Rune by H.D. March

hard, anything not to take his hand and ride it with the abandon that raced through her.
    “What do you feel?” His words drizzled over her, they melted like warm honey. Sweet and oh so sexy.
    “I, er, I need to…oh God, I need, frigging hell, I want to come, my stomach is crunching, its hurting, and I—” She moaned, thrusting into his fingers that sank in deep, sneaking out to spread their torture over her fanny. “Please, Rune?” She was peaking, on the edge that he’d driven her to, over and over. And now, she needed to take the plunge. And with or without his permission, she’d be taking that leap.
    “Please what?”
    “Sir?” Shit, she’d do a fucking trapeze act if he’d simply let her come, and knew, if he didn’t say the words soon, she’d be off on one long orgasm of delight.
    A crinkle of a grin rolled over his lips. His fingers deepened, adding a third. “Come for me, Jessalyn.”
    At his words, she threw her head back and arched into his driving palm teased by his wicked pulsating fingers. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she continued to thrust into his palm as the most intense orgasmic blast ripped into her. She didn’t know whether it was the tantalising, the tortured almost there then snatched away, or the fact he was good. Yet she was inclined to think the latter. But she’d never ever come so hard.
    Finally, she collapsed back in a post-orgasmic glow. Her chest rasped up and down and she clawed in the oxygen. She dared to peek at him, shock shivered over her, alarmed at the reaction to his hand, Christ knows what she’d do with his cock.
    “You are very responsive, I like that.”
    Well, that was one way of putting it, she decided. She’d emptied herself like a bitch on heat into his palm. Yet now she felt shy about how she’d come under his hand, at his words. Suddenly, Jess remembered her missing phone; she wanted to text Kitty, tell her about her experience.
    “I er, well, where’s my mobile?” she stuttered, not wanting to accuse him of being a thief, but he was the only one to have taken it.
    “Whilst here, you have no contact with the outside world, which is why I removed it.” He stroked a hand over her stomach. “It will be returned when you leave.”
    Rune rose from the bed, towering over her, and clasped her fingers, bringing her to stand before him. “And now, I introduce you to my rock pool.”
    She closed her eyes, she’d heard of the old line about coming up to see the etchings. But hell, this was a new one. Her focus at once dropped to his hips, to the erection she’d felt but neither touched nor seen. And blanched, shit, the man was hung like a frigging stallion. Even though she’d just come, already her pussy perked up in anticipation.
    Jess pulled back and searched for her clothes, something to cover her body.
    Rune shook his head. “We don’t need clothes, Jessalyn, you will learn to relax naked around me.”
    Yeah, in your dreams. And huffed in frustration, it was all right for Mr. Muscles with a bulging six pack to feel comfortable. Yet with her sagging ass and not so flat stomach, she felt at a distinct disadvantage.
    He curved one brow in a singular arch. “Well?”
    Jess gave a snort, already realizing he wouldn’t back down. In silence, she followed. He led her through a door at the rear, which took them out onto a cold stone path. The worn slabs testament to many years of tread. A flurry of lights layered the way. They glimmered and shone across the route lighting over the track.
    Curiously, she glanced around, yet her eyes repeatedly drew back to his firm buttocks, how his wide shoulders tapered into a narrow waist, along with a pair of heavy thighs that bulged. A wicked black and red tattoo with intricate markings trailed around his one thigh; it resembled a Celtic band but slightly different. He was one good-looking, fit bastard, she had to admit. And if he was her introduction into sex, well, what could she say? Can I stay for a week? came to