Rune

by H. D. March

  The coming evening would prove interesting.

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  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.

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  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.

  This mysterious woman he realized was a wild spirit, and one that had channelled her thoughts and blanked him. Where she’d learned that technique from he didn’t kno
w but would discover it. Because he’d read her mind with ease, some had amused him, others pissed him off. Yet the more he learned about her, the more she fascinated him, his little virgin that could take his cock.

  He trod up the steps leading out of the pool. “Come along, Jessalyn, your education continues.”

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  She followed; again, her attention dropped onto his ass. Her fanny felt as if it had been rammed by a cannon. And she’d loved every moment of it, not a tiny bit of space spare. When she’d leaned back, he’d hit home, deep inside, his girth rubbed along every part and never had she felt so complete. So utterly fucked.

  Hell, what was she talking about, apart from her plastic army, this was the first time she’d experienced a jaw dropping orgasm.

  He didn’t take her hand she noticed but walked ahead. Okay, he wasn’t the type of guy that made a girl feel good after sex. No hugs and sweet words. But hell, what did she expect, she’d paid for this, for him, his service. No emotion would come into it, no care, nothing. Simply fucking, that’s all it was about.

  And she didn’t want anything else. Did she?

  Again, her gaze dropped to his sexy tattoo. It pulled her attention to his ass and his more interesting equipment. Jess guessed he’d had it for just that reason because no one could miss a Celtic band of that dimension, and then not look above it. To discover what other anatomy he had the fortune to be blessed with.

  She sighed, one part of her wanted so much more.

  What would it be like to fall in love? To have a man adore you? It was a nice dream, but one she was fearful of. The thought of loving someone, sharing herself, scared her senseless. No way could she have a relationship. The words of her mother and father slammed into her. The absolute hatred between them branded deep.

  How the hell she’d been conceived shocked her, and she wondered if her mother had been artificially inseminated. Like the way they did it with dogs and cattle. It was a possibility, she mused.

  With another suck of air, she put it behind her and followed.

  This was the life she’d chosen, no love, no boyfriend, and no getting hurt. Simple, easy, and clinical.

  Yet now she’d discovered true sex, Jess debated joining a dating agency. That, she decided, she could do, one night stands, purely for sex. She wondered if there were sites out there for just that and knew there had to be. After her weekend with Rune, she’d check them out. Because now she’d learned how much she liked real sex, she wasn’t about to give up on it.

  Not that she’d abandon her vibrators, but every so often, a good wholesome fuck wouldn’t go amiss. Why she hadn’t thought of a dating agency before she didn’t know, and then frowned. Yes she did, it was her abnormal fear of getting close, to anyone.

  But tonight had proved she could detach her mind and leave her body free to enjoy itself. To make wild love, and then switch off. And Jess kept those thoughts, imprinted them on her mind, because deep down well…she refused to assimilate her reasoning.

  The door to their room closed, and she tracked him in silence as he prowled around the large area. She sat on the bed and wondered what was wrong, why he appeared a bunched up roll of testosterone. And wished he’d cover himself up, she followed the sway of his lazy lob. Frigging hell, it looked like a pendulum. Jess was mesmerized by it.

  He spun on her. “I need you to give me a safe word, one that you’ll use if you no longer want me to continue, it’s the ultimate in stopping me.”

  She shrugged her shoulders; hell, she couldn’t remember her password on her computer, instead had it written down. Then, she’d forget where she’d put that, keeping it safe, it was usually lost forever. Jess noticed that he appeared unconcerned with his nudity, whilst she snagged a sheet across hers. Her focus ripped into him, she could look at him all day and still never get fed up.

  He crossed the room to stand before her and tilted her chin up. “Answer me, Jessalyn.”

  Yeah, whatever, how the hell could she when that awesome weapon of mass destruction primed her? She tried to concentrate, to drag her gaze from his lazy lob. Heck, even lazy, it was one hell of a specimen.

  She noticed the tiniest hint of a smile crease his lips. “I need a safe word.” His hand flashed out and snatched at the sheet, drawing it off her. “I didn’t give you permission to cover your body.”

  Bossy bastard. And her mind went blank.

  “It can be a colour, green, amber, or red is the usual, but boring. I like a bit of diversity.”

  “Er, how about stop?”

  “Nope, too banal, too blasé.”

  She gave a loud huff. “Help?”

  “Jessalyn,” his voice growled on a low rumble.

  “Caprice.”

  He cricked his head, paused, and then nodded. “Caprice it is; if at any time you want me to stop, use it.”

  Fine, if I can bloody remember it.

  “And now, I’ll introduce you to our toy room.” Taking her hand, he hauled her up. She slammed into his body, and her clit sneaked a peek at his lazy lob, calling to him. Christ, what was wrong with her? She’d already had two glorious orgasms since waking up, and she was sniffing around for another?

  “Don’t fret, little one, I’ll see to it you receive your next climax, and trust me, you’ll be screaming to come.”

  She shot him a shocked glare. “How did you know —” Then backtracked, “I mean, er, oh never mind.” Before mumbling, “Sir.”

  Chapter Seven

  Rune covered her lips with a lazy kiss. His arm snatched around her hips, and he pulled her close. She reached up, curling her hand into his hair that brushed across the nape of his neck. Again, she had that need, to lay him down and ride him. His eyes burned a molten gold over her, and releasing her, he stepped back to open a nearby door, one that she hadn’t spotted.

  He indicated with a call of his fingers. She trod forward, her own eyes widened in shock, she hesitated at the entrance, and her hand gripped her throat.

  “This is a play room?” She glanced around with worried eyes. “It looks like a place of torture.”

  “It is,” he confirmed, his attention didn’t move from her face. “But the torture is or will be exquisite.”

  A tune tinkled through the air, Rune crossed to the large oak cabinet, he picked his mobile up. “Yes?” The single word rapped out. His gaze darkened, and his eyes flickered with a sharp intensity. “I’ll be there in five.” He dropped the phone and, reaching for his jeans, struck his legs into them. “I need to leave for a while.”

  Disappointment filtered over her features once his body was clothed and covered up.

  She peered into the play room, then back at him. At least she would get to explore it at leisure.

  “Familiarize yourself with the equipment, I’ll see you later.” He loped to the door and closed it, the key turned as it locked.

  Jess wasn’t sure if he were keeping her in or something out. But hell, talk about an abrupt departure.

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  Rune roared down the deserted road towards the police headquarters.

  The Lamborghini screamed to a halt in a squeal of brakes and, slamming the door shut, he loped into the building. Rune gave a brief nod to the clerk and strode past the mahogany desk towards his destination. He entered the small office that stank of body odour, stale tobacco, and fries. The heavy stench only relieved by the strong rich aroma of coffee.

  “It’s happened again. This time the bastards took out the staff of the drive through.” The potbellied police inspector polished a hand over his bald head. His stomach strained against his shirt, whilst the buttons shifted and threatened to pop. “The mother fuckers, I eat there every day. Why that place?”

  “Jim, I think the people that were slaughtered might have a word to say about that.” Sarcasm dripped from him. Apart from LeBron, he was the only outsider to know his involvement with the Bureau, along with Phillips, an obnoxious twat that he couldn’t stand. The dislike was reciprocated, yet Rune knew he wouldn’t sa
y a word about who he worked for, even the dumbass had some sense.

  Rune had discovered the jerk was the jealous type that didn’t like his involvement with the more serious matters. To say they had a personality clash was the understatement of the year. Rune longed to tear his throat out every time he opened his mouth. It was only the fact that he represented the Bureau and his knuckles would get rapped good and hard that stopped him. But his time would come, and that appeased him.

  Rune took delight in the fact the last time they’d met he’d hammered the shit out of him. The idiot had taunted and urged him on, not that he needed much pushing, his short temper was legendary. Phillips had remained off work on sick leave for three weeks. Rune knew the fool was stupid enough to come back for more. Just one word, that’s all it would take to send Rune’s irritability into overdrive; he’d rarely experienced such a riot of violent emotions. The man hit every angry, mind-numbing button of destruction, and all aimed at him.

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  Suddenly, the door slammed open, it reverberated on its hinges, and a large, uniformed officer barged in. His glare burned over Rune. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Three other men hovered behind.

  Rune’s lips curled; shit, but he craved to kill the bastard. Instead, he would have to be satisfied with grinding his fist into his smarmy face. “Doing your job more than likely, you fucking retard.”

  Jim shook his head and picked up his mug of coffee in a rescue mission. “Look you pair, no trouble, I remember the last time—”

  “Yeah, well, try this.” Phillips pulled his arm back to release a bunched fist. And found it held, crated in a hard palm.

  “I’ll break you,” warned Rune.

  “Fuck you, Masters,” and indicated to the men behind. “I’ve got assistance now, and no way will you get the better of me, not with my friends helping me.”

  “Didn’t know you had any,” said Rune and gave a not so nice smile. At a signal from Phillips, they surged forward, and Rune unleashed a savage power of destruction, his fists and legs kicked out with a vicious intensity. The crunch of bone cracked in the air, mingled with screams and shouts. Within seconds, all four men lay in a heap on the blood stained floor.