Rune by H.D. March Page B

when he tweaked her nipple, pinching down hard.
    “Oh God!” Jess arched into his hand. Beneath his black leather trousers, a huge bulge appeared. Her hand moved and she palmed it, caressing. Rune’s fingers clamped her wrist.
    “Jessalyn, I haven’t given you permission to touch me.”
    “Please?”
    “No, this is going to be all about you, what I give.” He took her hand and led her to the play room.
    Rune paused before the cross of St. Andrews. He turned her so she faced him, her back against it. Taking her wrist, he manacled her and, reaching down to her ankles, repeated the process.
    “Are you sure you’re up to this?” Yet he continued to clip the cuffs in place.
    “My leg’s fine, I can’t feel a thing now.” The words tumbled out, please, Rune, don’t back out now, just fuck me.
    “Good.” A ghost of a smile creased his lips. He stood back and flicked the button of his trousers, sliding them down to pool on the floor.
    Jess forgot to breathe, her interest lay on his beautiful erection. It pleased her that he wore no pants, and it was pretty obvious he wanted her with the same driving need. Her whole body shivered in anticipation. She followed his steps to the large walnut cabinet, intrigued when he turned to the small freezer, and delved inside. A shudder broke over her at the wicked wink he gave on his return.
    Jess jumped at the ice cube that chilled her nipples, a scream of shock broke out of her throat when a nipple clamp hugged it. The short shaft of pain mellowed into a purr which in turn sent hot alert signals to her clit that was pounding, performing a drum solo. He repeated the action and hooked another one. This time she was ready for the delicious tingle, and welcomed it.
    With a slow teasing touch, his fingers teased over her body, across every inch; his palm stroked her stomach and he snatched at the thong, tearing it. The black material fluttered to the floor, Jess sucked in a sharp breath when his fingers rubbed between her legs.
    Her body arched back.
    “Please, Rune, I need you now.”
    “Not yet, Jessalyn, you need to be taught a lesson; you’re not a very obedient sub are you?” He raised his hand, and licked across his fingers. “Have you forgotten?”
    “No, er, sir?” She tried to think, to keep focussed, but at each touch, every action, he sent a squall of heady emotions ram raiding through her.
    “That’s better, Jess.” He leaned forward and pressed small kisses across her throat, following them with a long lick. “You remember your safe word?”
    Fuck, what is it? She wished she had a good memory. And nodded in silence, praying he wouldn’t ask what it was.
    “I’m waiting.”
    Oh bollocks! “It’s, it’s, oh God, I’ll remember it now.”
    He shook his head, the despair clear on his face. “I’ll give you a clue, the name of my club?”
    “Caprice!” she yelled with relief.
    “Well done.” His sarcasm dripped over her.
    With a bone-mushing intensity, he traced her lips with his finger; curling his hands over her face, he leisurely kissed her. His tongue searched out her mouth, he seized, demanding, whilst his heavy erection pressed into her stomach.
    Jess groaned in despair when he moved back. Please, Rune, I need you now, dammit. Picking up a long feather, Rune dusted it over her body; the sweet tingle swept down her arms across her stomach and further. He knelt before her and Jess closed her eyes, the blood roaring through each pulsing vein electric, the fact she couldn’t reach out, to touch him intensified with each stroke. She bit down on her lip when his mouth replaced the feather, and he nipped and laved his way up the inside of her thighs.
    Again, she arched into him, hoping he would feed off her throbbing mound. Instead he bypassed her pussy and stood before her. With a flick of his wrists, he freed a nipple clamp, and she shrieked at the shocking blast of pleasure that burst over her.
    “Rune, please, I’m going to come, I have to, er,