The Highlander’s Witch (36 page)

“Where be ye,
leanabh
?” He whispered as his thumb stroked over her rapid pulse, watching the silent tears falling from the corners of her eyes.

“I don’t know, but it feels like a dream, Master.”

“Aye, a dream no many can find.” Aiden brushed his lips over her shoulder setting off a moan. “I ken ye be keepin yer eyes closed, but takin away the option will heighten the feelings.”

He leaned over and picked up a cloth from the table, wrapping it over her still closed eyes and tied it behind her head. His cock hard against his trews, he adjusted himself trying to ease the ache knowing he would not be lasting much longer.

He also knew she was ready by the gasping in her breath and puckered nipples.

“Ye have felt the pleasure, now ye must accept the pain.”

Not even his words could free her from the mists of pleasure swirling through her mind and over her body. Even the chill from the dungeon aroused her as he stepped away.

“This one has a little more sting to it,
leanabh,
but ye have been well prepared.” He warned as he dangled the strands over her skin, moving it slowly back and forth.

When it stopped, she tried to brace for the impact but her body wouldn’t respond.

The first swing never touched her and she shivered at the cold air whipping past, as did the next.

The third struck her shoulder blades and she gasped at the difference but her body seemed to accept the sharp tingles.

The blows came closer together and she brought her shoulder blades forward to arch her back, her head falling to her chest trying to give him more of herself.

“Yes, yes.” She sobbed. “Please, Master, yes.”

After touching her flesh to feel the heat, Aiden traveled the flogger over her body, repeating the same process as he had with the lighter flogger.

When her skin showed signs of red marks, he slowed to a stop before dropping the flogger on the table.

She was drowning in desire unable to stop the moans, sweat trickling down her arms and legs while moisture seeped from between her legs, no longer able to control the shivering.

As if from a distance, she heard a scraping noise and she moaned craving his touch.

Aiden pulled over a wooden piece of furniture. The seat was higher than normal in a wide V shape.

Placing it directly behind her, he removed the cuffs from her feet first, rubbing over her skin as she stood, inhaling the scent of her desires and fighting back the animal that demanded release.

Removing the shackles from her hands, he held onto her as she leaned weakly into him. He rubbed the circulation back into her limbs as she began to kiss him, rubbing her body against his in a silent plea to be taken.

When he was satisfied that she had adequately recovered, he lifted her onto the wooden chair, placing her legs over the extended pieces and securing them with a strap.

Skye knew what he was doing on some level but her overpowering need to feel him inside her was her soul focus.

“Please, Master, please fuck me.” She implored as she licked his chest, breathing in the masculine smell, rubbing against him wantonly, crying out when he lifted her away from his body, her hands reaching out, seeking contact.

“Please, I need to touch you.” She sobbed, crying out joyously when he pressed against her.

Not realizing he was settling her against the angled back, she opened her legs and felt them secured to whatever she was sitting on. She shook her head as he brought her arms behind her and told her not to move. She whimpered in need as she felt a strap go around her waist to her back, his groin pushing into her cunt as he bent to tie the strap around her hands.

“Please.” She begged, drawing the word out, not caring how desperate she sounded. She was throbbing and she felt swollen, the aching pulsed between her legs, she needed to be filled now!

Skye squirmed, unable to withdraw the blindfold or to move and cried out in frustration.

Covered with sweat, Aiden untied the laces of his pants letting them fall to his knees as he opened the drenched folds of her lips. He grabbed onto his painfully hard cock and shoved it deep inside her.

Skye’s breath caught in her throat when she felt his fingers spreading her lips and she tried to push against them as her nerve endings zinged at his touch and when he slammed into her, she exploded, tossing her head back, mouth wide and silent at the force of her orgasm.

He continued to pound into her as sweat dripped down his body, her cunt a tight glove as she contracted around him, demanding he spill his seed deep inside but he held off.

Removing the cloth from her eyes, he gripped her hair at the base of her scalp.

“Breathe,
mo
ghaol
.”

Skye tried to shake her head, letting him know how impossible that was when finally she gasped, crying out through the tight muscles in her throat just as another wave of molten heat raged through her.

Skye’s second orgasm clenched his cock tight and Aiden roared his release, hammering faster and deeper as his balls tightened painfully.

She cried, unable to bear the intensity any longer.

Aiden took a shuddering breath before leaning in to press his mouth softly against hers.

Skye trembled as she nibbled on his lower lip, her body spasming with aftershocks as Aiden slowly glided in and out before easing from her tight channel.

Undoing her bindings, Aiden took her face into his hands and brushed away the tear that fell from her lashes with his thumb as he leaned his forehead against hers, trying to get his breathing under control.

Arms heavy with exhaustion, Skye lifted them slowly to wrap around his neck, turning her head to kiss his cheek, snuggling in as he lifted her into his arms and carried her back to his room.

Aiden placed her on the bed gently after pushing the covers out of the way, and then he went to the basin, wrung out a cloth before returning to clean her.

After he cleaned himself, he eased in next to her before covering them with the furs.

He held her tight, her head resting on his chest with a leg thrown over his upper thigh.

He looked up at the shadowed ceiling, his heart at war with his common sense.

Barely able to remain awake as his heart rate lulled her to sleep, Skye managed to say the only thought she could utter before drifting off to sleep.

“Please, don’t let me go.”

Aiden sighed at her quiet plea and ran his hand over her curls not trusting himself to say anything.

Chapter Fourteen
 

H
ours later, Aiden slipped from the bed and dressed in his clan tartan. He added more logs to the fire before gathering their clothing from the dungeon, taking a moment to look at the place where Skye had given everything to him.

His heart swelled with pride and determination.

She was his. She belonged with him and for the first time in his adult life, he was going to be selfish. He had made his decision in the early morning hours before finally being able to sleep.

Returning to the room, Aiden carefully laid Skye’s gown over the back of a chair before gazing down upon her sleeping face.

He was concerned that he wouldn’t be back before she woke and he knew the way she was feeling last night might be the extreme opposite this day, as was wont to happen after such intense play, especially for one as untried as Skye.

Sighing softly, Aiden left determined to ensure the room was set up properly for his first day of courts since returning from the war and then he would return to check on Skye before getting back to begin the proceedings.

He would also send Keir to guard his chambers in case she needed him.

Besides Collin, Keir was the only other who would understand what Skye might go through and he didn’t want any mistakes made with her care.

Satisfied with his decision, he hurried to complete his duties as clan chief.

Skye heard the door close and sighed, too tired to do anything else but stretch and turn over, burrowing under the covers smiling as she smelled his scent around her.

Her mind drifted lazily.

As her amazement over what had transpired the night before grew, the fog lessened and she frowned.

That had been the strangest event of her life.

Besides appearing in the fifteenth century.

It was like floating in space, being separate from herself. Like the effects of a drug.

And the sex! Oh Lord, that was amazing!

She hugged the covers close and grinned.

Then she frowned in confusion.

She’d gotten that way from a flogging.

Aiden had flogged her!

He’d also taken a knife and choked her as well.

Okay, not ‘choke’, but everything he had done was violent.

Okay, not ‘violent, but . . .

But what? He hadn’t physically harmed her. Mentally either. What had he done? He’d flogged her, taken a knife to her and held her throat.

And she’d gotten off on it.

Literally.

She got up, stretching the sore muscles of her body, and paced in the dim light pushing her hair out of her face in frustration.

Was he disgusted by her?

Had he used her because she’d begged and pleaded like a blithering idiot?

Stopping, she stared at the bedroom door. She needed to talk to him, hold him. She needed to find out what he was thinking.

Whirling around, Skye began pacing again.

What if he didn’t want to see her?

Maybe that was why he’d slipped out before she woke up.

She went to the tapestry that covered the window and looked out at the pre-dawn sky.

Why had he left so early?

Swallowing shakily, she let the curtain fall and shivered, more from the worry that suddenly overcame her than the cold morning air.

“Stop this.” She commanded herself. “You’re starting to sound like an idiot.”

Forcing herself to breath slowly, she began to pace again, making sure she took slow measured steps as her mind kept slipping back to Aiden and what he thought.

“So what if he left early. He’s a damn Scottish Lord in the fifteenth century. It’s not like they have a nine-to-five job.” She huffed at herself.

Skye moved to the fire and looked at it before gritting her teeth and turning away.

“I can’t talk to Sarah. I can’t talk to anyone.”

Who could understand anything she’d explain?

Hell, she couldn’t even figure it out.

No matter how many things she had shared with her sister, she wasn’t sure this was something she could talk about.

If only she could just calm down and think.

She was so damn stressed.

This wasn’t like her.

She over-reacted to things yes, but she wasn’t the kind of person that let things get this out of hand and it wasn’t as if it was out of hand, she just felt like it.

Everything felt . . . consuming . . . and she couldn’t stop thinking about Aiden.

Everything revolved around him.

Like she was stalking him in her mind.

“Oh, shit.” She whispered in shock, suddenly remembering her last words to him.

Please,
don’t
let
me
go.

Had he answered her?

Had he ignored her?

Skye became frantic, her thoughts scattered.

She could not stop thinking and she couldn’t think about anything but him, them, and what they had done.

I
have
to
stop
this!
I’m
going
insane
here!