Page 100 of Thick as Thieves
“You,” she cops out, her voice barely a whisper.
We’re standing, her back to my front, my cock as hard as the steel I work with. Pushing it towards her arse cheeks, she hisses as it seeks out her warmth and I push in, pulling her head back as she stretches out on the restraints.
“Yes, you like them.” I slap her tits and I feel the pull of her pussy. I do it again and again, her contractions grabbing hold of me, our bodies covered in sweat. I hold her and thrust into her relentlessly, talking nonsense, talking love, talking forever, talking, talking, talking, saying things I have never said to anyone.
I pull out, and if I hadn’t tied her hands, I think she might punch me. I pick up a piece of broad, soft leather and slap it against my hands, grinning at her as if the devil has overtaken my soul.
“I think you need to be taught a few lessons.” I’m slapping the leather harder into my hands.
“I’ve done nothing wrong.” Her words are indignant, but her voice is husky, visceral.
“Coming out into the night with no trousers on.”
I swing the strap and it hits her arse cheeks with a snap. She cries out, and then groans.
“Coming out into the night with knickers on.”
I do it again, and again, rubbing the soft leather over her cheeks after every hit, my mind has gone.
“Drinking your drink too erotically.”
I smirk as she laughs gently at that. I can’t think of any other crimes. I’m pure feeling, seeking out the pleasure, taking her with me.
I open her legs further and swing the strap underneath to slap at her pussy. She shouts out, the pleasure in every note. Pulling one of her tits into my mouth, I swing the strap again and again, a little harder each time.
She’s close, her eyes wild, totally black, all pupil. I instruct her to wrap her legs around my waist and I thrust into her fast and hard.
I may be fucking savage, but she’s feral, pushing me further to places I have never been before. Deeper, desperate, she’s holding my body in thrall.
I feel my legs buckle, my mind stutter, and she screams out as I bite down onto her, her pussy owning my cock, holding me hard, tightening the bonds between us. She pulses again and again, the tingle in my balls igniting, and I shout out her name as we set fire to our souls, falling into the white heat of heaven.
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Evie
Devon
It must be morning, it might even be a week later. I’m so dazed, my mind a haze of pleasure. I feel the cold air on my face as he carries me out of the workshop wrapped in Kellen’s coat, no boots—on my feet or his. What a sight we must be to the early risers on the farm and racing yard. He’s managed to put his jeans on, but no T-shirt.
I smile at that. Why not give anyone who wants to look a treat. He is glorious, his body a mass of muscles, moving with elegance, tattoos on show, as well as marks from his wire and me.
“What’s that smile about?” he asks, watching me closely. I just grin even more and shake my head at him. He raises his eyebrows at me. “Do I need to make you tell me?” He smirks. “I’d enjoy it, you know I would.”
I grin at him. “As would I,” I tell him.
He stops, dropping my feet gently to the floor outside the back doors, and I nearly hop back up onto him at the chill on my bare feet.
Pulling the coat closer around me, looking into my eyes, he murmurs “I love you. Don’t leave me again, otherwise it’s a spanking for you on the hour every hour.” He’s kissing me as he talks, his whole body shouting his love out to me. His grin stretching his face, lighting up his amazing blue eyes.
“I won’t. But maybe I’d take the spanking anyway,” I say cheekily.
“Now you’re talking, baby,” he laughs. “That I can sort for you.”
The door opens and Marshall sticks his head out. “Have you seen my boots?” he asks us and looks down at both our bare feet. “You’ll catch your death, get in here. I’m sure I left them at the door last night.” He’s casting about, moving all the shoes in the boot room, completely ignoring the fact we’re stood outside, Xan shirtless and me in a coat only. Thank god for Marshall and his laid back attitude.
“I think I took them to the workshop last night.” I’m blushing. Oops. “I thought they were Kell’s old ones. They had holes in them.” I look at Marshall with exasperation. “Surely we can afford to buy you new boots, Marshall.”
“They’re well worn in midarlin’, like a pair of slippers. I don’t want to send them to the menders and not have them.”
