Page 71 of Knots About You
‘You win,’ she panted, already moaning as I rolled my fingers against her heat. ‘I’m all yours, Owen. Nowruinme.’
‘Nasty girl.’
‘Not nearly nasty enough yet.’
She made a noise that melted my bones. The caveman in me couldn’t be tamed, and I hauled her up and over my shoulder like she weighed nothing. She squealed and laughed.
‘Put me down.’
‘No.’
‘You absolute?—’
I slapped her arse hard enough to make her whimper, and she went quiet, her complaint turning into a sordid little moan.
‘You weren’t supposed to like that…’
‘Oh, but I did.’ She wriggled against my shoulder, and I grinned.
I spanked her once more, harder. She yelped before melting against me.
I carried her between the rows of casks to one of the display barrels. It lay on its side, set firmly into a brace which stopped it from rolling away. I flopped her down onto it, stomach breaching the topmost curve, arms on one side and legs on the other. I worked quickly to loop the rope around wrists and ankles, yanking them wide. Securing them to the brace took a minute, but Claire lay there wide-eyed and intrigued.
Standing back to admire my handiwork, I grinned. Ass up, stomach over the barrel, smoothed from years of being touched before it was retired to display only.
‘My, my. Not so mouthy now, are you, Claire?’
Pressing my hand into her red locks, I tipped her head and crouched before kissing her until her breath hitched.
‘You made a mistake,’ she said, molten. ‘Sir.’
I huffed a laugh that wasn’t steady at all. ‘Oh really, Brat, and what’s that?’
‘You forgot to take my clothes off before tying me up.’
That was no mistake.
I took my time tolookfirst. Circling her and brushing my hands over her. She grew tense and demanding the longer I took.
‘Maybe I’ll just use that smart mouth and leave you tied like this for everyone to discover in the morning.’
‘You wouldn’t da?—’
I pulled my kilt up and filled her mouth as she spoke. Not sweetly. I pressed my hard dick deep until her body heaved against the barrel.
‘That’s it… there… fuck, you’re such a good girl.’
She gagged, sending a rope of saliva dripping between us. It only drove me to thrust deeper. To press and press until she gagged on my thickness. It was a fucking beautiful sight.
‘Take it… fuck,that sound… swallow it for me, darling…’
Claire sucked like she needed to taste me. Bratted, too, pulling her mouth away and grinning when I groaned.
But I didn’t want to come, not yet. Not until I’d written my obsession with her over her skin with my tongue until she forgot her own name.
‘Owen,’ she gasped when I pulled back and walked around her. I grabbed a shears on my way past the utility desk. ‘Please, I need you.’
‘All you have to do isbeg,’ I said, fitting the shears against her dress.
