Haunted by the Highlander: A BDSM Story (3 page)

God, she’d never had such a
strong reaction to a man. She gripped at his arms, relishing the feel of his
undulating muscles as he finger-fucked her roughly, his thumb occasionally
rasping across her clit. His take-control manner plucked at the submissive, feminine
part of her. The part that wanted to be needed and desired by a dominant,
commanding man. The part that no other man had reached for many, many years.

His fingers left her abruptly and
he threaded a hand roughly into her hair, jerking her head away from him.  “Stand
up,” he commanded hoarsely.

Instinctively obeying, Samantha
pushed herself to her feet, her legs wavering underneath her. She didn’t need
to worry though. The Scotsman was standing in an instant, flattening his hard
body against hers as he forced her dress off her, leaving it to slip to the
floor. His hands cupped possessively at her hips, coaxing them back into him so
she could feel his throbbing cock rubbing against her arse.

“Jesus, you are so hot.”

Samantha simply sighed as he worked
himself against her, mimicking a fucking motion. Her pussy clenched with every
thrust of his kilt-cladded dick until moisture trickled down her leg. Shit, she
would kill to have him buried inside her needy cunt right now.

He squeezed briefly at her arse
cheeks, and she whimpered as it felt like his fingers had left imprints in
them, before spinning her round and bringing his mouth down on hers. Swallowing
her moan, he swept his tongue over hers before drawing back and nibbling at her
lip. His fingers worked over her back and arse, kneading and stroking her skin.
Samantha tried to do the same but his shoulders were so broad and his kisses so
consuming that she barely managed to cling onto him. Just when she thought she
might press her fingers underneath his jumper, he hauled her into his arms,
grasping her buttocks so that she had to wrap her legs around him. Her heels
slipped off and clunked to the ground, the sound echoing through the room.

With a growl, he drove her back
against the wall, her spine meeting heavily with the textured wallpaper.
Christ, she hadn’t had sex like this since Marcello. This Scotsman sure had the
dominant thing going on. Samantha squealed as he explored her mouth further and
she dug her nails into his neck. Just as she eased into his kiss, he surprised
her by hefting her higher, shifting her legs over his arms and then up and over
his shoulders.

Crying out at his sudden show of
strength, Samantha found herself pinned halfway up the wall, with his head
buried in her soaking pussy. His hands held her steady and her nervousness
quickly dissipated at being so high up as his tongue lapped at her, stroking boldly
across her folds with the flat of his tongue.

He licked forcefully over every
part of her sex before settling over her nub, drawing it briefly into his mouth
before massaging his tongue over it in small circles. Samantha bucked against
him as her legs clamped around his head.

"Fuck," she cried out
as he sucked at her clit.

No one had ever paid such
attention to her pussy before. Her sheath clenched and pulsed against his
tongue as he probed it. She could feel the tension building, the unbearable
need for release making her sex swell as he continued his torturous routine.
Sweeping, licking, sucking. It was almost too much to bear.

And then he drew her bud into his
mouth again and tugged on it rhythmically with his teeth until the pleasure
crescendoed, ricocheting through her body and she quaked against him. He held
her firm, keeping his mouth buried between her thighs as he licked away her
juices.

When the spasms slowed, he
withdrew carefully and dropped her to the floor with ease, sliding her body
down his. She bit back a moan as the length of his shaft touched all too
briefly to her tender folds.

"You taste so damned
good," he told her before kissing her.

She inhaled the musky scent and
tasted herself on his tongue. It was so decadent, so sinful and her sex pulsed
back into life as the need to taste
his
sex overtook her.

Blinking away the satisfied haze
that her climax drowned her in, she tugged at the waist of his kilt before
bunching the fabric in her hands. She waited a moment, as if waiting for
permission and he nodded. With a smile, she dropped to her knees and hauled his
kilt up and over his straining erection.

"Oh God," she breathed
as she came face to face with his pulsing, shining cock.

A small drop of pre-cum hung from
the end and she darted eagerly forwards to lick it up, savouring its salty
taste on her tongue.

"Uhmmmm," she moaned as
she wrapped a hand around his shaft, feeling it surge under her fingers, and
drew it into her mouth.

Circling the smooth head with her
tongue, she explored his ridges, pressing against the sensitive underside of
his dick and drawing back. His hands in her hair urged her forwards once more
and she took him as far back as she could.

“That’s it, take it deep, lass.”

The man grunted with surprise as
she swallowed and drew him further down her throat, taking most of his length.
Samantha grabbed his hard buttocks and held him there for a moment before
working up and down his cock as he enthusiastically screwed her mouth. His
distinctive male tang on her tongue sent a curl of need straight to her still
twitching pussy.

His buttocks flexed beneath his
kilt as he rocked back and forth and emitted small groans and harsh breaths.
Samantha stared up at him as he towered over her. In spite of the spit
dribbling down her chin, she would happily have him fucking her mouth all day.
God, he was so bloody gorgeous, especially with his jaw clenched tight in
pleasure. The pleasure that
she
was giving him.

Feeling the sudden surge of his
cock, Samantha picked up the pace. His legs vibrated with unspent power as his
fingers pressed into her scalp, holding her in place until his cock exploded,
sending streams of hot cum straight down her throat. She gulped and shuddered
as he milked himself against her throat.

“Mmm, swallow it,” he ordered huskily.

He went to pull out but she
gripped his arse and held him in place as she licked and sucked his semi-hard
shaft clean.

His fingers curled around her and
he hauled her to her feet. She wanted to protest -
I could lick his cock
forever
- but his muscular arms came around her and he held her tight as he
swept her hair back from her face, pressing an urgent kiss to her mouth. She
used the opportunity to force her hands underneath his jumper and shirt.

“Oh…” she sighed as her hands met
with sleek, warm flesh.

The man laughed and pulled off
his jumper and shirt. His hand went to his kilt but she touched his arm and
shook her head. “Keep it on.” He raised an eyebrow as he grinned at her.
“Please?” she begged.

He shrugged and kicked off his
boots, yanking off his socks with them. Samantha expelled a heavy breath as she
studied him, completely forgetting her own nudity. His chest flexed with every
breath and he reminded her of a warrior. Somehow, without the bulk of his
jumper, he appeared even more daunting.

“Are you done, lass?”

Samantha giggled and nodded
before flattening herself against him. His breath hissed between his teeth as
their skin connected and her skin prickled at the contact, her nipples pressed
hard against him.

The Scotsman rubbed his large
hands over her, sweeping over her buttocks as he kissed at her neck. Abruptly,
he turned her around and urged her towards the bed.

“Kneel down,” he commanded as her
knees hit the edge of the bed.

Her heart kicked up as she got
down onto her knees, his hand pushing lightly on the back of her neck. The
light pressure of his hand pressed her over the bed so that her bottom jutted out
and she rested her head against the thick satin throw as a shiver on
anticipation threaded through her.

He knelt down beside her and
smoothed his hand over her arse, dipping briefly between her legs and making
her jolt towards his fingers.

“You seem like the kind of girl
who would enjoy a spanking,” he mused.

A strangled noise left her
throat.
Oh God, yes.
How did he know? Was it the way her bottom bucked
into his hand that gave it away?

“Do you like a spanking, lass?”

“Yes,” she whimpered as his hand
continued to stroke agonisingly slowly across each arse cheek, “Yes, yes, yes…”
she continued to whisper.

His palm came down so suddenly that
she’d barely had time to realise he’d stopped caressing her. She yelped as the
sharp slap resonated in her ears and her bottom smarted. The scent of her
arousal suffused the air as he smacked again and again, shifting his attention
from one buttock to the other. Her skin stung and she snivelled as the blows
became heavier, the man seemingly intent on spanking every inch of her
trembling arse, but she’d never felt so alive.

She squealed as he gave her four
more sharp smacks. Two to each cheek, harder and stronger than the previous
ones. Then his lips came down and tickled across each heated buttock before trailing
up her spine and sweeping aside her hair and kissing the back of her neck. His
kilt chafed against her arse as his erection prodded into her and his hands
came underneath her to cup at her breasts, drawing her upright and against him.

He kissed his way across her
shoulders, nipping lightly at her skin as he plucked at her nipples. She rubbed
herself against his cock as the ache in her cunt became unbearable.

“Please,” she murmured.

“Please what?”

“I need your cock…in me…” she
grated out as his sharp tugs on her nipples stole the breath from her.

He chuckled and hefted her into
his arms, hooking one under her legs. He lifted her easily and climbed onto the
bed. The mattress sank beneath him as he lay back and positioned her over him.
She sucked in a breath as she took in all that muscle laid out just for her.

“Ride me,” he said.

Hell, yes
. Samantha grinned, aware that
she probably looked like the Cheshire cat when she did so. She flipped up his
kilt and gave his erection a quick rub, feeling it harden further beneath her
fingertips. She shifted forwards, settling her drenched folds over him, teasing
them both as his velvety head slipped across them.

His large hand came suddenly
around her neck as the other one gripped at her hip and he shoved her downwards,
impaling her viciously on his thick length.

“Fuck,” she cried out at the
sudden intrusion as he urged her up with the hand on her neck before directing
her down onto him again.

The hand around her neck remained
firm, not squeezing but simply controlling her. The heat of his fingers wrapped
around her made her feel oddly protected, the knowledge of all that contained
strength tugging at that hidden womanly part of her once more. Here she was
completely at his mercy, giving over every ounce of her trust and he knew
exactly how far to push that trust. How to give her everything she needed.

Pressing his hips into her, he
grunted as her sheath clenched around him. With the positioning of his hands,
Samantha barely had to do anything. He controlled her movements, allowing him
to pound upwards into her until she vibrated with need and their skin sheened.
The hand on her hip closed suddenly over her sex and he pressed his thumb into
her clit. He held it there as their violent rocking motion made her nub run
furiously over his callused digit.

Her body tightened as the
sensation in her pussy verged on the edge of unbearable and his hand on her
neck became more determined, plunging her down onto him with increasing force.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she squealed.

“Say my name,” he groaned. “Finn.
Say it,” he commanded.

“Oh, Finn…” she cried out as the
tension claimed her, her pussy pulsing as her orgasm surged through her clit
and inside of her, spiralling through her body.

“Sam…” he muttered against her
hair as she collapsed forwards and he thrust up into her, his salty spray
surging into her pulsing cunt.

His harsh breaths blew into her
hair as they both sagged and Samantha felt the lethargy of satisfaction seep
into her body. With her cheek pressed against his solid chest and his cock
still in her, she was sure she could stay here forever.

“Finn,” she murmured
experimentally to herself. What a man! God, she’d never come so hard before. 
She thought of her friends off hunting ghosts and grinned. Yeah, she definitely
got the better end of the deal.

Finn eased her off him and
settled her into his arms, kissing her as she curled into his embrace.

“I’m glad you found me,” she
whispered as her lids drifted shut. “I’m glad I didn’t have to spend the night
with the ghosts.”

Finn chuckled softly. “I’m glad I
found you too, lass. You are something special.”

“Can we do some more?” she asked
quietly as she smothered a yawn.

“You can count on it.”

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