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He still doesn’t touch me, but I can hear that he is taking off his clothes, slowly, letting each piece drop onto the floor next to me.
“Ye are a mouthwatering sight to behold, Lady Stewart. I can sense yer arousal wi’out even a touch. ’Tis making my cock stand painfully hard.”
“Alasdair…can I see you, please?”
“No. Do’na move.”
I stay still, happy that he is close to me again, his radiant heat warming my back. When his lips find my shoulder, I gasp in surprise. But I nearly collapse when his hand suddenly appears between my legs and his teeth bite down on my neck.Oh God!The pressure is building. I won’t be able to hold back.
“I can feel how much ye like that, how you pulse around my fingers. But do’na let go, Ella. Ye need to wait.”
He releases me then and abruptly turns me toward him, taking my mouth in a devouring kiss that steals my breath and keeps me close to the edge of release. He deepens the kiss, a desperate hunger taking its fill, knowing it may be its last, and the longer it endures, the more it connects with the emotions he set free when he told me he loved me.
Slowly, he walks me backward until the backs of my legs meet the bed. He pulls away from my mouth, holding me close.
“Let me see yer eyes, Ella.”
What I see when I open them confirms he spoke the truth yesterday, and I wonder if he sees the same in me. I have learned through this extraordinary man that there is a difference between the lust-filled eyes of carnal desire and the tenderness in the eyes of one who is enchanted by love. The words are trying to break free, fighting their way through the dense bramble of my insecurities. But before I can give them assistance and say what I know needs to be said, Alasdair speaks first.
“I would like to introduce ye to a different kind of pleasure.”
He stops then and brings up an instrument that looks like a riding crop with short strips of leather in place of the usual flat pad. My breath catches hard in my throat as he glides it across my breast and circles it around my nipple. No words can escape as a barrage of emotions take over my body: fear, excitement, embarrassment, curiosity, intense arousal. My fear says it will hurt, but the wife of Alasdair Stewart says that whatever he does will be ecstasy like I have never known. With that knowledge, the pulsing between my legs intensifies, and when he speaks, heat flushes through my body.
“Do’na be afraid, Ella. I am going to teach ye how to find pleasure in pain,” he says as he continues to circle the hard point of my breast. “’Tis something I have been craving to share wi’ ye since I felt ye orgasm while watching me in the conservatory.”
“Alasdair…” I whisper, not wanting him to talk about that night.
“Shhh. Ye said ye trust me. Was that true?”
The continuous circling of the tassel around my nipple is driving me mad.
“Yes, I trust you.”
“Good,” he says, right as he brings the crop back and snaps the leather fringe on the tip of my aching breast.
“Ahh!!” I cry out as the stinging sensation spreads like lightning through my body and ends as a warm wet release between my legs.
He teases with a few more gentle circles, then snaps the leather again, this time a little harder than the last. I don’t know if I like it. It’s startling and painful, stinging in a way I’ve never felt. But when he leans down and takes my burning nipple into his warm mouth and massages it with his tongue, gently sucking deeper, moaning with deep vibration, my legs give way as an orgasm that I am unable to control ignites.
“Oh God!”
He releases my tender bosom and wraps his arm around my back. His mouth takes mine in a deep and violent kiss as his other hand slips through my wetness so he can fuck me with his fingers, pushing my climax higher while I grind into the pressure. It feels like it will never stop, and weakness takes over as he lays me on the bed.
He removes his hand to rub my essence across the throbbing nub of my breast, then brings his tongue down to lick it clean. My breath stops as my body jumps from the erotic sensation on his tongue.
“Ella, darling. Ye were’na supposed to cum so readily,” he reprimands, standing before me in glorious arousal.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t…”
“No. Never apologize. ’Twas I who should’ve known that would happen. Yer ability to enjoy the delights of the flesh knows no bounds.” He holds out his hand to help me stand, then kisses me softly before continuing, “Prepare yerself, my faerie. We are not done.”
He turns me around, again facing the bed, and places a blinding veil over my eyes. When I protest, he hushes me quiet and kisses my temple. Once it is fastened, he guides me a few steps over and brings my hands up over my head to place them against the bedpost.
“Hold on to this, and do’na let go.”
He coaxes my feet to the proper position, slightly open and back. I am completely exposed, and in this darkness, I can sense his desire to inflict this new kind of pleasure, knowing I will want as much as he can give. He knows me better than I know myself, and with that knowledge, I can wrap myself in the protection of our mutual trust.
“Oh…” I whisper as he tickles the length of my spine with the gentlest touch.
