Running Wild

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.