"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?"
He looked at her with searching eyes. "That's why you didn't tell me, isn't it? You thought I would be freaked?"
She nodded.
"Good grief, woman." He lifted his eyebrows. "You are so proud and so competent, it's like you don't even need a man most of the time—"
"I do," she interrupted, "I need you."
He stared at her, and she felt him sigh. "Good…I never dreamed this would be your fantasy. If only you'd told me."
"I couldn't, in case you thought it was too weird and left me."
"No way." Shaking his head, he gave a soft chuckle and reached in to kiss the end of her nose. "You don't think having you like this turns me on, hmm?"
She felt a bit silly then, but he was only teasing her in a good way. He was well aware she'd noticed his erection. She glanced away then back, and smiled up at him. "Well, I did wonder…"
He kissed her then, taking away the need for any more explanation. His tongue plunged into her mouth and she could feel the restraint in him. Her lips parted, her tongue thrashing with his.
He pulled away only to seek out the bed, carrying her to it.
Dropping her onto the mattress, he left and returned a moment later with that bag of his. Then he began to undo his belt. Meg shifted against the surface of the bed, and her bottom was deliciously sore where he'd spanked her. She watched, hungry for him, as he opened the buttons on his fly and pushed off his jeans and boxer shorts.
The sight of his gorgeous body made her salivate. If her hands weren't bound, she'd want to touch him everywhere, to stroke him where the rib cage was so large and male beneath his strongly muscled chest. The line of dark hair that ran down his belly to his groin created such symmetry it was breathtakingly beautiful. The tight line of his hips and buttocks reminded her of his sexual prowess, his stamina. And the thick rod of his cock, arching up from his hips, eagerly, set her on fire. It was thoroughly distended, the head dark. His balls were large and high against the underside of his cock. He'd been holding back for so long, she knew that when he let rip he'd be fierce and wild and unrelenting.
He pulled the belt from his jeans and set it on the bed, then he ran his hand over her belly and lower, pushing a finger into her slit. "Open your legs, let me see you."
She did as he said and he looked at her while he stroked his cock with one hand. The way he looked at her was so blatant. With her legs splayed, her burning pussy was exposed. Tender from two powerful orgasms, her bottom stinging from the spanking she'd received, everything had her on edge and trembling for him. It was getting difficult to breathe.
He lifted her cuffed hands and looped his belt under the chain so that her arms were pulled straight up and her breasts rolled together. He seemed to like the way that looked, and strapped her to the metal bedpost with the soft leather belt holding her in place with her arms above her head. When it was done, he rested a kiss on one nipple, making her arch against the surface of the bed.
"Please, Piers…" Her nipples were hard and the tender kiss at this point just maddened her, making her want to beg him for more.
"Patience my dear, I have something else I think you might like." Again he went to the bag and when he sat down on the edge of the bed it was to unwrap something.
Meg struggled to see what it was. Before she'd managed to work it out, he moved his hands to her nipples.
"Take a deep breath, sweetheart."
Meg did as instructed, and a moment later her nipples were seized and pinched in a vice-like grip. Staring down, she gasped aloud, her entire body undulating against the bed as the nipple clamps sent her into a frenzy of sensation.
"Is it too much for you, lover?"
Meg's head thrashed from side to side, because she was right on the edge. It was almost too much…but if he were inside her. "No! Please, Piers, I'm begging you, I need you now."
"Begging, huh." He pulled her hips farther down on the bed, so that her arms were at full stretch, then grinned and climbed between her legs, his hand on his cock as he surveyed her. "I like that." He nodded down at her approvingly, the view obviously pleasing him. "Tell me again, what do you need?"
"You, I need you, Piers. Need you badly." The fierce grip of the nipple clamps and the tender skin on her spanked bottom both stung wildly, and heady endorphins began to flood her, pain and pleasure wrapping around her central need—to have Piers inside her.
"I like the sound of that." He nudged his hot cock head against her splayed pussy. Her clit leapt, the contact making her legs thrash wildly. He pushed. The walls of her aching sex stretched to accommodate him, her pulse pounding.
The pain in her breasts was tugged down into the pit of her belly, where pleasure roared up as he filled her. Nothing felt like this, the sensation of being suddenly filled, his hard shaft plowing her deep. Then he hit home, brushing her core, and she moaned loudly. Tears of relief blurred her vision. Her heart beat frantically, the ache in her chest
blossoming into joy.
"So good," she cried out.
"Oh, yes," he murmured, and kissed her mouth. Then he lifted on his arms and started to thrust hard and fast, reaching her most sensitive places, sending wave after wave of nirvana through her keyed-up body.
The muscles in his torso rippled as he worked into her, the expression on his face determined. He flicked back his hair, cursing low under his breath as he shifted her legs, pulling them over his shoulders to thrust deeper still.
"Piers!" His cock was so deep and hard that she was pinioned by it, but still he worked on, until her body went into meltdown and hot liquid coated both of them at the juncture of their bodies, the slap and pull of sticky skin on skin clearly audible in the room. Each time he shunted into her, his balls slapped against her, and when he ground his hips hard against hers, her clit stung.
"You feel so good," he murmured, his eyes flashing closed a moment, "gonna come soon, lover."
"I'm already there," she managed to respond. Her core spasmed, and he roared aloud in response.
"You're mine," he said from between gritted teeth.
"Yes, I'm yours." Her climax hit, and her whole body shuddered with the force. She squeezed his cock hard with her inner muscles. He clutched at her hips, his cock jerking hard.
"Yes, oh yes," she cried. Never before had she been so liberated, so emotionally high or so thoroughly pleasured. There was such poignancy in the mutual climax that she cried his name over and again, and when he finally pulled free and undid the belt and cuffs, relieving her of the nipples clamps, she wrapped herself around her man, clinging to him gratefully.
In the cocoon of his arms, with her heart swelling with sheer joy and her body deeply pleasured and sensitized in every way, Meg could only look at him in awe.
He gave her a lazy smile and tangled his fingers in her hair. "I missed you."
"I missed you too." She wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him, savoring the taste of his lips and the solid bulk of his body against hers, while they leveled and reconnected in every way.
"I want you back, Meg, not just for this week, but forever."
"Good." She smiled, and dropped her head back and laughed, because the elated feeling she was experiencing practically lifted her from the bed.
"No more hiding what you want from me?"
"I promise."
Eventually he rolled onto his back. "We'll need to go shopping, buy more food. If I'm taking charge of this event we need plenty of supplies."
"And clothing. I take it you only had bondage gear in that bag of yours."
He chuckled, "Good point. I hadn't even thought of that when I headed up here." His eyes twinkled at her. "I was a bit preoccupied with my woman's sexual needs."
She loved the way that sounded. The relief she felt was immense, they had breached a difficult boundary and she felt closer to him than she ever had.
"We could just stay in bed," he added.
"No, you have to live up to your original promise, and show me more of the Highlands…in between time in bed, of course."
He nodded. "We'll do it all, together."
Meg sighed, happily.
He toyed with her hair. "And you're ready to meet my parents now?"
"What…?"
"It was our plan. At the end of this week we would head over there and you'd get to meet them and see where I grew up."
Meg knew exactly what he meant, but she was enjoying teasing him for a change. "As you said, something changed."
"Something changed, but most things didn't. I want you to meet my family. I want them to meet you." He drew her hand to his mouth, and kissed the back of her fingers. "And I want them to meet you as my fiancée. If you'll have me…after my damnable Neanderthal behavior…"
The mischievous glint in his eye made her grab him to her, and she kissed him passionately, her heart swelling in her chest.
"Should I take that as consent to my demands?"
"I think you probably should," Meg replied.
"Consent to everything?"
"Yes, to everything."
ABOUT SASKIA WALKER
Saskia Walker is an award-winning British author of erotic fiction. Her short stories and novellas have appeared in over eighty international anthologies including BEST WOMEN'S EROTICA, THE MAMMOTH BOOK OF BEST NEW EROTICA, SECRETS, and WICKED WORDS. Her erotica has also been featured in several international magazines including PENTHOUSE, BUST, and SCARLET. After writing shorts for several years Saskia moved into novel-length projects. Her erotic single titles include DOUBLE DARE, RAMPANT, THE HARLOT, THE LIBERTINE, and THE JEZEBEL. Fascinated with seduction, Saskia loves to explore how and why we get from saying "hello" to sharing our most intimate selves in moments of extreme passion. She has lots more stories in the pipeline! Saskia lives in the north of England, close to the beautiful Yorkshire moors, with her partner, Mark, and a houseful of stray felines. Visit her website for more information: http://www.saskiawalker.co.uk.
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EXCERPT
I vow that I will be as decadent and liberated in my sexuality as she is.
Kirstie Jefferies made this vow while she listened to another woman reaching orgasm. She was standing outside the communal shower in her university hall of residence, transfixed. She'd been about to return to her room and come back for her shower later, but the sound was so incredibly sexy that she had been forced to stay and listen, her own sense of sexual need rising all the while. Steam billowed over the top of the shower cubicle door and—with it—the sound of another deeply pleasured female moan. Her entire skin prickled, her pussy instantly slick.
A moment later she heard a male voice whispering encouragement. There were two of them in there. Who was the woman? Whoever it was hadn't wasted any time getting laid. It was the third day of the new term. Kirstie smiled to herself—this was part of what she'd come to University for, liberation of the sexual kind.
"Oh, yeah, you're so tight," the man said. "I'm almost there."
The woman gave a breathless grunt in response. The sound of it sent a shiver of need through Kirstie. Her pussy ached to have that kind of attention and she was getting more aroused by the moment. Female laughter bubbled up inside the cubicle, and then morphed again into intense moaning.
Kirstie's body responded, identifying on a deep, innate level with the other woman's orgasm. She was absurdly aroused, trapped there by her need to relate, her need to be that woman. Shifting from one foot to the other, she lifted her hair from the back of her neck, where the skin was feverishly hot. Her sex clenched repeatedly. She brushed her hands over her robe, touching her aching breasts through the fabric. Inside the cubicle the woman began to pant. She'd reached climax. It was such a turn on that Kirstie couldn't help herself. She slipped her hand inside her robe to cup and squeeze her pussy in her hand, massaging her clit until it thrummed and slick juices spread half way down her thighs.
Then the man let out a deep, animalistic sound, and Kirstie knew he had come as well. She worked her hand, rubbing her clit until she too reached orgasm. Waves of pleasure washed over her. Dropping her head back against the wall, she closed her eyes for a moment to regain her composure, and then straightened her robe.
The couple eventually emerged.
Kirstie stared at the door as it opened, dying to know who they were.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
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