Rune (7 page)

“So?” Jess curled into him; she wanted his cock in her, and the size of it pressed against her stomach branded into her skin. Christ, she didn’t think anything could beat The General, until now. Her fingers clutched at his tawny hair, and her lips sucked across his throat.

“Are you clean?” His mouth nipped down on her hers, his hand searched out her lush tits, clasping the one, and he rolled her nipple between his fingertips.

“Pardon?” She drew back in shock.
What the hell?

“How many sexual partners have you had and what precautions have you taken?” His mouth continued its assault. “I need to know.”

“Apart from you?” She tilted her head and wondered why he’d asked that question. But guessed he was about to have one hell of a surprise, that’s if he believed her. “None.”

Rune stopped, frozen at her words. “What the hell are you saying?” He reared back, spearing her with his dark golden gaze. It snapped with fury.

“That I’m kind of a virgin?” She kept her attention homed in on him.

“What the fuck are you talking about? You either are or you aren’t.” An angry roll of frustration resonated from Rune.

Jess shivered and chewed her lip,
how the hell could she explain it
. “Look, I’ve had sex with a vibrator, but never a real cock. I’ve never slept with a man.”

“You’ve never had sex yet you’re booked in for a weekend of BDSM?” Shock shivered over his question.

“It’s my birthday present.”

“Not what one usually buys a virgin.” His voice remained sceptical as did his face, a muscle ticked at the side of his face, indicating anger.

“Yeah, well, this virgin needed sorting out, so to speak. Kitty knew what I wanted, and so…”

Jess wished he’d stop harping on about it.

And fuck her.

§§§

Rune stopped, silenced with a rare shock. Very little had that ability. But this woman did just that. “Are you on the pill?”

“Yep, been on it for a while. I was in the girl guides, always pays to be prepared.”

Rune’s burning heat seared over her, and a delicious thrill rocked him. An unfamiliar strain of possession rode his emotions.

That he was the first male to fuck her. At least, he prayed he would be, that she could take his size, the girth coupled by the length made his cock one awesome weapon. One that he’d been cursed with.

Chapter Six

Rune nudged against her; his hands cradled her tits; his fingers rolled and pebbled her nipples. The only sound that filtered across the cave was the water that sloshed in an easy slap against their skin.

“Feel this, Jessalyn.” He rocked against her, his hips sizzled and writhed with a wicked need.

“I can’t believe that’s for real.” She swallowed, sparing a glance down, and added. “Sir?”

He continued to nudge between her thighs. His thrusts becoming increasingly urgent. “Does it scare you?”

“No, it fascinates me, didn’t think anything could beat The General.”

He reared back, the planes on his face harsh. “I thought you said you’ve never been with a man. If you’re lying, little one, you’ll pay for it.”

“I’m not; it’s my vibrator, that’s his name.” From beneath hooded eyes, she contemplated him. A wariness surrounded her, and she hoped he wasn’t about to back off. Because she had an itch to scratch. “He’s in my holdall if you don’t believe me.”

Rune studied her. “You named it? Do you name every inanimate object?” Surprise glowed over him.

“Yeah, so, what’s wrong with that?” She wasn’t about to tell him it made her feel good because, apart from Kitty, she didn’t have any friends. Her bitch of a mother had seen to that, scaring them all off with her sharp words and insults. Only Kitty had weathered the storm of hurricane Doris. “I like to personalize objects.”

His lips curved into a grin; he took her hand and led it to his cock. “It’s not an object, but what name would you have for this?”

Jess’s eyes widened; she had trouble getting her hand around it, yet a thrill exploded in her. With slow strokes, she swept down the length, disbelief shuddered over her face. “Fuck me, that’s easy, there’s nothing on earth can bypass The President.”

§§§

Rune’s chest rumbled with laughter and relief that she didn’t appear nervous. “So, why did you bring your vibrator with you?”

A flush stained her face. “Well, I was hedging my bets, just in case they were, er, lacking in that department.”

“And now?”

A grin broke free, and she glanced up, her bright, turquoise eyes sparkling. “I’ve hit the mother lode.”

“We’ll see, little one.” Rune licked across her lips, edging the contours tracing them. For some unknown reason, he liked the taste, his usual habit of avoiding that intimate gesture vanished. He wondered what it was about this crazy, outspoken woman that intrigued him. He experienced a strange premonition that all this time it was what he’d been waiting for.

Her.

A hiss blasted out from between his teeth when she trickled her thumb over the eye of his erection.

Taking her hands, he placed them wide, so she resembled a cross, he pressed her back against the smooth rock. The water swirled around her waist, along with the wave of dark hair with the extraordinary red flames shooting through it. He liked it long. These days it was a rarity; for some reason, he’d discovered very few women let it grow to that length. Not as they had many years ago.

Her shimmering eyes reminded him of the seas off the Caribbean, a mixture of blue and turquoise. They locked with his, trusting, yet sexy and he wanted her with a driving ache.

Rune knew he had to get her fully aroused to take him and began his seduction.

“You don’t move your arms; you keep them rested against the stone, do you understand me?”

She nodded, and Rune didn’t miss the burning intensity flash over her face. “I asked you a question, Jessalyn.”

A snap of anger crossed her features. “Yes, sir.”

Rune knew he was going to have his work cut out because she was no sub. But he was a Dom, a strong one that demanded subservience, and she would bow to his wishes. To his commands.

He wondered how she would take to being paraded as ‘his’ through the club. And knew for a fact that she wouldn’t be happy.

The coming evening would prove interesting.

§§§

Jess studied him; with his cool composure, apart from his glorious erection, he appeared unmoved. Cold almost, not a scrap of raw emotion spilled from him. Whilst her clit was spinning in a salsa dance with her labia. She curled her fingers into her palms.
Did he intend doing anything?

“Don’t be in such a hurry, Jessalyn.”

“How do you know what I’m thinking?” At his cricked brow added. “Sir.”

“I can see it on your face, read your expression.”

Bullshit, could he read her mind?
If so, get a fucking move on, will you, asshole.

His face darkened, a muscled ticked at his cheek. He looked seriously pissed off. And Jessalyn wondered if he actually had. She trained her thoughts to a blank canvass, a plain white one, and she focussed on it. It was what she’d done when her parents were fighting, to take herself away from the reality of the world.

A frown creased across Rune’s face. His hand reached out, and slowly, he weighted one breast in his palm, pinching down on her bud, hard. And her thoughts flashed back to him.

A spark of lust pinged from her nipple straight to her fanny. His hand kneaded her breast. Rune bent his head and he suckled slowly, his teeth grazing her swollen bud with a sudden sharpness. She snatched in her breath and opened her legs, showing him what she wanted.

His mouth moved up, his tongue drizzled a languorous path across her throat. Jess’s pulse rose and her chest shuddered with a flare of heady excitement. At last she was about to get ‘it’.

With infinite softness, he flickered his hands over her body. At each touch, it left a blistering burn; her blood fired through her veins and she bit down a groan.

“You have nice tits, Jessalyn, ones that I’m going to enjoy suckling on.” He pinched down on her already engorged nipples. “And these will be clamped, giving you the ultimate experience.”

All the while he spoke, he didn’t let up from touching every part of her body. When his hand slid down, his palm lay across her stomach and she bit her lip. Her eyes widened as his other hand curved over her buttocks; parting her cheeks, he rimmed her ass. She moved to get away from the strange sensations erupting.

“Don’t deny me, Jessalyn, I don’t intend finger fucking you there yet.” Again, he repeated the action, whilst his palm that rested against her stomach slid down to her pubes. He traced his finger along her folds and teased at her clit, tugging at her labia. She bit back a groan and arched into him. Into his fingers that slipped inside, hair trigger flicks, he tapped his finger on her ass, pulling back to rim the edge.

“Tell me, Jessalyn, what is it you want?” The words coasted over her lips, his breath puffed out on a warm hush.

Her nails dug into her palms; if they’d been long, they’d have snapped. She felt her nipples burgeon hard; her fanny had stopped aching, and it was throwing a serious strop. Jess needed him now, anything to ease the excruciating pain that curled deep in her belly.

“You, Rune, I want you.” Even to her own ears, the voice didn’t sound her own. Instead, it shivered out on a throaty note.

“Say it again, but this time with the correct address, do you want me to stop?”

Oh, for fuck’s sake!
Her eyes flickered wide in horror; she tried to slam her thighs together to hold his hand. But it was too late. She thrust into fresh air, or, in her case, cool water. Suddenly, she remembered the words. “Sir, please, sir?”
Fuck, but he was a controlling twat.
Again, she noticed how his face hardened as if he was aware of her thoughts.

But that was impossible; it was her imagination running away yet again.

Rune nudged between her legs. “You want me to fuck you?” His hands held her hips, his gaze fused on her, ensuring she was trapped. “To feel my cock deep inside thrusting hard, filling you. Is that what you want, my little sub?”

“Oh God yes,” she sucked in a breath. “Sir.”
Shit, she nearly forgot.
Jess swallowed, her throat scratched dry, incredibly so, she quivered, and her arms that stretched out were taut. Tense with the effort of keeping them there, it was only the fact he’d take away her pleasure that made her obey him.

§§§

Rune dipped his knees and nudged at her entrance. She was ready, and he was way past it, only his sheer determination had held his body in check. He prayed she could take him because he needed release, was desperate for it. On a steady, slow drive, he pushed up; she was tight, her sex crawled around his cock, closing in. “Easy, Jess, relax.” Rune soothed her as he would one of his mares he was breaking. “We’ll take it slowly. I don’t want to hurt you.” Pulling back, he thrust in again, this time deeper, he inched in bit by bit. The perspiration layered his forehead as he attempted to hold back.

But Rune needed to take her hard and soon.

Surprise shocked over his face when her legs clamped around his waist, and she hurled herself forward, wrapping her arms around his neck. Taking the initiative, Jess impaled herself on him; her satisfied grunt hit the air as he filled her.

“Sorry, Rune, you can punish me later, but now, can you fuck me?” She slid her mouth over his, eager and probing.

He pressed hers open in a wide, furious, open-mouthed kiss. His arms bound around her, and clutching her ass tight, he powered up. Rune was amazed that she took him with ease; his balls slapped against her, his buttocks clenched tight, he tunnelled deep. Unexpectedly, she released her hold on his neck and leant back. Her body drifted with the current, her long dark hair spun out and snaked across the water, resembling a mantle.

“Ah that’s it, you’re deeper inside me now,” she muttered, her hands covered his that held her hips. Her sex clenched him hard, and she curled into him. “God, this feels so good, Rune.”

He hesitated. A shot of anger skated over him, at how she’d taken over. She confused the hell out of him, and he would punish her thoroughly for her cheek, but for now, he had to come. With steady thrusts, he drove hard against her, and at each plunging lunge, her body shook with the sheer force. Her tits shuddered and Rune so wanted to suck on her nipples. A rising force blew in, and he knew he was about to empty himself into her welcoming body. When her sex clawed at him and tore at his guts, he rumbled deep in his chest because she shredded him to pieces.

“Now, Jessalyn, come with me.” His growl mixed with her scream, it echoed around the cave.

The seconds slipped past, his thoughts in a quandary, yet the one remained at the fore. He was about to enjoy the next few days.

Pulling her body up to his, Rune couldn’t resist running his fingers over her chocolate nipples. He would take delight in clamping them, maybe later. Now he knew she could take him, there would be no boundary untried.

Her lips tickled over his, and he realized she liked to kiss, a lot. And for the first time in his life, he didn’t find it annoying.

“You enjoyed your first experience of a man?”

“Couldn’t you tell?”

“Jessalyn, do I need to remind you yet again. Already I’ve a punishment to mete out after your display.”

“Sir.” She gave him a cheeky quiver of a smile. “Will I enjoy it?”

“Depends.”

“Then if I do, won’t it benefit me if I’m disobedient again?” She nuzzled into him, her lips seeking his ear, she thrust her tongue in.

At once, his cock hardened. He hoped she’d nip down hard on his lobe. And groaned when she did just that, her tiny teeth bit him. “Do you like this, Rune?”

Rune realized he needed to take charge. Because she was switching, moving from sub, pushing the boundaries for Dom. And that he wouldn’t allow.

“What I like isn’t your concern, unless, of course, I choose to tell you.” He reluctantly withdrew and unfurled his big body from her.

She shot him a furious glare.