Page 17 of Treachery in the Highlands
"Sure.Whatever you want."
Rachel hops off the bed, making her tits bounced wildly.I can't help groaning.Damn, I need to suck those little buds until she cries out.But I can't do anything.She tied me up, and I don't care.Rachel MacTaggart is so fucking beautiful, and her small yet plump lips make me want to claim that mouth and then that body.Damn, it's been too long since I had sex.Now I'm the secret boy toy of a medieval girl who treats me like I'm a curiosity.When she brushes her hands over her bodice, my dick twitches, and suddenly, I'm breathing harder.
She hunts around in a dresser drawer and brings out several ropes.Her naughty expression makes my breath hitch.But when she catches one corner of her mouth between her teeth, releasing it slowly, my dick twitches like it can't wait to be inside her.Climbing onto the bed again, she straddles my body with her hips and sets the ropes down beside her.
Then she takes hold of one rope with both hands, stretching it taut."Would you mind if I tie you up, Joey?"
"Don't ask, Rach.Command me."
"You want that?"
"Hell yeah, baby."
She bites her lip again, considering me while running her hands up and down the rope."After I've given you pleasure, mayhap you will do the same for me."
"You can bet on it.I'll fuck you like a maniac."
She leans forward, her breath hot against my ear."Then let the games begin, Joey Finnegan."
"You're awfully casual about having sex with a stranger."
Rachel bites her lip, letting it slide free gradually."I reckon I should be worried, but I...trust you not to hurt me."
I lift my head as much as I can while tied up."Rachel, that's not---"
She seals my lips with one finger."Shh,gràidh.Let me enjoy you."
How can I say no to that?She's the cutest sexpot I've ever met.I should turn down her offer to fuck me, but my brain shut down the second she said she wants to enjoy me.I've never had the best judgment when it comes to screwing women I barely know.But Rachel is the first girl who ever made me want to do that.
But I have to ask a question."What doesgràidhmean?"
"Darling."
She called me that?It's probably a term Scots use casually.
With deft movements, Rachel snatches up two ropes and loops them around my wrists, binding me to the headboard.The soft hemp fibers ensure I won't get chafed.Rachel's fingers trail down my arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake, and I grip the ropes harder.
"Is this too tight?"she whispers in her enchanting Scottish accent that makes me so hot for her.
"It's perfect," I growl, reflexively straining against the bonds.My cock feels like it might explode, that's how much I want her.
Rachel smirks, clearly pleased with herself.She reaches for two more ropes, this time securing my ankles to the bedposts.I'm spread-eagled before her, completely at her mercy.The vulnerability should terrify me, but instead, it only heightens my lust.Her fingers dance over my chest, teasing and exploring, dipping into my navel occasionally and generally driving me crazy.I lift my hips, desperate for her to remove my bonds and touch her, but she tuts softly.
"Patience, my gallant time traveler.Good things come to those who wait."
Rachel's nimble fingers work at the button and zipper, her movements torturously slow.When she finally peels the denim down my thighs, I blow out a relieved breath.
Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of my fully aroused cock waving before her.She stares at it, her eyes wide and her chest heaving.A sexy blush stains her cheeks."My, my, what a magnificent beast you are."
I can't help the cocky grin that spreads across my face.Not that I wanted to stop it."Like what you see, my dirty-sexy Highland beauty?"
She drags her tongue across her lips, back and forth, back and forth.
I grit my teeth, fighting against the primal urge to break free of my bonds and take Rachel right here and now.But I force myself to remain still, to let her explore my body at her own pace.Her delicate fingers trail along my inner thighs, making me hiss in a breath because this feels so damn good.
Rachel wraps her hand around my erection, sliding it up and down, up and down, driving me crazy.I let out a strangled groan.Her grip is tentative at first, experimental, but grows bolder with every stroke as she glides her tongue over her lips repeatedly.I think she wants to devour me, and I wouldn't mind that at all.But I can't stop myself from straining against the ropes, desperate to touch her, to kiss her, to flip her over and bury myself inside her until we're both spent and glistening with sweat.
"Rachel," I pant."Please, you're killing me."
