London Bound (15 page)

She gave a slight shake of her head, her cheek sliding slickly against the table. “I can’t... It’s too...too much...” Her voice broke on a sob. “I’m s-s-so-orry.”

“You can,” he assured her. “You will. You’re going to finish your punishment like a good girl—
my
good girl—and then I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to bury myself in you. In that sweet cunt that is so drenched my cock is going to
drown
in your cream.”

He bit back his smirk as her mouth opened farther, her breaths escaping in harsh pants now, moisture fogging the glossy surface she rested on. Despite her clear exhaustion and oversensitivity, her hips began canting forward again, grinding her clit against the vibe.

“You’ll be so worn out, you’ll hardly be able to move, but that’s all right. I don’t need you to. I’m just going to fuck into you again and again until I explode. I’m going to use you, take my pleasure, because I can. Because you’re mine. And you,” Nathan rose and bent over her, his mouth hovering over her ear, “you are going to take it because I said so. Because it pleases me.”

Her entire body stiffened, and the quick, stuttered cries falling from her lips nearly made him burst in his pants like a bloody child. He widened his stance, and...fuck, fuck,
fuck
, he could
hear
the wet, squelching sound of her release. Closing his eyes, he shifted, draping over her, finally allowing more than just the barest of touches between them as he reached down to switch off the vibrator.

“And that’s six. Good girl.” He nuzzled the soft skin behind her ear. “You did so well, love. So fucking well.”

“Thank you, Sir. Thank you,” she whispered, words slightly slurred, breathing harsh but slower than before.

Resting his forehead against her temple, he smoothed a palm up and down her back. Not only to give her a moment to calm down but to rein in the driving desire to simply maneuver her into position and take her. Fuck, how he wanted that, but there were things to do first. Plans to see through.

He kissed her cheek and straightened, letting his fingers dance up her back to rest on her nape. “Stand up, love.”

She huffed and lifted a hand, only for it to drop weakly. “Your prediction earlier? About my not being able to move? Spot on.”

Chuckling, he bent to wrap an arm around her waist. She groaned and allowed him to help her up then leaned heavily against him. “Come on,” he said, guiding her around the chair, which was positively drenched with her juices, toward the bedroom. “I’ve another gift for you.”

“Tell my children I love them,” she mumbled, her head falling to his shoulder.

“Hmm?” He tightened his grip when she stumbled slightly.

“Surely going to be dead by morning if you keep giving me gifts.”

He laughed, the sound echoing through the dark bedroom. Without bothering to turn on the light, he continued to support her as he led her through to the bathroom. There, he flicked the switch, and Meg immediately cringed at the sudden brightness. Her expression fell even more when she looked into the large mirror above the sink.

Pulling her around to stand in front of him, he immediately crowded her, pressed against her. Winding his arms around her, he settled his hands on her body—one cupped between her legs, the other on her throat.

“Stop frowning,” he whispered.

Her pulse jumped beneath his fingers, and her breasts pushed against his forearms as she inhaled deeply. Her questioning gaze met his in the mirror.

“Look,” he nodded toward her reflection, “and tell me what you see.”

“A mess,” she said without hesitation, swiping at the makeup-tinged tear tracks on her face. She sagged back heavily, and he smiled at the trust she had that he’d hold her up.

“Beautiful.” Nathan slid his hand up to grip her chin, to keep her looking at herself when she would have turned her head. “Stunning.” Pressing the heel of his hand hard on her mound, he ground his cock against her arse. “
Mine
.”

Her lips trembled, and she blinked rapidly, tears clinging to her lashes. He released her chin and, his other arm around her waist again, reached for the handle of one of the drawers beneath the sink. Her questioning look morphed into one of heat and desperation when she saw what he pulled from inside.

Nathan dragged the band of leather over her quivering belly, up between her breasts, nudging her gently until she stood straight and supported her own weight. Bringing both hands up, he fastened the simple collar around her neck then teased his fingers along the edge. Took in the contrasts—the stiffness of the leather and the softness of her skin, the inky black of the collar against the paleness of her complexion.

He bent and mouthed along the curve of her shoulder, breathing heavily and more overwhelmed by the sight of Meg in a collar—a collar he put on her—than he cared to admit, even to himself.

Turning his head, he kissed her jaw. “You’re mine, and this,” he grazed the leather again with a fingertip, “will remind you of that. When you see it, feel the weight of it as I take you, you’ll remember you belong to me.”

His cock jerked against her when she lifted her hand to touch his and whispered, “I know I do. I won’t...I won’t forget again.”

He spun her to face him and lifted her onto the counter next to the sink. Stepping between her legs, he smirked. “I won’t let you.”

As he undid his belt and worked to unbutton and unzip his pants, Meg rested back against the mirror, eyes half-mast but on his movements. A happy hum rumbled from her when he shoved his trousers and shorts down his thighs and rummaged through the open drawer for a condom.

Once his erection was sheathed, he gripped her hips and tugged her to the edge of the vanity. She yelped and quickly braced herself with her hands behind her and wrapped her legs around him. Nathan’s fingers dug into her flesh as the head of his cock slid inside her swollen, glistening pussy.

“Who do you belong to?” he ground out between clenched teeth.

Her head dropped back, and she swallowed, throat moving against the leather band marking her as his, and his alone.

“You,” she whimpered then her scream echoed through the small room as he pushed forward, burying himself inside her.

He stilled for a moment, just one blessed moment, to revel in the incredible snugness surrounding him and the fact he could feel her cream coating his length, even with the barrier between them. Then, he moved, driving into her forcefully, taking her, using her for his pleasure just as he promised her he would.

When her eyes slid shut, he let go of one of her hips and gripped her chin tightly again. She gasped as her gaze found his.

“Look at me,” he ordered, not slowing the pace he’d set. “Keep your eyes on me.”

He nearly lost it, his thrusts stuttering, when her muscles rippled around him. He dragged his palm from her hip to her pussy. Her cry was half pain, half pleasure when he roughly circled her pulsing clit with his thumb, setting off another wave of contractions squeezing his cock.

“Are you going to come for me again, love?” He continued to work the nub relentlessly as he fucked her. “Even after all those times before, you can’t help it, can you? It wouldn’t matter if you’d been forced to orgasm all day, would it? My cock in your cunt, and you’re creaming yourself around me.
For me
.”

“N-n-nathan, please.”

“Tell me, again. I need to hear it.” He hooked his fingers around the collar, pulling just a little. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” she cried, back arching as she tried to push into his hard and fast strokes. “I’m yours.”

“Then, give me what is mine. Come for me,
again
.” Pulling harder, he yanked her up to claim her mouth as he claimed the rest of her, claimed
everything
she was.

He swallowed her sob as her body convulsed against him, around him. His balls grew tight and heavy, and his head swam as pure burning ecstasy swelled inside and threatened to consume him. Wrenching his mouth from hers, he released her and pulled from the sweetness of her body.

Her grunt of protest died when he stripped off the condom and began stroking his cock hard and fast. Nathan couldn’t explain the desire riding him right now, but the need to see Meg splayed out before him in nothing but his collar, covered with his seed overwhelmed. So much so he couldn’t stop trembling at the thought of it.

Her gaze was still on him, through her face was damp and shiny with more tears and sweat, and a flush was bright and high on her makeup-smudged cheeks.

“Christ, you’re...so...bloody...beautiful.” With a groan, he jerked within his grasp and painted his gorgeous girl with streams of come. He braced his other hand on her hip as darkness edged his vision. “Fuck.”

When he could focus again, when he was breathing somewhat normally, he found Meg staring at him still. He dragged his fingers through the sticky mess on her stomach and breasts then smeared what he’d gathered over her lips.

“Beautiful,” he said again, cock twitching when she sucked the digits clean then licked her lips.

Her eyes drifted shut, but her mouth curved into a small, satisfied smile. Nathan forced himself to move. First leaning to the side to turn the shower on, he then pulled a flannel from another of the vanity drawers and wet it in the sink. After wringing out the fabric, he gently wiped Meg’s face, removing any traces of makeup. She squirmed, laughing softly, when he ran the cloth over her torso.

He dropped the flannel into the hamper before quickly removing his clothes, then her collar. He placed it in the drawer carefully and shut it.

“Come on. Into the shower.” He helped a pliant, agreeable Meg off the counter and under the spray of warm water.

She smiled at him as she leaned sleepily against the tile. Together, they moved languidly, washing their hair, running soapy hands over each other, kissing newly cleaned skin. They stood, wrapped around each other, until the water ran cool. Nathan turned off the flow and got out, pulling Meg behind him. They toweled off before going into the bedroom, Meg laughing breathlessly as she staggered slightly.

“Do I even need to ask? Food or sleep?” he teased, leading her into to the bed and pulling the covers down.

“Sleep
then
food.” She crawled onto the mattress and flopped onto her back.

He drew the blankets over her and dropped a kiss on her forehead. “Sleep well, love,” he murmured, intending to put supper away and clean up before stretching out beside her.

“Nathan?” Her small voice curled around him as she grabbed his wrist.

“What is it? Do you need something?”

“Just you.” In the light filtering in from the bathroom, he could see her trying to keep her eyes open. “Could you...” She wet her lips. “Would you just stay with me? Please.”

Warmth and contentment rocketed through him, settled in his chest. He brought her hand to his mouth, kissed her palm, before climbing into bed beside her.

“Thank you,” she whispered as he drew her to his side, into his embrace. “I’m sorry. I just don’t want to be without yo— I don’t want to be alone right now.”

“No apologies, love.” He brushed the damp hair from her face as she rested her head on his chest. “Not for this.
Never
for this.”

Before long, her breathing even out, and her muscles went lax. Still, Nathan didn’t move. Even though he could think of many things he could be, and probably
should be
, doing, he couldn’t bring himself to leave the bed, to let go of Meg. Not when he knew that, soon enough, he’d have to let her go for good.

“T
hought you were going to bring your pretty lady with you today?”

Nathan shook his head as Jack slid into the booth across from him, a pint in each hand. After they’d both taken long drinks, Nathan sighed and set the glass down.

“She had plans.”

“She’s had plans the last several weeks,” Jack pointed out then put his hand over his heart dramatically. “Do you think she’s avoiding
me
?”

“Yes, because it’s all about you, mate. As always.” He scrubbed a hand down his face and slumped back, groaning as his muscles protested.

The footie game earlier had taken its toll, and Nathan longed to go home and let the shower wash away his aches. If it’d been the entire crew going out, he’d have bowed out, but it was just Jack, and honestly, Nathan didn’t particularly want to head back to an empty flat. He’d gotten too used to coming home to Meg.

“What’d she have going on?” Jack asked curiously. “Why the hell are you sitting here with me in the pub instead of spending time with her?”

“She took the train down to Bath for the day and won’t be home until late.”

His friend laughed and shook his head. “Again...why aren’t you with
her
? The guys would have understood if you ditched for one fucking week. Would’ve given you enormous amounts of grief about it, but we’d’ve understood.”

“We’ve been spending enormous amounts of time together; she’s on holiday and deserves some time to herself.”

“Does she now?” Jack cocked his head to the side. “Is that her wanting some time or you wanting some time?”

Nathan rolled his eyes and set his attention on draining his glass. Jack flopped back slightly on the bench, a huge shit-eating grin creasing his face.

“You’re falling for her.”

“Fuck off.”

“You are!” His expression quickly fell. “What’s bothering you about that? Too fast? Don’t you think she’s feeling the same way? Has she said she’s not? Done something that makes you think she’s—”

“For Christ’s sake, Jack, shut it!” He sighed heavily. “I’m going to get another.”

Jack stopped him with a hand on his arm before he could get up. “Told you, today’s on me. Be right back.”

With a clap on Nathan’s shoulder, he pushed his way through the crowd to the bar. Nathan tiredly dragged a palm over his face again. Fuck Jack being a perceptive little shit. He should have known his friend would zero in on the one thing Nathan didn’t want to talk about. What he didn’t feel ready to talk about. Hell, he didn’t feel ready to
think
about, not full on anyhow. His feelings for Meg, the depth of them, had been dancing along the edges of his mind for some time now, but he’d gotten quite adept at ignoring them in favor of simply enjoying what he and Meg had...temporarily. And that, that right there was what he needed to keep first and foremost in his thoughts. This was temporary. Soon, she’d be heading back home, and that would be the end of it.