Runestone

Gotland Island, Sweden

Lars woke from a deep and blissful sleep. His mate would be sore this morning. He’d ridden her hard most of the night, only allowing her to rest as his cock recovered. Unfortunately for her, it hadn’t taken it long. It seemed his cock was determined to get as much pussy as it could while they were in seclusion. It wasn’t that Rhys minded, he just knew he could be a lot to take, and he taken her repeatedly all night long.

He stretched and tried to bring his arms down, but they wouldn’t move. As he came awake, he realized neither would his legs. He tugged with each of his limbs. He was tied spread-eagled to their bed.

“So, the great Winter Tiger is awake, is he?” she purred.

“Not funny, Rhys. Untie me.”

“No, I don’t think I will. You do realize you’re hung like a fucking stallion, right? And that my pussy is only so big.”

“Yes, and it fits my cock perfectly, but you’ve made your point. Untie me,” he growled.

Rhys smiled seductively as she rose from the chair and came to the side of their bed. “You look so cute all tied down and vulnerable. And look who wants to play some more,” she said running her finger along the underside of his dick, which was fully exposed as he was completely aroused.

She crawled up onto the bed, grinning like the proverbial Cheshire Cat. God, she was magnificent. She was incredibly beautiful and glorious in her seductiveness. She threw one leg over him, and he growled. Rhys was not allowed to be on top and she damn well knew it.

“Unless you are of a mind to spend the rest of our seclusion with a tender backside, you will stop, untie me, and sink to your knees to suck my cock.”

“Hmm, I rather think, my mate, that you are in no position to threaten me. It isn’t that I mind you being on top—in fact, I rather prefer it that way. And when you mount me from behind…” she sighed, “… there is nothing more glorious, but this bullshit idea that I am never going to ride you is just that—complete and utter bullshit.”

Leaning over, she trailed kisses all along his jaw as she adjusted her body so that as she rolled up onto her knees, she was in the perfect position to impale herself on his achingly hard dick. She might get away with this, but she would pay. The heat of her own arousal was the sweet scent that filled his nostrils as she poised over him.

“I’m going to ride you until you come and fill me to overflowing.”

Moving her hips, her sex barely grazed his cock, which was throbbing with need. Rhys moved over his body, whispering along his skin so that he groaned with frustration as he reveled in the blissful frustration she seemed to be intent on delivering.

“Get on with it or untie me. If you keep teasing me, I will spank you right before I fuck you into oblivion.”

“Hmmm…. Spending infinity with your cock up my cunt doesn’t seem like such a bad thing.”

She was having far too much fun, swirling her pussy just over his cock. Time to remind her who was tiger and who was tigress. Lars jerked on the ropes, cracking the top two posters of their four-poster bed and grabbing her hips in his hands. He jerked her body downward as he thrust up and was rewarded when she cried out not in pain, but in sheer ecstasy as she climaxed simply from his less than tender possession.

Lars began dictating the action, lifting her up and then pounding into her each time he brought her back down again. Rhys grabbed his wrists, but her head was thrown back, and her pussy trembled as he worked her up and down his hard staff. She was the most seductive, beautiful, and glorious thing he’d ever seen, and she belonged to him.

“Lars, please,” she moaned as her entire body shuddered.

Taking hold of her and holding her tight against his body, he removed the ropes from all four limbs, tossing away the broken bed posts. He flipped her onto her back, guiding her legs up around his waist. That was better. Now he could pound into her and take his fill. He knew he wouldn’t last long, but he didn’t care, he’d already made her come twice and her pussy was beginning to spasm in a way that told him she wasn’t far off from coming again.

Over and over, he thrust into her, until she clutched at his back, her nails raking his skin. A few more and he slammed into her, launching himself over the abyss, his body replete with pleasure. He collapsed on her, allowing her to take his full weight. She didn’t try to push him off, just wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.

They lay locked together in love’s most intimate embrace until they were both fast asleep. When he came to his senses, he withdrew gently from her body and pulled her close, his hand stroking down her spine until he cupped her ass.

“Sleep while you can, Skönhet. I intend to take all that is mine this night.”

She giggled, the sound muffled by his chest, as her love for him flowed down the tether.

“I would expect no less from the Winter Tiger.”