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“Should we not retire to our bed?”
“Such a creature of habit. No, my sweet Roselyn, not on this occasion. Are you wet for me?”
“I am not sure. I do not think so.”
“Shall we find out?”
Roselyn gasped as he used his thumbs to open the lips of her most private place. He actually crouched behind her to examine the spot more thoroughly.
“Blair, please…” She was mortified, and exhilarated in equal measure. The sharp rap of his palm meeting her unsuspecting bottom and the sudden blaze of heat halted any further protest.
“You will be silent.” His tone was stern. She knew this was one of his ‘obey me, or bear the consequences’ moments. Such occasions often frightened her initially, usually heralding some new and intense experience, but never failed to ultimately delight her.
She clamped her lips shut and sank into the submissive pose he demanded.
Her pussy quivered and she clenched around him as he drove two fingers into her tight passage. The sounds of her wetness reached her ears but she was past embarrassment. Arousal shimmered and swelled, her lower abdomen roiling with it. Her nipples hardened and rubbed against the coarse linen of her shift as she wriggled in her pleasure.
He slapped her again, harder this time. “Be still,” he commanded. “I shall fuck you with my fingers first, and you will tell me when your release is almost upon you.”
“Blair, I need your cock. Please…”
He chuckled and rose to stand behind her, his fingers still embedded within her slick passage. He reached around with his free hand to lay his middle finger over her engorged clitty and Roselyn groaned. It would take just a few deft strokes…
“Now,” she squealed. “I am close.”
He paused, his fingers still in her, on her. “Wait. Breathe in, then out, and wait.” Long seconds passed, seconds in which Roselyn longed to shift, to rub against him, to lift her hips and thrust. It would take just the merest scrape of friction, the slightest stroke across her sensitised bud… She did none of those things though. Instead, she obeyed.
“Are you quite calm again? May I continue?” His voice was silky smooth.
“Yes, I…”
Mere seconds later she was begging him to stop again, her almost-release surging forth to tease and tantalise.
“Would you like me to spank you? I believe that might serve to ease your tension a little. You do appear somewhat overwrought just now, Roselyn.”
“Sir? I do not know…please, I need—”
“Lift your bottom, and do not clench or I shall ask Aiden to seek out a decent switch for you. He performed the task to my absolute satisfaction the last time it was required.”
Roselyn needed no further encouragement. She did as she was told and tried to make her bottom soft. She would accept, submit, and all would be well. Blair would make it so, she knew it.
Pain blazed, but she relished the sharp edge of it. He spanked her hard, the blows swift, covering her buttocks and thighs in streaks of flaring agony, but she lifted her bottom, raised herself on her toes and begged for more.
“Spread your legs wide, my sweet.”
She did so, even knowing what he must intend. The blow when it came, landing directly on her swollen lips and clitty, brought with it a surge of white heat which tore through her, right to the very tips of her toes and the ends of her hair. She screamed, then sought to muffle her cries in the bundled garment which she still clutched in her hands. He paused for a moment, then struck her again. Then once more, and her release burst forth. She could not control it, nor could she manage to plead for respite. It was here, done, and she was swept up in it.
Only as the waves of pleasure receded, as her pussy throbbed with the residual shock of his treatment, as her inner walls clenched on nothing, only then did he sink his solid length into her.
She sighed, and rubbed her cheek against the upholstered seat as he leaned over her. His chest rested on her back, his arms encircled her. He was solid, powerful, and she was his to control. He would do as he wished with her, how he wished and where he wished, and she would not say no. She would never say no because he was her strength, her courage, her anchor. The McGregor was her master and she would have it no other way. She acknowledged that truth as he thrust into her. His thick cock stretched her entrance, he filled her utterly, and she felt safer, more secure than she ever had in her life.
Passion flared and she clawed at the seat. He took her hand in his.
“Easy, little one. I will not harm you.”
“I know. I know that. I… I love you, Blair.”
“Hmm, and I love you also. But you know that, too, eh?”
