Shooting Stars / Bound by Love (4 page)

He rammed into her and her cunt swallowed his entire shaft. Instead of crying out with pain at being ripped in two, instead of begging him to finish the torture quickly, his wife bucked beneath him.

Oh god, yes! she cried. Fuck me harder.

The blood pounded loudly in his ears. Marcus could hardly make out her speech. More foul language, he finally realized, but he would have to punish her later. Maybe on all fours while he squeezed her breasts and rutted into her like an animal.

Such a vision of his nunnery-reared wife beneath him like a common village slut overwhelmed him. Pulling her ankles up over his shoulders, he plunged in and out of her with reckless abandon. Marcus gave himself over to the most powerful orgasm of his life.

His wife screamed with pleasure. Strong contractions milked the seed from his cock.

Christiania. Her name fell from his lips like a prayer.

She pulled him down for a deep, dark kiss that left him breathless.

His heart beat wildly against hers and for a moment, Marcus knew great peace and happiness. His soul felt to be at rest as he rubbed his palm across his wife s sweat-slick skin. Perhaps it did not matter that she was not a virgin.

They were well-suited in the bedroom and Marcus had no doubt that he would eventually bend her to his will. Or at the very least, greatly enjoy the process of teaching her to obey him. How he would like to spank her soft bottom until it grew red, until she begged for him to take her again.

But then she spoke, and Marcus went cold.

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My name is Christina, not Christiania. And the truth is that I do not know how I got here today. I don t even know what year it is.

The woman beneath him smiled and stretched, looking like a well-fed feline.

But I d very much like to stay. As your wife. She reached for his penis and it leapt to attention in her soft hands.

And your lover.

* * * * *

San Francisco, present day

Jake was in heaven. His greatest fantasy was in the process of coming to life. Those furry handcuffs had been in his dresser drawer for years, just waiting for the right woman to come along. Now that she had, he wasn t going to let her go. He was going to treat her like a queen.

It was the weirdest thing. When he d been going down on her a half hour ago, he could have sworn she was just going through the motions, which was odd given that she had clearly picked him out of the crowd at the Holy Cow, the sexual aggressor the entire time. Jake wasn t usually into such forward women, but this one had been irresistible to him. And he d found himself in bed with her, his mouth sucking at her clit.

And then, in an instant, she had awakened beneath him as she exploded in his mouth, changing from slightly interested to one hundred percent aroused. No woman could possible come that hard if she wasn t into it.

The next time she spoke she had that enchanting Scottish accent and insisted that her name was Christiania. For some reason, the sound of her new game-playing name made something flutter in his stomach. It was a sexy, exotic name. One he d never heard before, but he hoped to say many times during future bondage sessions.

Everything about the woman beneath him was different, though, not just her name. She seemed to take in his bedroom for the first time. She fingered his sheets with wonder.

Best of all, she looked at his body and touched him with new eyes. Gone was the bored, I ve-seen-it-all glaze. It had been replaced with wonder and excitement and a small dose of fear for good measure.

She was sucking at his cock with an untrained but very willing-to-please mouth. From the minute he had tied her to his bedposts, Jake had wanted to shoot come down her throat. He had wanted to explode in the valley between her tits. But he had never wanted to come more than this very moment as her soft, pink tongue swirled across the base of his head, dipping into the little hole. No doubt about it, if he didn t pull out right now shit, who was he kidding, he needed to pull out five minutes ago he was going to detonate in her mouth. And then he d miss out on the succulent cunt that he d gotten wet and ready with his tongue.

Mustering up every ounce of willpower that he possessed, Jake pulled away from Christiania s sweet mouth. Ignoring his throbbing cock, he turned his concentration to her lush breasts.

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His breath wafted across her nipples, which beaded before his eyes. Light as a feather he flicked his tongue across the puckered skin of her areolas, careful not to touch the hard peaks that begged to be sucked. Softly, he bit at the fleshy undersides, until every inch had been covered with love bites.

What do you want? he whispered, his mouth barely a hair above her skin.

Christiania s eyes were wild with need. She fairly glowed beneath him. Jake had let his trips to church lapse in the past decade, but he quickly gave thanks to the man above for this glorious woman in his bed. She looked like an angel, but she fucked like a she-devil.

She opened her mouth, but she said nothing.

Jake circled her areola with his finger. Tell me, slave, he urged.

I I She fought her bindings and tried to push her nipples into his mouth.

Still she did not tell him, so he pushed her further. He ran his hand down her belly, which quivered, much to his ongoing delight. Slowly, he slid one finger into her pussy.

My god. Jake lost his breath. Christiania had, bar none, the tightest pussy he had ever been inside. Her walls held his finger prisoner, tiny contractions massaging him all the while. He had only been with a virgin once, when he was sixteen. He just couldn t wrap his brain around the idea that Christina, no Christiania was what she wanted to be called, was a virgin. Everything about her had screamed experience in the bar.

But now that he had felt how incredibly tight her pussy was he could hardly imagine what it would be like to push his penis inside her. He would be gone in seconds.

Suckle me!

Her cry brought his concentration back to her incredible breasts. He wanted nothing more than to latch on to them like a newborn and suck the milk of life from her. But first, she had to remember who was in charge.

What does the slave say to the master? His words held an undercurrent of danger. Christiania s eyes opened wide. Again he saw the fear, the excitement, the freshness in her gaze.

Please, master, she begged. Suckle me. Please.

Good girl, he murmured. With painstaking slowness, Jake lowered his lips to her nipples. Circling his tongue around her, he sucked in her hot, hard flesh. She cried out and fought her bonds. He cupped the small of her back in one hand, her ass in the other and pulled her in toward him.

He couldn t stand it anymore. He had to be inside her. Ignoring her mewling protests, he pulled his mouth from her breasts and positioned himself between her spread thighs. He slid his throbbing head between her wet lips and groaned. She was so hot, so wet, so pink. He had never seen anything more beautiful than this woman s cunt.

Her hips wiggled beneath him and he took it as a sign that she was ready to receive him. Biting his lower lip, Jake slid in one inch. Her pussy squeezed his head so perfectly he had to force himself to clear his mind to focus on 20

the task at hand.

First, get your cock all the way in
, he told himself,
then make her come
again. After that, it s your turn to come. That s the order, buddy, so stick
to it.

One more inch. Oh god, she was tight. It was nearly too much for him.

Then another. And another.

Until he could go no further.

There was no mistaking the barrier he faced. Christiania was a virgin.

His eyes flew to hers and the master/slave game fell away in his sudden concern. Sweetheart, he said. She gazed at him, trust radiating out from her bright eyes.

Please, she said and it was all it took. This was the woman he had been waiting for his whole life.

And he was going to be her first. Her only if he had anything to say about it.

He plunged past her hymen, tearing it, until his head was butting up against her cervix. She flinched at the pain of his invasion, but she didn t cry out.

His thumb found her clit and swirled it until it was swollen again.

Jake held still as a stone above her. It was the hardest thing he had ever done, not giving in to the primal urge to thrust in and out of such a sweet, tight pussy. Sweat dripped from his chest, his legs shook with the effort to contain himself. Christiania s eyes fluttered closed again and her head rocked back and forth. He rubbed her mound, her clit even as it swelled beneath his thumb. And then she tensed and exploded around him.

He drove in and out of her hard and fast. Her powerful contractions sent him over the edge into oblivion. Harder and harder he fucked her until her renewed cries of pleasure floated into the room. Jake covered her mouth with his and kissed her with his whole heart.

Even as the spasms ran down, they kissed. Hard kisses turned soft. Gentle licks turned to nips and bites. He learned the sweet corners of her mouth.

She tasted his tongue with her own.

When he finally lifted his head from hers to gaze at her in wonder, she said, I would stay here with you. Forever, and happiness burst in his chest.

Yes, you will, he said, visions of a long life together with children and grandchildren and many, many days and nights of incredible lovemaking dancing in his mind s eye.

But Jake was soon to find out that it was not as simple as that.

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Chapter Five

Scotland, 1320

Christina knew she was taking a huge risk by telling Marcus that she wasn t the original woman destined to become his wife, but she so badly wanted to stay with him in this mythical land that she decided to be honest with him.

Plus it was the first thing that popped into her head and she d never been good at keeping quiet. But she certainly hadn t thought that by saying she wanted to stay with him she d mess everything up for good.

She didn t think the universe would be so cruel as to send her back to San Francisco, away from the Scottish warrior she felt she was destined to be with forever.

She was wrong.

The word lover fell from her lips and then everything went black again, but this time she wasn t scared. No, what she was feeling was much worse that fear. She was utterly pissed off. If all of her cells weren t swirling around her in a crazy vortex she would have given whoever was running the Universe the finger. And that was just to start.

Somehow, she had to figure out a way back to Marcus.

* * * * *

San Francisco, present day

Christina thudded back to her bed.

Ouch! she exclaimed. She had expected to see Jake still in the bed after all, who knew how long she d been gone, it might have only been a millisecond in real time but what really threw her for a loop was the naked woman on the bed who looked just like her.

If she had been raised in a nunnery, that is. Christina didn t think her eyes had ever looked that na ve, her features so trusting.

Holy shit, she exclaimed. You re me. I m you. You were gonna marry Marcus.

Her Scottish twin s mouth opened and closed like a fish on land.

Jake reached for the Scottish woman and pulled her close to him. Christina held her hands up. I really feel like an intruder and I d leave if I could, but I have a feeling that you two better say goodbye, because I doubt the two of us can stay in the same place for long without the world exploding.

Her twin turned to Jake to say something, and then she was gone.

Trying to think clearly, Christina got up off the bed and threw on her clothes that were sitting on a leather chair in the corner.

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What the hell just happened? Jake yelled. Christina jumped several feet in the air.

Was that Christiania?

Jake sat down heavily on the bed. He didn t seem to notice that he was naked, but Christina did and for some reason it really bothered her. Maybe it was because she was a married woman now. She threw his boxers at him.

Put those on, would you?

Dazedly, he did as she asked. I thought she was you pretending to be her.

Christina snorted. Wow. I d have to be quite the actress to pull that innocent act off.

He narrowed his eyes. Where did you go?

She shrugged and sat next to him on the bed. Scotland. I married the guy who was supposed to be her husband. Marcus. A Laird. A warrior. He s really great. She looked at him and winced. Sorry. No offense.

Jake half-smiled. No offense taken. I just want Christiania back.

Christina jumped up. I ve got it! She grabbed Jake s wrist. The shooting star. Put some clothes on. We ve got to get outside. And fast.

* * * * *

Heading to Scotland, 1320

What was God trying to tell her now? Christiania was trying to keep her faith, but frankly, she was so sad about leaving behind Jake that she was having the devil of a time trying to hold on.

She paid little attention to the swirling mass of time and space that she was hurtling through, certain that she was about to come face to face with Marcus again.

She was not looking forward to their meeting.

The breath flew from her chest as she hit the bed. Moving as quickly as one who had just traveled back seven centuries possibly could, Christiania covered her nakedness with a sheet and scrambled as far away from Marcus as she could.

What the hell just happened? he bellowed.

Christiania wanted more than anything in the world to get back to Jake, to the love that she had never thought she would have, so she forced herself to be brave. I believe you met, and married, she added with a glance to the thick gold and silver ring on his left hand, Christina?

Marcus took a step towards her. Your accent. It has changed again. His eyes shot fire. Who are you?

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Shaking like a leaf, but determined to stand her ground, she said, I am Christiania, the woman you were going to marry. But I didn t marry you.