A Legend Arises and Accomplished

by Brynn Paulin

  “Hardly.” Grasping her waist, he pulled her down. “You are a naughty wench—”

  She heard his next words in her head, remembering them as he said them now. Perhaps you need a thrashing.

  Jesus, Mary and Joseph. How could she know he was going to say that? And why on earth did it fill her with such anticipation? As he said it, her body wept, pouring forth the honey which longed to coat him. She bit her lip then perched on his knees. He pulled her back so her ass cradled his rigid cock and her knees were spread wide around his. “Lean forward and rest on the desk,” he said.

  Crossing her arms on the desk she did as he bid. “Which should I look at first?” she asked.

  “Probably, the notebooks. Start with the red one. That’s my mother’s account from thirty years ago.”

  She felt him watching her as she opened the one he indicated. Alec turned eight months old today. It’s strange. His first word was Emma. Emma? I had always hoped he’d say mama first. Further along she found accounts of a young Alec telling his mother about knighthood and life in the middle ages and…Emma. He insisted his name wasn’t really Alec. It was Ailig, but his mum could call him Alec if she really wanted to. He just wanted to set her straight.

  Emily turned and looked at him. “You’re Alec.”

  “I probably should have already told you that—before we slept together.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Emily,” she said before turning back to the notebooks, opening the second and Alec’s accounts of past life regressions. She turned to the most dog-eared section, finding more about Ailig and Emma. She couldn’t believe what she was reading. If it didn’t exactly match what she’d been writing in her notebooks and manuscript about Emma and Ailig, she’d think he was playing some sort of elaborate joke on her. As it was, her stomach was churning and her head throbbed with tension.

  These missives…the recollection that had hit her so hard…the instant attraction. “What does this mean?” she asked. Could she really take this at face value?

  Alec opened the heavy book and showed her a short passage about Sir Ailig Bennett.

  She shook her head, disbelief settling in. “I must have read this somewhere in school.”

  “Emily,” he chided. “All those details? Look at this passage? It’s less than ten lines long. A blip in history. I guarantee you, you won’t find more elsewhere. What you’ve written covers far more than this.”

  “Maybe,” she hedged, unwilling to admit he was right. “There’s something else. Something Ailig gave Emma. It’s not here.”

  She’d just written it this morning before she’d met him. A necklace, a oblong piece of Connemara marble wrapped in a spiral of silver. Ailig had given it to Emma after they’d first made love.

  “You mean this?”

  Dread filled Emily as Alec flipped through the pages, stopping near the end of the notebook with his past life work. He pointed towards a passage. Reluctantly, she read.

  I hit on something significant today. I don’t know why, but it gutted me to remember it. I gave her a necklace. I’d gotten it on my travels to Ireland. A perfect piece of Connemara marble. Silver twisted around it like a lover’s embrace. I knew it was perfect for her. On the journey home, the group I travelled with met with a band of gypsies. The others wanted nothing to do with them. Leaving my friends in camp, I’d visited the band. An old gypsy woman met me as I entered the circle of their fire. She knew me. She knew Emma. She foresaw troubles for us, but told me all would be well. Then she asked me if she could bless the necklace with a Romini blessing—

  Emily looked up at him. “I need to leave.”

  “Stay. Please.”

  “Alec, this scares me.”

  “We’re meant to find each other again. You can feel it like I do. I know you can.”

  She could, but it didn’t freak her out any less. She closed her eyes. “You’re in love with Emma. I’m not Emma.” And if anything developed between them, he’d leave her for it. And she’d be abandoned once more. The best way to avoid that was to get out first.

  His arms tightened as if he realised her thoughts. “Let me get to know Emily, then. I’m not Ailig, either. I told you that earlier.” He pulled her back so she rested against his chest, her head next to his. His fingers went to work on the belt of the robe. Reflexively, she tried to stop him.

  “Hands on the armrests.”

  She froze, the same excited tremor from earlier travelling down her spine. What? Okay…behind her as he was he really couldn’t do anything. Trust him, her instincts urged. Damned never wrong instincts.

  “You like to be in charge of things,” she commented.

  “Yes. Does that bother you?”

  She moved her hands to the armrests. “Apparently not.”

  Aside from freaky coincidences and having to explain to her editor why she wouldn’t be delivering a book, she could play an exciting game with this man for the little while before she returned to the States. This dominance game did excite her.

  He tied her wrists to the chair with the ends of the robe’s belt. She tested the strength of the knots finding they held her secure. She swallowed as she felt blood rushing to her pelvis. Good lord, it made her hot. She squirmed against the evidence of his arousal.

  “Sit still,” he ordered.

  She yanked at the belt again. The plush didn’t give. “You’re just a good little Boy Scout aren’t you,” she quipped to hide her anxiousness. “I suppose you have leather cuffs upstairs.”

  “I might,” he replied. “Ailig and Emma enjoyed that. I figured if their souls ever found one another again, the new Emma—or Emily—might like that. I have a flogger, bindings, creams…everything.” He nipped her ear. “And I know how to use them.” His hand smoothed over her belly to her drenched pussy. “Does that excite you Emily?”

  She whimpered as his finger circled her clit. Her nails dug into the padding on the armrest. Her head tipped onto his shoulder as sensations rocked over her. “I’ve never tried any of that.”

  Two fingers penetrated her, working in and out. “But would you like to?”

  There was no question. Her thighs tightened against him, her feet looping around his calves as she fought to keep her legs open while release crept up on her. His thumb swept over her clit again.

  Did she want to? Did she want him to tie her down and have his wicked way with her?

  “Yes!” she gasped. “Yes, I want to!”

  He nuzzled her cheek, then kissed her neck before he brushed his lips over her ear, his breath stirring the tendrils of hair at her temple. “I want you to come first.”

  With the sensations railing through her, it wouldn’t be a problem. He pinched her clit and she arched, the streaks of pleasure not quite enough to send her over the edge.

  “More?” he asked.

  “Please, more.”

  “You like being a slave to the pleasure, don’t you? Knowing you will only climax because I let you.”

  Did he know how hot that was? His rough whisper in her ear aroused her almost as much as his touch and being exposed the way she was now. Anyone could come up the stairs and peer through the open office to the chair and get quite a sight of her pussy spread wide.

  “Please let me,” she said.

  “My lord,” he prompted.

  “Please let me, my lord,” she breathed, the impact of the title hitting her hard. Emma had addressed Ailig that way… A lord… Master of all he surveyed. And at the moment Alec had a pretty good eyeful of her. Her lord. Her master.

  He rewarded her by adding a finger to the two already driving into her. She spread her thighs wider to accommodate him. He lifted his free hand and cupped her breast. Catching her nipple, he rolled the supple flesh, pinching it until she cried out begging for more. A ragged line between her nipple and womb tugged with each pinch, each pull, each flick. Emily whimpered, begged, cursed as she bucked into his pistoning fingers.

  “Now, Emily. Now…” dropping his hand, he rubbed her clit while he
continued to finger-fuck her. “Now. Come for your lord.”

  Her body went rigid as release streaked through her, twisting through her limbs as she screamed and flooded his hand with her cream.

  “Good girl,” Alec rasped. “Now, upstairs we go.”

  Emily vaguely realised he’d unfastened the belt from her wrists and dropped the entire robe to the floor as he lifted her and carried her back upstairs. Leaving her standing in the middle of the room, he walked to the bureau. She bit her lip wondering what was next.

  Alec turned with a set of leather cuffs in his hands. “Be very sure.”

  She took a deep breath and swallowed, never taking her eyes from him. She’d heard of women going to ‘dungeons’ to be dominated by the Doms there. Was this any different? It was practically anonymous sex if she discounted eight hundred years of supposed history.

  “I’m sure.”

  “Hands behind your back,” he ordered.

  Excitement riffled through her. If he hadn’t had her flooding her pussy downstairs, she certainly was now. She put her hands behind her and turned her back towards him.

  “I didn’t tell you to turn,” he growled.

  Her eyes went wide as he clipped the cuffs on her wrists. He leaned forward. “Are you so anxious to feel my flogger?”

  Actually? Well, kind of…

  She shook her head, suspecting in this game she was supposed to keep her mouth shut.

  He traced the crevice dividing her buttocks. “Have you ever…”

  She shook her head again.

  “Do you want to?”

  Did she? She nodded. She was game to whatever he wanted.

  “Not today, love. But I have a nice plug we’ll try.”

  Emily nodded more eagerly. “Yes.”

  “Strike two.”

  Cool. No…not cool. Shit! What the hell did she want?

  “Go to the bed and bend over the side.”

  She blinked. Bent over the side, with her ass in the air—

  “Move it,” he warned. He shook his head. “You really do want the flogger, don’t you?”

  Emily scrambled across the room and bent over the bed. She closed her eyes, so freaking aroused she thought she might climax from the rub of the bedspread against her nipples. Alec followed behind her and knelt. She felt his shoulder against her leg as he fastened a leather shackle around her ankle. A moment later, he secured the other ankle and she discovered there was a bar between the two cuffs keeping her legs apart. In her position—and in his—there would be no mistaking the cream which must glisten on her folds.

  Alec leaned forward and dragged his tongue over her pussy. “Delicious. Too bad you’re so naughty.”

  “I’m sorry, my lord,” she whispered, desperately wanting more of his attention.

  “Too late, love. Now you get to feel my flogger.” He leaned over her, pushing her hair over her shoulder, then pressing a kiss to the back of her neck. “If you wish me to stop, you have only to say ‘eternity’.”

  She swallowed, afraid of what was to come yet wanting it. She’d studied BDSM for a book she’d written, and it had turned her on more than she could have ever believed. She’d never imagined that she’d participate in any of the activities she’d researched.

  He dragged the tails of the flogger along her back. Satisfaction filled her. She knew enough about this game to know it gave the Dominant satisfaction to have his woman submit. That was the beauty of the D/s relationship. Power exchange…she was giving up hers to him, yet through that it was within her grasp to give or withhold his gratification. Alec’s pleasure was in her hands as she opened herself for him.

  Had Emma felt such fulfilment when she’d bent for Ailig?

  Emily shivered with excitement. Despite her instincts about her safety, the danger of her situation sent a thrill through her. The flogger was meant to bring pain…

  The tails left her back as Alec drew back his arm. She stiffened, anticipating a sting across her ass. Instead the ends of the flogger landed with a slight thump…no pain just the jolt of impact. She moaned at the naughtiness of it all. Another blow landed and another, each with the same force.

  Emily relaxed, and illicit delight settled in her. Yes, this was good.

  Abruptly, Alec paused. His hand slid over her ass, his fingers trailing over her. “Hmm…” he murmured. “Nice and warm. Starting to pink. Definitely ready for more.”

  A sudden stroke of the flogger stung across her buttocks. Emily yelped as the pain shocked through her. Again it came. Again. Tears stung her eyes and she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out as the tails of the lash splayed across her behind. She’d wanted this. She’d nearly begged for it.

  “Please,” she whispered. “Please, my lord.” Yet she wasn’t sure if she wanted him to stop or if she wanted more. Heat radiated through her, stoking higher with each impact. By the time the fifth stroke had fallen, prickling sensation fully engulfed her pussy. Sweat beaded on her skin as her body heated. Her cream flooded her folds. She needed him to stop and put his cock in her. She needed to be fucked harder than anyone had ever fucked her.

  Another moan welled inside her, unlike any before. The pain from the flogging mutated. Warmth and ecstasy radiated to her womb, coiling within her, driving her to lift into his strokes. Her breasts rubbed against the bed as she moved. She imagined it was his, that his chest hair abraded her nipples.

  Pleasure hummed along her skin as she grew wetter, each lash burning so sweetly into her skin. She jolted in shock when something cool and wet pressed against her anus. Slowly, it pushed inside, burning as Alec breeched her virgin entrance with the plug he’d promised earlier. Her scream was muffled by the blankets. Her fingers clenched behind her. Even as the pain assailed her it transformed into a dark paradise she’d never encountered. She closed her eyes, taking shallow breaths through her slightly parted lips.

  “Stay with me, love,” Alec ordered.

  Her lips twisted upward, but she kept her eyes closed. Every part of her just felt so…good. “I’m with you, my lord.”

  She heard his disbelief in the noncommittal sound he made. A buzz throbbed through her senses. A moment later, the head of a wide vibrator pressed against her drenched pussy. The tip rotated, corkscrewing into her tight sheath.

  “My lord!” Emily cried as it bumped over and over into her g-spot. Spasms racked over her body, the need to orgasm catapulting through her body. Her legs trembled, fighting the bar he’d placed between them. She reached for her release, needing it to nourish her empty soul. Yet, every time she’d nearly reached it, he shifted, withdrew or slowed. For how long he tormented her, she didn’t know. Minutes. Hours. Seconds.

  She just wanted to fucking come, damn it.

  Suddenly, Alec ripped away the vibrator and surged into her with his own, much wider cock. Fire roared through her body, licking her nerve-endings with its inferno as she convulsed. He filled her. He fixed her broken pieces. He completed the soul she’d thought empty. His cock pressed into her, crowded by the butt plug and her compressed muscles.

  She howled as release crawled over her, yanking at every tense knot within her. He reached around her and pinched her clit as he continued his powerful thrusts. With a tug, he prolonged her release, heightening the pleasure.

  His rod slammed into the back of her channel as she flooded around him. Tears streamed down her face from the overwhelming release. She strove to stay with him, to offer herself for his pleasure. She was his vessel for his satisfaction. Could he feel the ripples of orgasm still flowing through her, still gripping his cock to suck his essence from him?

  He settled his hand on the small of her back as he rode her. Yes. Yes. Use me for your pleasure, my lord. An unexpected orgasm powered through her at the thought. Her pussy closed around him, the friction devastating anything she’d held back.

  “Oh God, love. Yes. Milk my cum from me,” he growled.

  “Yes,” she sighed. “Fill me, my lord. I’m yours.”

  Alec t
hrust deep. Burning pulses of seed inundated her womb, filling her and seeping around his cock as he came to rest over her.

  They both breathed heavily, gasping for breath. Her shoulders burned as he released the cuffs then the shackles on her ankles. She gritted her teeth against the pleasure-pain of the plug removal. Even though their combined releases filled her, she imagined him taking her there as well.

  A tendril of desire rekindled in her middle. Was this what it was like to truly connect with someone else?

  Alec gathered her against him and carried her to rest with him against the pillows. “Are you okay?”

  “Mmm…yeah.” She trailed a finger over his damp chest. “Calling you my lord seems so natural.” She bit her lip. “Almost too natural.”

  “No one else has ever called me that.”

  She looked at him inquisitively while she ruthlessly squashed an uprising of jealousy. Of course there had been other women. Besides, what right did she have to possessive feelings? She’d known him for mere hours. Hours! Sweet heaven. It felt like a lifetime…or more.

  “Master,” he supplied, answering her unspoken question.

  “Master?” She fought a giggle. Why did it seem so natural to call him my lord, but master made her laugh? Because Emma had called Ailig “my lord”. Only, Emma and Ailig hadn’t played BDSM games the way Alec did—

  Oh come on. Now she was comparing her life to fictional characters? They’re not fictional, Emily. How much proof did she need? Alec’s journals matched her notes. The recollections hitting her like freight trains. She knew strange things existed in life—her visions, for instance. The concept that Ailig and Emma had once lived and could now be her and Alec was sinking in. It didn’t seem nearly as strange now as it had at first.

  “I shouldn’t write my book,” she said suddenly. “I came to England to feel closer to Emma and Ailig, so I could have a better feel for creating their characters. I guess I was a lot closer than I thought. But…if they’re real people, I can’t write about them as if they’re fictional characters.”

  “Why not? You saw the account of their life. It was more political than personal. No one knows the details of their life. No one but us. Write their story. Give them a happily ever after.”