Page 29 of Running Wild


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Mention of the magazines had him back there in the bedroom though, rekindling the surprise he'd felt when he discovered her secret stash. T

here was a whole stack of them on the bedside cabinets, books too. He'd picked up the magazine that was abandoned on the bed covers and stared down at the image of a woman bound and bent over, spanked, much as he had her now. Instantly, he'd known that she'd masturbated as she looked at the image, and that was the deciding factor. He had to know if that was what she really wanted. Once he had a clue, he could win her back. Besides, the thought of having her so thoroughly compromised and bending to his will meant he had an instant hard-on, one that kept resurfacing as he covered the miles between London and the Highlands. Along the way he'd also reflected on her grievances about their relationship. She seemed so proud and capable, yet she had also said she wanted him to take charge. Was this part of it? He was determined to find out.

Her bottom looked so adorable, sticking out and wriggling so enticingly while she knelt on the futon. The curve of her waist and hips made him want to kneel behind her and hold onto her waist while he eased his cock inside her cunt. Not yet, not until he made her admit this was happening.

He slapped her again, and while the red imprint of his hand surfaced, he rubbed her exposed pussy.

She cried out, her head jolting up. Her knees shifted restlessly and she panted loudly, a whimper in her throat. Piers didn't think he had ever seen her so aroused and ready for intercourse. He was so hard his cock was practically poking through his jeans. If only he'd know this about her, but it wasn't too late, he was sure of it.

She threw him an angry look, the color in the cheeks high.

"Think," he commanded. "Why am I punishing you?"

Again he rubbed the swollen folds of her pussy. The trickle of hot juicers against his hand made him pause. The entrance to her glorious cunt was moist, glistening and open. He couldn't resist, pushing one finger inside. "Why, Meg?"

"Was it because…because…" Whimpering, she worked against his finger.

Her beautiful cunt was hot and slick and so bloody inviting. He wasn't going to be able to resist much longer.

"Why?" He removed his finger, noticing that her cunt clamped on it, trying to hold on to him. Piers smiled. If he'd had any doubts about her willingness in this situation, they would be thoroughly dissolved. "Come on Meg, you can say it, because…?"

She thumped the back of the futon with her bound hands, her head hanging down, and hair covering her face. "You're punishing me because I didn't tell you!"

Piers smiled. He covered her pussy with one hand, calming her, reassuring her. "Good girl."

Her body slumped against the back of the futon, as if in relief.

He eased two fingers inside her this time.

"There, that wasn't so hard now was it?" He whispered the question to her, while he twisted those two fingers from side to side, opening her up. Soon he would be buried there, in heaven.

"Yes, it was hard for me!"

"It shouldn't have been that way." He bent down and kissed the back of her neck and discovered the skin was damp and salty. "I love you. I adore you, you crazy woman. We can tell each other anything."

He wanted to be inside her, and he would be soon. But he also wanted to be looking into her eyes when he did so. He rode his fingers in and out of her faster, adoring the way she responded. Her body shivered violently and worked against him, as if she really couldn't help herself, despite her obvious pride and her shame.

"Piers," she whispered, and there was desperation in her voice. "I'm coming, I'm coming again."

He heard it there in her voice. The surprise, the relief, and the acknowledgement. She'd never been like this—sex had never been like this for her. Not in this wild, abandoned way. As her cunt clamped on his fingers and his entire hand became slick with her juices, Piers smiled to himself.

They were almost there, and he'd never been more grateful for anything in his whole life.

Chapter Four

Meg's orgasm was so powerful that she felt moisture on her face and realized it was tears of relief. Her thighs were shuddering under her and she was barely sentient when he lifted her into his arms. The heat of his body made her want to cling to him. She curled instinctively, resting her head against his shoulder.

"Look at me," he instructed.

With effort she moved her head and looked at him.

I love you, she thought, staring at his familiar, handsome face. She had always loved him, and now she felt undone, completely emotionally exposed and vulnerable. The restraint and his masterful approach had melted away her last shred of independence. She was his now and forever.

Still fretful that he had only done this as some sort of joke, or to prove a point, she felt a sob rising in her throat. His mouth was so close, and she longed for him to kiss her, but he stared into her eyes as if waiting for something. Mustering herself, she managed to speak. "Why did you do this?"

"Because you wanted me to, and that made me want to." His voice was gruff, both raw emotion and desire evident there.

His hot breath on her skin told her how eager he was for her, and it made her sensitized sex tingle and throb expectantly. "You wanted to?"

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