by Lila Dubois
“I’m going to come,” she gasped.
“Yes, now, I want you to come now.”
Margo rubbed her clit furiously, Runako slammed his cock into her and she came. Margo screamed in pleasure, biting the couch. Runako jackhammered his cock into her, pushing against orgasm-tight muscles, so that the wave of pleasure refused to break. She rode the crest of her orgasm for ages, panting and gasping, her body vising around his cock.
With a roar Runako came too.
He pulled out of her and helped her to stand. The muscles in her legs, and particularly her hips, were stiff. She turned in his arms and laid her head on his chest. Runako stroked her back, and when he stooped and picked her up Margo let him do it.
“Grab the blanket,” he whispered, and she did, thinking he was going to sit with her on his lap and wrap her in the blanket. Margo closed her eyes, drifting in the rosy cloud of seriously good sex aftermath.
The closed eyes and general feeling of wellbeing were why she didn’t notice that he’d carried her from the comfortable cave. She didn’t notice until she was set down on cold stone.
She yelped and sat up. “What are you doing?”
Runako grabbed her ankle and pulled it to the end of the stone altar. “I’m chaining you up.”
“Why? Why? I thought we were done with this.”
“I want you too much. I like you like this, chained, available for my use. In there you are…too comfortable, too powerful.”
Margo gaped at him, totally stunned by his words. The sense of familiarity that had formed in the other cave, born of his many human-like behaviors, disappeared in a blink. He grabbed her free leg and chained it in place, spreading her legs. When he reached for her hands Margo fought, landing a sold punch to his abs. Runako barely noticed. The lines of his face were stark, frighteningly so, as he forced her to lie back. Margo’s arms shook with effort as she tried to pull them in to her chest. Runako offered no quarter, no mercy. He forced her arms up and out, then chained them in place.
“You’re mine.”
Chapter Eleven
The tension gnawing at his gut eased when she was chained down.
Margo’s head was whipping side to side as she stared in disbelief at her bonds. He was offended that she looked so surprised. Clearly she’d forgotten she was his prisoner, otherwise she wouldn’t be shocked at being treated like one.
“Runako, honey, you need to unchain me,” Margo said, turning to him with a calm smile.
He blinked at her suddenly calm manner and tone. If she’d grown used to the chains he might have to put her in the cage to remind her of her status. Margo’s calm smile faded into a snarl.
“Let me go!”
Much better. “No. You are mine.”
“My friends are going to be wondering where I am. They’re going to call the cops. You’ll be in trouble with the police. You don’t want that.”
He shrugged. He didn’t, but he also didn’t think that her friends would call the police. After all, he’d stated his intention to kidnap her in front of Jane. Though, when he’d last seen Jane, Michael had been carrying her into a bedroom. Perhaps Michael and Jane had not yet stopped having sex long enough for Jane to relay Margo’s whereabouts.
If that were the case her friends would have reason to fear, and he did not want that.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, heading for the other cave. Grabbing the satellite phone Michael had insisted he get, Runako dialed the only number he knew. On the third ring Michael picked up.
“Hello.”
“Hello,” Runako said, in their language rather than human English. Michael replied in the same.
“Runako, where are you?”
“I’m in the Captive Caves,” he replied, surprised Michael didn’t know. “I told you that is what I would do.”
“And you have Margo with you?”
“Yes. You’re the one who suggested it.”
“Er, yeah, about that…”
“Were the others concerned as to her whereabouts?”
“Yeah they were. Hold on I think Lena’s here. She’ll want to talk to you.”
“Wait, I don’t want to talk to—”
“Runako?” a female voice asked.
“Hello, Lena,” he said in English, resigned.
“You have Margo? Is she okay?”
“She is fine.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes.”
“In that case,” Lena took a deep breath. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? We’ve been freaking out. You’ve got a lot of nerve. I’m assuming you’re sleeping together, after all Margo did put dibs on you, but you can’t just drop off radar like that.”
Strangely, Lena didn’t seem that angry that he’d kidnapped Margo and was keeping her prisoner. She seemed more angry about their failing to contact her. And something she’d said made him curious.
“Dibs? Margo put dibs on me.”
“Didn’t she tell you? Yeah she put dibs on you. Right after you turned into a human for the first time. You and Luke had just been fighting like crazy, but as soon as you turned into a human, a very attractive one, she put dibs on you.”
“What does dibs mean?”
“It means she, um, claimed you. She was telling the rest of us that she wanted you so we couldn’t make a play at you.”
“She did this when she first saw me?”
“Yep, back when you were the bad guy. Margo knows what she likes.”
Runako plopped down on the couch and considered this new information. It was startling and flattering that Margo had wanted him from the start.
“Can you put Margo on the phone? We’ve got a meeting next Wednesday with some potential money people, and I need to know what she did with the latest draft of the budget. I mean it’s Friday now so I’m assuming the two of you are going to hang out all weekend, but I need to at least look at those numbers today. I’ll follow up with her on Monday in the office.”
“Er…”
Runako was beginning to suspect that Lena was not fully aware of what was going on. Nevertheless he took the phone in to Margo.
Margo was fuming. Her cheeks were red from her struggles and he could see red marks around her wrists where she’d pulled against on the chains.
“Lena would like to talk to you,” he said holding the phone up to her ear and bending close to her head so he too could hear. Margo lunged up, crocodile like, teeth snapping. Runako jerked his head back a critical two inches.
“Hey, Margo,” came Lena’s voice through the phone. “Sweetie, can you tell me where the budget—”
“Get me out of here!” Margo yelled at the phone.
“Uh, what?” Lena asked.
“What do you mean ‘what’? I get kidnapped, and you want to know about budgets? How about rescue, could a girl get a freaking rescue?”
“Kidnapped? What? You’re not at your house?”
“No I’m not. I’m in a freaking cave. I’m chained to a sacrificial altar in a cave!”
“What? WHAT?”
“Exactly. Thank you.”
Runako pulled the phone away from Margo, who continued to shout at it. “She was, uh, joking,” he said.
“Runako what’s going on? Where are you?”
“I brought Margo to the Captive Caves.”
“Captive? You did kidnap her?”
“Um. It was Michael’s idea.”
“Michael’s idea? Michael!” Runako heard the sound of Lena’s footsteps, then Michael’s voice raised in a yelp of surprise.
“What’s going on?” Lena demanded. Runako held his breath and hoped she was talking to Michael.
“Er…” came Michael’s faint reply.
“Runako said it was your idea,” Lena said.
Michael called Runako an asshole in their language, so Lena couldn’t understand. Runako smiled, then attempted a move he’d learned from watching the TV show Entourage.
“You’re breaking up. I’m going under a tunnel. By
e.” He hung up.
He wasn’t really sure how that had gone, but there wasn’t time to worry about it now. He had a pissed-off naked woman to deal with.
Margo fumed.
It was surprising how warm anger could make a person. After only a few minutes she wasn’t cold anymore. She had strained to hear Runako’s ongoing conversation with Lena. She had been a bit pissed at her friend for her utter lack of concern. Though that was very Lena to have put business first.
Before she could work herself up to being truly pissed at her friends, Margo reminded herself that it had sounded like they’d thought she was at home.
She rolled her head, trying to work out the kink in her neck, and screamed when she saw Runako staring down at her. He was really quiet when he wanted to be.
“Where’s the phone? I want to talk to Lena again.”
“No.”
“I want to talk to Lena.”
“Again. No.”
“You are completely infuriating. The last thing I want to do right now is have sex with you, so you can just get that out of your head.”
Runako huffed out a sigh and sat beside her hip.
“It appears that I will have to return you—”
“Damn right.”
“—on Monday.”
“Monday? What day is it now? Is it still Thursday?”
“No it is Friday. That means I only have two more days to enjoy you.”
“First, why couldn’t we have sex on a bed in L.A.? Though right now I want to punch you in the face more than I want to date you. Second, you don’t know my friends. I’m betting they show up here to rescue me.”
Runako frowned in displeasure at that. “I hope not. I think they are well distracted. I told Lena that the caves were Michael’s idea, and that he was the one who told me to bring you here.”
What had he just said?
“Michael told you to bring me here?” she asked.
“Yes. I told you this before.”
“No, you told me that you prepped the cave for Michael, and that when you found out he didn’t need it, you decided to bring me here.”
“That is correct.”
“No it’s not. You neglected to mention that Michael told you to bring me, me specifically. I asked if I was just some random pick out of the other girls, and you said that you’d picked me, me. But you didn’t pick me. Michael told you to get me. You told the truth when you said it wasn’t random, but it wasn’t your choice.”
“Margo—”
“What if he’d told you to go get Akta or Cali? It was never me, never me.”
“That is not—”
“Go to hell.”
“Listen to me, woman.”
“I want nothing to do with you. Nothing.”
Her words hit him like physical blows. Runako found that he was shaking with rage. She was stubborn, stupid and blind to her own worth. She was determined to devalue herself.
Runako jumped onto the altar, his movement’s tight as he fought to control his anger. Margo sucked in a little breath, and he could smell her fear. Runako knelt, his legs on either side of her chest, and grabbed her face in his hands. His fingers pressed hard against her skull.
“Listen to me, woman. Michael suggested you because he knew you were the human I found attractive. Though I tried to keep my attraction secret, he knew. You are not the human I find the most attractive out of the group, you are the only one I find attractive.
“Humans…humans have done me a great hurt and I wanted nothing to do with them. But you, you I want so much that what I feel for you is more than my anger.”
He shook his head, not sure if he was making sense, but hoping she understood.
“You are the only human woman I will ever touch. I can promise you that, because I could never want another human woman as I want you.”
He finished with a snap of teeth. Every word he’d said was true, but she was so stubborn he was not sure she would hear.
Margo’s eyes were soft at the corners, and when she blinked tears rolled from each eye to pool against his hands where he held her face.
“Runako. I…I just…” She shook her head, and there were no words.
He needed to touch her, and she needed to be touched, but his frustration with her rolled through his body like a slow fire.
“You frustrate me,” he growled. “I can’t be gentle with you, not now.”
Her eyes went wide, and then she nodded.
He grabbed her lower jaw in one hand, held her head, and kissed her puckered lips. When she tried to return the kiss he pulled away. He would accept nothing from her but her utter submission.
“You are mine,” he growled, “and you will obey.”
He didn’t wait for her to agree. He released her face and undid the cuffs. She lay still once they were off, not daring to move. Her obedience made him want to be harder on her, rather than softening his need.
“On your hands and knees,” he growled, “you need to be punished.”
She didn’t ask what she needed to be punished for, and he was glad, because he didn’t have an answer. Perhaps he felt this need because she was so stubborn, or because she was so blind to her worth. Or maybe he needed to punish her because she made him feel things he didn’t want to feel for a human woman.
With a hand at the back of her neck he forced her upper body down, until her forehead rested against the stone. Relenting slightly he shoved the blanket at her, allowing her to place a folded bit of fabric under her forehead.
He smoothed his hand along her spine, pushing on her back until it was deeply curved, offering her ass up.
He legs were more closed than he would like, but he would leave it. Later, when he spanked her pussy, he would force her legs open.
He walked around her, examining her from every angle. He stopped at her ass and ran his hands up her thighs, then squeezed her fleshy ass. Stepping to the side he positioned himself, raised his hand, and brought it down on her ass.
The first blow was soft, a way for him to check that she was correctly positioned and ready for what he was about to do to her. The blow rocked her forward slightly, but she took the force of it on her elbows.
“You need to be punished.”
Runako raised his hand.
The second spank was much harder than the first. Margo bit back a yelp as pain tingled across her left butt cheek. These weren’t friendly little play taps.
He spanked her right ass cheek, the crack echoing off the cold stone walls.
Margo moaned and bit the inside of her cheek as the spanking continued. Soon the pain in her ass was constant, each blow increasingly painful. She tried to hold still, but she couldn’t. He was hurting her, spanking her, punishing her.
He’d kidnapped her to this dark place, kept her chained up, and was now spanking her.
He rubbed his hand over her aching ass, and when he spoke his voice was a low gravely growl, barely human.
“You’re a bad girl. You need to be punished.”
Margo nodded frantically while tears pooled in her eyes.
Smack. Margo sobbed, unable to keep quiet any longer. “Ouch, ouch it hurts. It hurts when you spank me.”
“I want it to hurt,” he growled. “You’re being punished.”
Smack.
“Oh God, oh yes.”
Runako shoved her knees apart, her skin scraping over the stone, but it all fed into the same place the pain from the spankings had gone. He pinched the top of her sex, the soft mound yielding under his dark fingers.
He brought his hand up between her legs and spanked her mound. Margo gasped and jerked. The skin was soft, sensitive, and the pain immediate, but the jiggling cause by the blow radiated to her clit, and her already terribly aroused body wanted more of his treatment.
He spanked her sex, hard short blows landing one after another. Margo’s mind was a haze of pain and pleasure. It was a place of pure feeling, no thinking.
Runako slid two fingers into her sex, whi
ch tightened around them. He pulled his fingers free and scissored them around her clit, then pushed them back into her sex. He repeated this several times, working in a rhythm, so that she knew when to expect penetration and when to expect strokes to her clit.
He pulled his fingers from her, rubbed her clit, and then slid them up to her ass. Margo was shocked from the haze of pleasure that would have surely led to orgasm as he positioned his fingers against her anus.
She took a deep breath and tensed. Runako spanked her left ass cheek, hard enough to make her yelp. A second later she felt his fingers breeching her anus, forcing it open two fingers wide.
Margo cried out and leaned forward, trying to get away from the invading fingers.
“No,” Runako growled, spanking her again and then grabbing her hip, holding her in place. “You will take this.”
“It hurts.”
“Good.”
Margo nearly came then. He was powerful, masterful. She couldn’t tell where pleasure crossed into pain, she couldn’t have named what it was she wanted. What she did know is that what he did to her, whatever he did to her, was what she wanted. There was no negotiating with him, no instructing needed. She was his, to do with as he pleased.
His fingers were in her ass to the knuckle. He pulled them out a bit, then forced them all the way in, Margo panting and whimpering all the while.
Runako grunted in satisfaction. “Your ass looks good spanked and stuffed.”
“Please,” Margo said, not sure what she was asking for.
He pulled his fingers from her ass. “Stay here.”
Margo nodded, her forehead sliding against the blanket.
What are you doing? Are you insane? This is crazy, fucked up sex. This is XXX stuff. Sex is supposed to be fun, silly, romantic, not—
Runako slapped her ass, and Margo lurched. She’d been so lost in her own thoughts she hadn’t heard him return.
“Turn over, sit up.”
Margo rolled, hissing as her bruised ass came in contact with the rough stone. The cold felt good against her ass.
“Do you know what these are?” Margo looked at the things Runako held in his freshly washed hand. She must be hallucinating. Either that or he was holding decorative tapers.
