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Authors: Riley Sharpe

BOOK: The Arrangement

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We both let out a moan as I feel him fill me to completion, every inch of his cock buried in my pussy as his hands grasp my hips, pressing my ass to him as he slowly folds the rest of his body over my back.

“Gotcha,” he whispers in my ear before nipping it and surging out, and all the way back in. His hands reach around me to cup my breasts, rolling the flesh in his fingers before moving to pinch the erect nipples.

“Rune,” I breathe, his online handle and the only name I ever think of him by. Sucking in a deep breath as he pulses out and in again. It’s an exceptional sensation of completion, him suddenly being a part of me, claiming me, holding me bent in the grass and taking his pleasure. A new line of fire sizzles from tits to clit, my muscles shuddering and clenching, my cunt opening wider to accept him entirely.

“Asha,” he responds, one hand moving from my breast slowly down my body. I know it’s heading for my clit, and just the idea makes me shiver, but does he really think that’s all the resistance he’s going to get?

“Level up,” I murmur, and fling us both onto our backs, tugging at the line of traps and trying to catch him in one of them. I use my head to nudge his goggles up as he tries to restrain my two free limbs, clasping my wrist and hooking his leg over mine to push it sideways, opening me farther. One leg wraps around my hips, crushing me back to him, and fingers dig into the painful joint of my arm.

“Shit!” I gasp as a fresh surge of pain urges my cunt to grow wetter, easing his passage as he presses me backward, presses himself upward, regaining lost ground. He twists my other arm and my body betrays me, concentrating so completely on the pain that for several moments I cease to struggle beyond purely muscle-memory-based moves that require the use of at least one arm. It’s the break he needs to flip me back over, and in another second I’m screaming again as my second leg is caught in another set of jaws, one far enough away to spread my thighs wide. Pain shooting up from my ankle races along and perks up my clit, inciting a fresh outpouring of lube, and more sensation runs from wrist to tits. It takes a moment to realize that he’s locked both my formerly free limbs in a trap, much like my other two are, and he crushes my collarbone into the wet grass and mud as he settles himself back inside me.

“Bonus pack,” he whispers, and wraps around me to grasp the dislocated arm in both hands with bruising force, giving it a wrenching twist. The next thing I know he’s riding me, pumping in and out with increasing speed, one hand tangled in my hair and the other dancing around my clit, sliding my tits against the earth as his lips move over my sweat-slicked back. The night vision goggles are gone.

“Feel me, Asha,” he says softly between our groans. “You’re at my mercy now. You can’t move, and you can’t escape. So just feel.”

He’s fucking me harder, stretching my trapped limbs and leaving me utterly exposed, reminding me that I was at his mercy when he put a knife to my night dress and sliced it away. That thought alone makes me shudder, amping up the pressure building inside of me while he powers forward again and again, eventually slamming his pelvis into my ass with each thrust, gripping my hair so that I can’t move any extremity of my body. Some part of me realizes that the arm he dislocated is back in place, the dull ache of my shoulder just enough to intensify the experience without distracting from the fast-approaching rapture.

I stop trying to mute my cries. Rune has broken through all the defenses I erected around myself against the world; he’s disarmed and disabled me, burst in and taken me by storm. I can’t resist him, and I don’t, surrendering to his embrace and pouring over the edge in a climax that draws out and starts to rebuild as he continues fucking me ruthlessly. My overly sensitive tits explode at being crushed and scrubbed against the ground and I hear him growl.

“I caught you, Asha! That little cunt is all mine now, whenever I care to break in, that wet little cunt and these luscious little tits and this tight little ass, every inch of your smooth, lanky body, I’m going to taste it all. And good luck describing me to the police.”

It’s the humor that does it. Added in a wry tone, it makes me start to laugh and come again, bucking and thrashing as he erupts inside of me, our bodies shuddering together until we collapse, gasping and hiccuping with delayed chuckles.

“Do I get to see that face of yours?” I ask at last, when both our breathing has calmed slightly, beginning to turn my head. He winds his fingers into my hair and holds me still.

“No way, you witch,” he says in that rich baritone, amused and firm at the same time. “Earn it, like I had to earn your cunt.” Running a finger along my jawline he adds, “Don’t worry; you’ll have many more chances. What I didn’t tell you about my promotion is that I’ll be traveling a lot, and I plan to fuck you every time I’m in the country. I might make some special trips, as well.”

My shoulders give a shiver of excitement. The time in between his visits is gong to be torture.

“Don’t expect it to be so easy next time.” I’ve already decided to hone a tree’s worth of quarterstaves and leave them at strategic points around the farm.

“You shouldn’t, either. Popping a shoulder is quick and easy, but I do try not to repeat my tricks too many times.” Then he reaches out and catches my wrist, the one that I lodged in the trap and am now trying to work free. “Apparently it’s time I made my escape,” he says with a note of regret that might or might not be affected, and wraps one well-muscled arm around my neck.

I know what he’s doing—it’s the seven-second blackout by cutting off bloodflow to the brain—and I start to writhe and protest but he lays his body flat and heavy over mine and shushes me.

“Dawn’s coming, and I need time to put all your systems back online, not to mention unass your property.” Despite my attempted struggles, I know that within seconds I’ll be unconscious. Just before the darkness takes me I hear him say, “It was nice to meet you, Asha.”

The End

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