Rune (11 page)

She gave a satisfied smile when he tugged her cat suit off. At last she would get relief. Jess blinked in shock at the blood dripping down her thigh. A splinter of glass wedged in her broken skin, it glinted in the play of light. She recalled a sharp stab of pain, one that she had forgotten. Instead, she’d channelled her fury into the evil bitch.

A worried scowl crept over his face. Jess guessed he was probably wondering if it would interfere with sex.

His golden eyes darkened and he shot her a glare. “No.”

“No what?”
Now, what was he talking about?

He didn’t answer, instead gripped the glass between his fingers and tugged.

“Jesus Christ, that bloody hurt,” she whimpered.

“Thought it might.” He rose, dropping the shard into the bin, and disappeared into the bathroom. Two minutes later, he returned with a first aid kit and a bowl. She lay back wearing her thong, high heels, and collar, the cat suit coiled on the floor. Jess studied his features as he tended her leg and dragged in a hiss of breath. God, but she was relieved his vocation wasn’t that of a doctor.

“Sorry.” Yet he didn’t look up.

Yeah, I bet.
“Who was she?”

“Storm,” he answered without hesitation.

“She’s your girlfriend?”

“No.”

Heck, he was hard work
. “So, why did she say you’re her man?”

“Probably because I’ve been fucking her over the last few months.” He placed a dressing on her thigh.

Shit, why did I have to ask that question?
“Regular?” She experienced a stab of jealousy. A mind-numbing, green-eyed monster screwed her.

“Yep.” He glanced up and shifted the subject. “Why would someone try to kill you?”

“When? What are you talking about?” Her eyes narrowed and wondered if he referred to the spat with Storm. If so, he was prone to exaggerating.

He gave a snort. “When that knife hit where you were standing?”

“What knife?” Jess wondered what he was talking about because she hadn’t switched her attention from Storm, her anger trained on the dark-haired cow.

Jess had been busy giving rein to her imagination, how she’d torture her. Until Rune had scooped her up into his arms.

Rune pulled a knife out of the back of his waist band. “This one.”

Jess’s breath came out on a long whoosh; the blade glinted beneath the light. It looked sharp and deadly.

“If you hadn’t dropped to the floor, it would be embedded in your chest.”

Jess looked from the weapon up into Rune’s face. She quivered, a scramble of fear curled over her. Who would want her dead? An image of grey eyes rose, and she noticed the sudden curiosity on Rune’s face.

“I don’t know; are you sure it was deliberate?”

“No, it just slipped from someone’s hand and thumped into the wood.”

Sarcastic twat.

A muscle ticked along his jaw. “This was thrown with force.”

“Well, I’ve no idea why. I mean, I don’t know that many people, and who would want to kill me?”

She studied Rune in silence, thoughtfully chewing on her lip. He had to have got it wrong; it was an accident, nothing more. And besides it had missed her, she reasoned, and put his absurd suggestion to one side. Despite her injured thigh and near-death experience, only one thing remained on her mind. The clit clamp prompted her, and she shifted her hips, then wished she hadn’t when a burning heat grew in her belly.

In silence, Rune took her hand, bringing her to her feet. She tested her leg out and discovered it was almost pain-free. Instead, her focus remained on the torture between her legs. She shivered when he tweaked her nipple, pinching down hard.

“Oh God!” Jess arched into his hand. Beneath his black leather trousers, a huge bulge appeared. Her hand moved and she palmed it, caressing. Rune’s fingers clamped her wrist.

“Jessalyn, I haven’t given you permission to touch me.”

“Please?”

“No, this is going to be all about you, what I give.” He took her hand and led her to the play room.

Rune paused before the cross of St. Andrews. He turned her so she faced him, her back against it. Taking her wrist, he manacled her and, reaching down to her ankles, repeated the process.

“Are you sure you’re up to this?” Yet he continued to clip the cuffs in place.

“My leg’s fine, I can’t feel a thing now.” The words tumbled out,
please, Rune, don’t back out now,
just fuck me.

“Good.” A ghost of a smile creased his lips. He stood back and flicked the button of his trousers, sliding them down to pool on the floor.

Jess forgot to breathe, her interest lay on his beautiful erection. It pleased her that he wore no pants, and it was pretty obvious he wanted her with the same driving need. Her whole body shivered in anticipation. She followed his steps to the large walnut cabinet, intrigued when he turned to the small freezer, and delved inside. A shudder broke over her at the wicked wink he gave on his return.

Jess jumped at the ice cube that chilled her nipples, a scream of shock broke out of her throat when a nipple clamp hugged it. The short shaft of pain mellowed into a purr which in turn sent hot alert signals to her clit that was pounding, performing a drum solo. He repeated the action and hooked another one. This time she was ready for the delicious tingle, and welcomed it.

With a slow teasing touch, his fingers teased over her body, across every inch; his palm stroked her stomach and he snatched at the thong, tearing it. The black material fluttered to the floor, Jess sucked in a sharp breath when his fingers rubbed between her legs.

Her body arched back.

“Please, Rune, I need you now.”

“Not yet, Jessalyn, you need to be taught a lesson; you’re not a very obedient sub are you?” He raised his hand, and licked across his fingers. “Have you forgotten?”

“No, er, sir?” She tried to think, to keep focussed, but at each touch, every action, he sent a squall of heady emotions ram raiding through her.

“That’s better, Jess.” He leaned forward and pressed small kisses across her throat, following them with a long lick. “You remember your safe word?”

Fuck, what is it?
She wished she had a good memory. And nodded in silence, praying he wouldn’t ask what it was.

“I’m waiting.”

Oh bollocks!
“It’s, it’s, oh God, I’ll remember it now.”

He shook his head, the despair clear on his face. “I’ll give you a clue, the name of my club?”

“Caprice!” she yelled with relief.

“Well done.” His sarcasm dripped over her.

With a bone-mushing intensity, he traced her lips with his finger; curling his hands over her face, he leisurely kissed her. His tongue searched out her mouth, he seized, demanding, whilst his heavy erection pressed into her stomach.

Jess groaned in despair when he moved back.
Please, Rune, I need you now, dammit.
Picking up a long feather, Rune dusted it over her body; the sweet tingle swept down her arms across her stomach and further. He knelt before her and Jess closed her eyes, the blood roaring through each pulsing vein electric, the fact she couldn’t reach out, to touch him intensified with each stroke. She bit down on her lip when his mouth replaced the feather, and he nipped and laved his way up the inside of her thighs.

Again, she arched into him, hoping he would feed off her throbbing mound. Instead he bypassed her pussy and stood before her. With a flick of his wrists, he freed a nipple clamp, and she shrieked at the shocking blast of pleasure that burst over her.

“Rune, please, I’m going to come, I have to, er, sir.” She tried to speak but the words wouldn’t come out clear and concise, her heart hammered it thumped loud against her chest.

“Not yet, sub, or I’ll be forced to punish you, to withhold what you want.”

Fuck!

Unexpectedly, darkness obscured her vision, and the soft sensation of satin crossed her eyes.

Again, his hands roamed over her body, tweaking at the other clamp he unclipped it, and a rush of blood blasted over her. The shiver of his fingertips coasting over her skin sent ripples of lust through her. She bit back a squeal when his lips suckled on her nipple, a mixture of a soft teasing tongue that tormented and razor sharp teeth that nipped with an intense edge.

Rune’s body torched hers, the heat scorched off him.

“I need—”

“Yes, Jess, I know exactly what you require.” His hands clutched her hips, holding her still, and inch by inch he thrust up.

“Oh yes, that’s it, I—” Again, her words filtered away. She swallowed and attempted to snatch in oxygen, the dizzy sensations he’d aroused caused her to tremble. Her heart beat in an erratic rhythm.

“Hell, you’re so damn tight,” muttered Rune, his muscles clenched taut. “I’m going to take you to the brink.”

“I’m already there. Arggh, that’s it.” At last, he filled her, with not a centimetre to spare. He took stretched and devoured, whilst her sex gripped him tight. She responded to his searching mouth covering hers, his tongue snuck in, his words muted.

“I’m not going to hold back, tell me now if you want me to.” He tunnelled slow and leisurely.

“Don’t.”

He stopped. “You don’t want this? Then tell me the safe word.”

Christ no!
“Rune, shit, please, I mean don’t stop.” Panic laced her words; she needed him, what he could give her, with a sudden desperation.

She grunted when he drove in deep and hard, his arms banded around her waist, holding her tight, his hips writhed against hers. Rune pounded without mercy, his lips seared over hers, and Jess melted beneath his assault. She knew he meant to take everything from her, but he wasn’t, because she was giving herself to him.

She didn’t know if it was the clit clamp, the fact she was tied to the cross, or the savageness with how he took her. There was no gentleness, and she loved it. A deep roll began to blister in the pit of her stomach. It careered and raced out of control, the pulsating throb that coursed over her fanny more than she could bear.

“Come for me, Jess.” Rune’s deep voice sounded in a tunnel. A strange eerie echo, and she launched into the most cataclysmic orgasm of her entire life. It roasted over her, she couldn’t breathe, her chest hitched and spluttered.

“Fuck!” Rune’s grumble as he came was the last sound she heard.

§§§

Rune froze; he stared in horror as Jess’s head tilted to the side. “What the hell?” At once, he pulled free and, releasing her shackles, along with the blindfold, cradled her unconscious body. Rune carried her to the bedroom and lay her body gently down on the bed. His hand trembled slightly stroking her head, the stickiness of perspiration from her forehead clung to his fingertips.

She groaned; her eyes flickered open and blinked. “What happened?”

“You fainted.” He stroked the back of his knuckles across her cheek. “I’ve heard of it but never experienced it first-hand.”

“What?” She tried to sit up, until she was pushed back down by Rune.

“An orgasm so intense it causes a woman to faint.”

“Fuck, I won’t argue there.” A squiggle of a cheeky smile tickled her lips. “That was unbelievable.”

“I didn’t hurt you?” He needed to know because he’d never taken anyone that hard. Yet he’d wanted to stamp his mark on her, and he had. Not even Storm had he fucked with such a forceful desperation. She’d sucked him dry, every inch of his cock had thundered into her.

“No, the opposite in fact, I loved it.” A deep, red flush coloured her face.

He studied her and, slipping his hand down her body, removed the clit clamp.

“Ah shit!”

He had an urge to kiss it better. And, giving into to his lusty thoughts, joined her on the bed and slid down her body. She’d never had a man, and no one else had given her tongue across her pussy. The thought gave him a glow of pride.

He grinned when she opened her legs, welcoming.

“You’re a greedy bitch, sub.”

“Yes, master.” She gave him a saucy wink.

A ball slammed into his stomach, at her words and how natural she appeared in his bed, with him. Already, he counted down the hours and knew she’d be leaving him soon. Yet, somehow, he needed to discover what she’d seen, who she was running from, and, more important, who wanted to see her dead.

Chapter Ten

Rune leaned back into the soft pillow, Jess curled into him, where she nestled like a kitten. Her long hair filtered over her body, the strange red lights glinting in the early morning sunshine. She was an enigma to him, his virgin wild child. Whatever he gave her, she came back for more. And the fact she took him, and in a way that turned him on, amazed and made him as randy as hell.

He recalled how she’d held his head whilst his tongue had flickered across her pussy. She’d thrust into his mouth, her excited little whimpers along with her delicious taste had sent an exquisite blast pushing him over the edge. A sense of pride filled his chest, that he was the first to introduce her to love making with his tongue, and it torched his soul.

A haunting melody filtered in the air. He reached out for his mobile, a smile slid over his features, Wolfe.

“Hi, mate, what’s up?”

“Don’t fucking ask.” The dark mass of testosterone paced around the room. “I’m babysitting a spoilt brat and her crazy PA.”

“So, she’s not a child?”

“No, but she might just as well be with her tantrums when she can’t get her own way.”

A loud crash sounded. “Fucking hell, are you for real?”

“What happened?”

“She threw a vase at me.”

Rune raised a brow; he hadn’t pulled her into line? Because Wolfe, while he was one ornery bastard, he wouldn’t physically hurt a woman, but he would bring her to heel. And yet he hadn’t? Interesting.

“Is she a looker?”

“Yep, both of them real good; well, the one is, and then there’s the whacky PA, Eleri.”

Another smash exploded.

“Right, that’s it, you bitch, now I take you down. Catch you later, Rune.”

He grinned as the call died.

Rune rose and took a leisurely shower before dressing, and still Jess remained asleep. However, he wasn’t surprised, because he hadn’t let her rest and had fucked her hard. He was still debating on anal. He knew a blow job was out of the question, yet maybe they could come to a compromise.