clenched shut, heart pounding so fast, so loud. If he had started right away, it'd be halfway over by now. My feet would be kicking. I'd be trying to stay still, but failing. I'd be crying, almost begging, instead of being lost here in this horrible zone, this no man's land of misery.
I arch upward, trying to tell him with my body what I need him to do. Trying to insist from a submissive position what must happen.
To my horror, he simply pets me some more, soft gentle strokes on my naked ass, until I can't help myself: I laugh. And that's when he says-oh, fuck him. Fuck him- "You think this is funny?"
My "No" is a whisper.
Excerpted from Bottoms Up an anthology edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel and published by Cleis Press.
The book is also on sale at Amazon.
Copyright (c) 2009 by Cleis Press.