Rough hands squeezed at my thighs and ass to keep me in place as Rathal lurched into a sprint, darting through the maze with single minded intention.
“Rathal, where the hell are you taking me?” I yelled between grunts of air.
Let me tell you what, riding on someone's shoulders is not comfortable. Every bounce rams their shoulder into your gut and it's all you can do not to puke all over them.
“Rathal!”
A hard slap to my bare ass had me jerking upwards with a squawk at the sting.
“Quiet. You’ll know when we get there,” he answered with a growl. His voice was marbled and rough and it sent a sharp lance of electric heat straight through me.
He sounded feral.
Wild.
Unhinged.
If I could have kicked my feet I would have. Oh, god. I was in for such a wild ride.
He skidded to a stop finally, and I strained to see around him, bracing up on my elbow to see under his arm.
We were in the center of the maze. I knew because it looked exactly how I pictured the center of a maze to look. We were in a grassy square with a bubbling fountain on one end, and a gray stone pavilion on the other.
Rathal approached the pavilion, jerking to halt just before it to pull me off his shoulder and tossing me down onto soft cushions.
I bounced once on the pillows and then Rathal was on me.
His hot body pressed me down.
“Tell me to stop and we stop. Understood?”
I stared wide eyed up at him and nodded.
“Good,” he said, and then I was being flipped and maneuvered onto all fours.
A rough palm stroked up my back to press down on my shoulders so that my ass was in the air and then his hand left me only to return with its mate to spread my pussy lips apart so that a hot mouth could press against me.I sucked in a sharp breath when Rathal growled into my skin before lifting his head away.
“Whatever it was you used to block your scent from me is going to earn you a spanking, wife. It's unacceptable.”
My thighs shook and I clenched on emptiness at his statement. Wetness gathered and dripped to the cushions below me and Rathal chuckled.
“Like that do you? Well, we shall see about that.”
The first strike took me completely by surprise. It stung like the devil, my right cheek growing hot from the impact, but motherfucker did it make me squirm for more. Goosebumps rose and spread and I arched my back, moaning into the next smack as it fell onto my left cheek.
“Fuck. Callie. You are a sight to behold. I should have brought restraints. Trussing you up like the prize you are would have truly taken this over the edge.”
I whimpered into the pillows, biting down on one to keep myself from begging.
Smack.
“No matter. We will just have to make do with what we have, won’t we?”
Smack.
I was shaking now, trembling like a leaf as he alternated sides with each strike, soothing the sting for a second and then spanking me again. Iached. I needed him to fuck me so badly tears were tracking down my face. Every inch of my body was on high alert, anticipation crackling through me for the next impact.
Smack.
