Gone with the Monster: Monsters in Hollywood, Book 3 Page 7

  They both shuddered when she was fully seated on him.

  Margo braced her hands on the back of the couch, which brought her face close to his. She looked into his eyes as she began to rock her hips. She was barely moving, but it was enough.

  When the eye contact became too much, too intimate, she laid her forehead on his shoulder. Runako wrapped her in his arms, holding their torsos together. They stayed that way for a long time, rocking together. It was comforting sex, intimate sex. Margo sighed in pleasure. She didn’t think she would come this way, there wasn’t enough stimulus, but it was so nice to be held in his arms that she didn’t mind. She could stay like this all night…

  “Enough of this,” he growled for the second time. Margo yelped in surprise as he lifted her off him. She lay back on the couch and reached for him, thinking he wanted to be on top.

  He wanted to be on top, but not like that.

  Runako stood and pulled her up. Before she could ask any questions he’d pulled her to the side of the couch and bent her over the arm. Margo braced her elbows in the cushion and shuddered in arousal. The way he handled her, as if he knew exactly what she wanted, what she needed, was intoxicating.

  Maybe it had nothing to do with her, and what she wanted. Maybe this was all about him and what he wanted. But if what Runako wanted was to bend her over, put her ass in the air and then fuck her that was fine by Margo. They’d had plenty of intimate face-to-face sex, now was the time for fucking.

  Runako’s thumbs pried apart the lips of her sex, holding her open, and in the next breath he was inside her. There’d been no hesitating, no meek positioning. He’d thrust into her, sure and hard.

  Margo yelped and went up on her toes. The sudden deep penetration bordered on painful, which only aroused her more.

  Runako released the lips of her sex, grabbed her hips and fucked her.

  Margo scrambled to brace herself as he bounced in and out of her. Her breasts swung back and forth in time with his fucking, her nipples raking over the couch as they had across the stone.

  “Make yourself come,” he demanded, and Margo reach up and back, between her legs, to touch her clit. Her sex was dripping wet, and her fingers slid eagerly over her clit. She couldn’t find a rhythm, she couldn’t concentrate because of the waves of pleasure his cock tunneling in and out of her brought on, but her fingers bumping over her clit were enough.

  “I’m going to come,” she gasped.

  “Yes, now, I want you to come now.”

  Margo rubbed her clit furiously, Runako slammed his cock into her and she came. Margo screamed in pleasure, biting the couch. Runako jackhammered his cock into her, pushing against orgasm-tight muscles, so that the wave of pleasure refused to break. She rode the crest of her orgasm for ages, panting and gasping, her body vising around his cock.

  With a roar Runako came too.

  He pulled out of her and helped her to stand. The muscles in her legs, and particularly her hips, were stiff. She turned in his arms and laid her head on his chest. Runako stroked her back, and when he stooped and picked her up Margo let him do it.

  “Grab the blanket,” he whispered, and she did, thinking he was going to sit with her on his lap and wrap her in the blanket. Margo closed her eyes, drifting in the rosy cloud of seriously good sex aftermath.

  The closed eyes and general feeling of wellbeing were why she didn’t notice that he’d carried her from the comfortable cave. She didn’t notice until she was set down on cold stone.

  She yelped and sat up. “What are you doing?”

  Runako grabbed her ankle and pulled it to the end of the stone altar. “I’m chaining you up.”

  “Why? Why? I thought we were done with this.”

  “I want you too much. I like you like this, chained, available for my use. In there you are…too comfortable, too powerful.”

  Margo gaped at him, totally stunned by his words. The sense of familiarity that had formed in the other cave, born of his many human-like behaviors, disappeared in a blink. He grabbed her free leg and chained it in place, spreading her legs. When he reached for her hands Margo fought, landing a sold punch to his abs. Runako barely noticed. The lines of his face were stark, frighteningly so, as he forced her to lie back. Margo’s arms shook with effort as she tried to pull them in to her chest. Runako offered no quarter, no mercy. He forced her arms up and out, then chained them in place.

  “You’re mine.”

  Chapter Eleven

  The tension gnawing at his gut eased when she was chained down.

  Margo’s head was whipping side to side as she stared in disbelief at her bonds. He was offended that she looked so surprised. Clearly she’d forgotten she was his prisoner, otherwise she wouldn’t be shocked at being treated like one.

  “Runako, honey, you need to unchain me,” Margo said, turning to him with a calm smile.

  He blinked at her suddenly calm manner and tone. If she’d grown used to the chains he might have to put her in the cage to remind her of her status. Margo’s calm smile faded into a snarl.

  “Let me go!”

  Much better. “No. You are mine.”

  “My friends are going to be wondering where I am. They’re going to call the cops. You’ll be in trouble with the police. You don’t want that.”

  He shrugged. He didn’t, but he also didn’t think that her friends would call the police. After all, he’d stated his intention to kidnap her in front of Jane. Though, when he’d last seen Jane, Michael had been carrying her into a bedroom. Perhaps Michael and Jane had not yet stopped having sex long enough for Jane to relay Margo’s whereabouts.

  If that were the case her friends would have reason to fear, and he did not want that.

  “I’ll be right back,” he said, heading for the other cave. Grabbing the satellite phone Michael had insisted he get, Runako dialed the only number he knew. On the third ring Michael picked up.

  “Hello.”

  “Hello,” Runako said, in their language rather than human English. Michael replied in the same.

  “Runako, where are you?”

  “I’m in the Captive Caves,” he replied, surprised Michael didn’t know. “I told you that is what I would do.”

  “And you have Margo with you?”

  “Yes. You’re the one who suggested it.”

  “Er, yeah, about that…”

  “Were the others concerned as to her whereabouts?”

  “Yeah they were. Hold on I think Lena’s here. She’ll want to talk to you.”

  “Wait, I don’t want to talk to—”

  “Runako?” a female voice asked.

  “Hello, Lena,” he said in English, resigned.

  “You have Margo? Is she okay?”

  “She is fine.”

  “You’re sure?”

  “Yes.”

  “In that case,” Lena took a deep breath. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? We’ve been freaking out. You’ve got a lot of nerve. I’m assuming you’re sleeping together, after all Margo did put dibs on you, but you can’t just drop off radar like that.”

  Strangely, Lena didn’t seem that angry that he’d kidnapped Margo and was keeping her prisoner. She seemed more angry about their failing to contact her. And something she’d said made him curious.

  “Dibs? Margo put dibs on me.”

  “Didn’t she tell you? Yeah she put dibs on you. Right after you turned into a human for the first time. You and Luke had just been fighting like crazy, but as soon as you turned into a human, a very attractive one, she put dibs on you.”

  “What does dibs mean?”

  “It means she, um, claimed you. She was telling the rest of us that she wanted you so we couldn’t make a play at you.”

  “She did this when she first saw me?”

  “Yep, back when you were the bad guy. Margo knows what she likes.”

  Runako plopped down on the couch and considered this new information. It was startling and flattering that Margo had wanted him from the st
art.

  “Can you put Margo on the phone? We’ve got a meeting next Wednesday with some potential money people, and I need to know what she did with the latest draft of the budget. I mean it’s Friday now so I’m assuming the two of you are going to hang out all weekend, but I need to at least look at those numbers today. I’ll follow up with her on Monday in the office.”

  “Er…”

  Runako was beginning to suspect that Lena was not fully aware of what was going on. Nevertheless he took the phone in to Margo.

  Margo was fuming. Her cheeks were red from her struggles and he could see red marks around her wrists where she’d pulled against on the chains.

  “Lena would like to talk to you,” he said holding the phone up to her ear and bending close to her head so he too could hear. Margo lunged up, crocodile like, teeth snapping. Runako jerked his head back a critical two inches.

  “Hey, Margo,” came Lena’s voice through the phone. “Sweetie, can you tell me where the budget—”

  “Get me out of here!” Margo yelled at the phone.

  “Uh, what?” Lena asked.

  “What do you mean ‘what’? I get kidnapped, and you want to know about budgets? How about rescue, could a girl get a freaking rescue?”

  “Kidnapped? What? You’re not at your house?”

  “No I’m not. I’m in a freaking cave. I’m chained to a sacrificial altar in a cave!”

  “What? WHAT?”

  “Exactly. Thank you.”

  Runako pulled the phone away from Margo, who continued to shout at it. “She was, uh, joking,” he said.

  “Runako what’s going on? Where are you?”

  “I brought Margo to the Captive Caves.”

  “Captive? You did kidnap her?”

  “Um. It was Michael’s idea.”

  “Michael’s idea? Michael!” Runako heard the sound of Lena’s footsteps, then Michael’s voice raised in a yelp of surprise.

  “What’s going on?” Lena demanded. Runako held his breath and hoped she was talking to Michael.

  “Er…” came Michael’s faint reply.

  “Runako said it was your idea,” Lena said.

  Michael called Runako an asshole in their language, so Lena couldn’t understand. Runako smiled, then attempted a move he’d learned from watching the TV show Entourage.

  “You’re breaking up. I’m going under a tunnel. Bye.” He hung up.

  He wasn’t really sure how that had gone, but there wasn’t time to worry about it now. He had a pissed-off naked woman to deal with.

  Margo fumed.

  It was surprising how warm anger could make a person. After only a few minutes she wasn’t cold anymore. She had strained to hear Runako’s ongoing conversation with Lena. She had been a bit pissed at her friend for her utter lack of concern. Though that was very Lena to have put business first.

  Before she could work herself up to being truly pissed at her friends, Margo reminded herself that it had sounded like they’d thought she was at home.

  She rolled her head, trying to work out the kink in her neck, and screamed when she saw Runako staring down at her. He was really quiet when he wanted to be.

  “Where’s the phone? I want to talk to Lena again.”

  “No.”

  “I want to talk to Lena.”

  “Again. No.”

  “You are completely infuriating. The last thing I want to do right now is have sex with you, so you can just get that out of your head.”

  Runako huffed out a sigh and sat beside her hip.

  “It appears that I will have to return you—”

  “Damn right.”

  “—on Monday.”

  “Monday? What day is it now? Is it still Thursday?”

  “No it is Friday. That means I only have two more days to enjoy you.”

  “First, why couldn’t we have sex on a bed in L.A.? Though right now I want to punch you in the face more than I want to date you. Second, you don’t know my friends. I’m betting they show up here to rescue me.”

  Runako frowned in displeasure at that. “I hope not. I think they are well distracted. I told Lena that the caves were Michael’s idea, and that he was the one who told me to bring you here.”

  What had he just said?

  “Michael told you to bring me here?” she asked.

  “Yes. I told you this before.”

  “No, you told me that you prepped the cave for Michael, and that when you found out he didn’t need it, you decided to bring me here.”

  “That is correct.”

  “No it’s not. You neglected to mention that Michael told you to bring me, me specifically. I asked if I was just some random pick out of the other girls, and you said that you’d picked me, me. But you didn’t pick me. Michael told you to get me. You told the truth when you said it wasn’t random, but it wasn’t your choice.”

  “Margo—”

  “What if he’d told you to go get Akta or Cali? It was never me, never me.”

  “That is not—”

  “Go to hell.”

  “Listen to me, woman.”

  “I want nothing to do with you. Nothing.”

  Her words hit him like physical blows. Runako found that he was shaking with rage. She was stubborn, stupid and blind to her own worth. She was determined to devalue herself.

  Runako jumped onto the altar, his movement’s tight as he fought to control his anger. Margo sucked in a little breath, and he could smell her fear. Runako knelt, his legs on either side of her chest, and grabbed her face in his hands. His fingers pressed hard against her skull.

  “Listen to me, woman. Michael suggested you because he knew you were the human I found attractive. Though I tried to keep my attraction secret, he knew. You are not the human I find the most attractive out of the group, you are the only one I find attractive.

  “Humans…humans have done me a great hurt and I wanted nothing to do with them. But you, you I want so much that what I feel for you is more than my anger.”

  He shook his head, not sure if he was making sense, but hoping she understood.

  “You are the only human woman I will ever touch. I can promise you that, because I could never want another human woman as I want you.”

  He finished with a snap of teeth. Every word he’d said was true, but she was so stubborn he was not sure she would hear.

  Margo’s eyes were soft at the corners, and when she blinked tears rolled from each eye to pool against his hands where he held her face.

  “Runako. I…I just…” She shook her head, and there were no words.

  He needed to touch her, and she needed to be touched, but his frustration with her rolled through his body like a slow fire.

  “You frustrate me,” he growled. “I can’t be gentle with you, not now.”

  Her eyes went wide, and then she nodded.

  He grabbed her lower jaw in one hand, held her head, and kissed her puckered lips. When she tried to return the kiss he pulled away. He would accept nothing from her but her utter submission.

  “You are mine,” he growled, “and you will obey.”

  He didn’t wait for her to agree. He released her face and undid the cuffs. She lay still once they were off, not daring to move. Her obedience made him want to be harder on her, rather than softening his need.

  “On your hands and knees,” he growled, “you need to be punished.”

  She didn’t ask what she needed to be punished for, and he was glad, because he didn’t have an answer. Perhaps he felt this need because she was so stubborn, or because she was so blind to her worth. Or maybe he needed to punish her because she made him feel things he didn’t want to feel for a human woman.

  With a hand at the back of her neck he forced her upper body down, until her forehead rested against the stone. Relenting slightly he shoved the blanket at her, allowing her to place a folded bit of fabric under her forehead.

  He smoothed his hand along her spine, pushing on her back until it was deeply curved, offer
ing her ass up.

  He legs were more closed than he would like, but he would leave it. Later, when he spanked her pussy, he would force her legs open.

  He walked around her, examining her from every angle. He stopped at her ass and ran his hands up her thighs, then squeezed her fleshy ass. Stepping to the side he positioned himself, raised his hand, and brought it down on her ass.

  The first blow was soft, a way for him to check that she was correctly positioned and ready for what he was about to do to her. The blow rocked her forward slightly, but she took the force of it on her elbows.

  “You need to be punished.”

  Runako raised his hand.

  The second spank was much harder than the first. Margo bit back a yelp as pain tingled across her left butt cheek. These weren’t friendly little play taps.

  He spanked her right ass cheek, the crack echoing off the cold stone walls.

  Margo moaned and bit the inside of her cheek as the spanking continued. Soon the pain in her ass was constant, each blow increasingly painful. She tried to hold still, but she couldn’t. He was hurting her, spanking her, punishing her.

  He’d kidnapped her to this dark place, kept her chained up, and was now spanking her.

  He rubbed his hand over her aching ass, and when he spoke his voice was a low gravely growl, barely human.

  “You’re a bad girl. You need to be punished.”

  Margo nodded frantically while tears pooled in her eyes.

  Smack. Margo sobbed, unable to keep quiet any longer. “Ouch, ouch it hurts. It hurts when you spank me.”

  “I want it to hurt,” he growled. “You’re being punished.”

  Smack.

  “Oh God, oh yes.”

  Runako shoved her knees apart, her skin scraping over the stone, but it all fed into the same place the pain from the spankings had gone. He pinched the top of her sex, the soft mound yielding under his dark fingers.

  He brought his hand up between her legs and spanked her mound. Margo gasped and jerked. The skin was soft, sensitive, and the pain immediate, but the jiggling cause by the blow radiated to her clit, and her already terribly aroused body wanted more of his treatment.