Free Peregrine's Prize by Raven McAllan Page A

How
could she say they were safely locked away in Nash's strongbox?
    "Hmm, so we've been away?" His eyes were cloudy
with pain, and bright with suspicion.
    Maggie was at a loss how to answer him.
    "Perry, my love, please stop fishing. I've
already told you more than the doctor advised. Please don’t ask me to divulge
anything else. Let's rest and at least see if your memory returns overnight."
    He stared at her eyes until Maggie felt like
squirming. Why did she feel like a criminal? She was only trying to do her best
to keep them both safe. Finally, just as she gathered her courage, ready to
break down and tell him everything she knew he took a deep breath.
    "If we can rest together, and be close, I can
agree to that. As much as I want to plunge into you, my body will not agree. My
head aches abominably, and I reluctantly agree I need to rest. With you, and
the bread knife to guard me?" He rolled his eyes and she saw the effort it
took for him to lighten the moment.
    "Me you can have with pleasure." She dragged
the covers from under her and turned them back with a gesture of welcome. Nash
pulled his shirt over his head, crawled onto the bed next to Maggie, and rested
his head on her breast.
    "Nice," he murmured. "And the
knife?"
    "Ah well, that is still in the kitchen. Will my
sewing scissors do as well do you think?"
    There was silence. Maggie stroked his hair.
"Perry?"
    She was answered by a snore.
    Maggie moved her hand and settled down next to
Perry. There was a lot to think about, but for now she was content to rest with
him, with his personal scent—of man and musk—teasing her nostrils and his arm
loosely across her body. She settled down and slept.
    ****
    It set the tone for the next two days. Perry was all
compliance, so much so Maggie wondered if his injury was worse than he admitted
to. However, Perry reassured her that he ached, his head throbbed to a degree
it seemed damnable sore, but as long as she was nearby, he was content to rest.
That resting to him meant long slow sweet sex both reassured and worried Maggie.
In the past their sex might often be long, and frequently slow, because Perry loved
to tease and demand her compliance. Even though she thought it sweet that in
his attention to her he drew every exquisite sensation possible out of her, it
didn't resemble their previous lovemaking. To her anxious mind, it seemed at
times that he loved her as if he thought it might never happen again. Of course
as she couldn't say so, Maggie fretted alone.
    Until during the third night at Monksseat she woke up
bound and blindfolded and realized Perry might not be aware, but he appeared
almost back to his old self.
    "Do as I say Maggie. Do not come." She
felt the beautiful, sharp stinging sensation of wax dropping onto her shoulders
and across her chest. The tiny stabbing pains were so perfect, she bit her lips
and spread her legs to stop her climax from overwhelming her. The fact that she
entertained no idea where the next drop of wax would fall added to the
excitement, and Maggie panted, as Perry laughed softly.
    "I knew this was for us."
    Her body sang, and her senses were filled with him
and the sharp cloying scent of the wax. He lifted her blindfold, and Maggie
blinked before looking down at the heart shaped wax droplets across her,
    "I love you Maggie, you complete me; without you
this would be impossible." Perry kissed her before she gathered her
scattered thoughts and formulated a reply. "Fly for me love."
    He plunged his cock deep inside her and demanded she
began to move. Maggie wrapped her legs around his waist and met him thrust for
thrust. Her orgasm built so fast it escaped like a runaway horse with the bit
between its teeth and no intention of stopping.
    "Now love, join me now."
    Maggie needed no second bidding. As Perry's body
began to shudder and his cock grew harder, Maggie's channel contracted and she
tumbled over the edge.
    Perry pulled out just as he shouted his completion,
and as ever spilled onto