The Highlander’s Witch

by Jennifer France

  She looked at him and swallowed.

  “Tis yer choice. Decide now. Do ye stay an accept that ye relinquish all control or do ye say nay an I return ye to yer chamber?”

  Biting her lip, she took another quick look around before returning her gaze to his.

  Letting her hands fall to her side, she lowered her head.

  “You are my Laird and Master.”

  Aiden found himself inhaling after holding his breath, thankful at her trust in him.

  Standing straighter, he ordered the removal of her clothes.

  “All of them. Let there be no a stitch left on yer body.”

  Skye did as he instructed, struggling with some of the laces in the back, but finally the last garment fell to the cold floor covering the shoes and stockings she had removed first.

  Keeping her hands at her side and head lowered, she fought to keep from shivering in the cold room and started when his hand touched her shoulder then smoothed down her arm to take her hand as he lifted her chin with his other.

  “Ye will no hide yer face from me view. Keep yer eyes lowered, aye. Hide yer face, never.”

  Not bothering to wait for a response, Aiden led her to the wall near a table and reached over to pull a piece of fabric from the hook on the lower portion of the sconce and wrapped it around her wrists before raising them above her head and shackling each in hanging cuffs that kept her arms spread out.

  The feel of his warm hands smoothing over her skin only alleviated some of her fear when she saw things that looked like canes, whips, and floggers, draped over the table, so she kept her eyes trained on his chest.

  When his body brushed against hers, Skye gasped at the feel and inhaled his scent, closed her eyes, and allowed his smell to calm her.

  As his palms eased across her flesh, she opened her eyes and watched.

  His silence and stern features caused her nipples to ache surprisingly in need and when his large hands caressed her arms, she could feel the familiar roughness of his skin, remembering he was a hardened warrior who constantly proved he cared for her needs.

  There was no other place she would rather be but at this man’s mercy.

  Her breathing hitched when he did the same to her ankles, pulling them apart and enclosing shackles that kept her legs spread after he had wrapped them in cloth.

  Aiden had been unsure about her hairless body, but as he took his time skimming over the long smooth legs to the apex between them and seeing her wet lips that would have been otherwise covered, he decided he would have it no other way.

  Inhaling her fragrance, he traveled up her belly to her lower back as he stood.

  He had picked this area because the light from the torches clearly showed her skin tone and facial features and at that moment, he couldn’t be happier at the way her eyes were dilating and her breathing began to become heavier.

  “Who be yer Master?”

  Skye immediately noticed the lack of ‘Laird’ in his question.

  “You are my Master.” She whispered, enjoying the closeness of his body.

  The palms of his hands pressed harder as they moved over her flesh warming her. One hand rubbed against the fullness of her ass as the other speared its way through her trimmed curls as he brushed his fingertip over her clit, again liking how her woman’s folds were exposed.

  He watched her swallow and his hand slipped between her slit at the same time he swatted her ass.

  “Oh!”

  Her eyes flashed up to his in shock before she bit her lips and lowered them again, going insane as his finger had pressed further inside her when she jerked.

  Another smack on the other cheek had her rocking against the finger inside her, going from a barely held back whimper to a moan.

  Removing his fingers, he could not help himself when he cupped her ass and pressed her against him. When he felt her take a deep breath, he slapped her ass again then moved away from her.

  Skye inhaled his scent as he pressed her against his body and was unprepared for the third blow and then the rush of cold air over her warmed skin when he stepped away.

  Suddenly, she felt something strange tickling her back, like a dozen soft fingers caressing over her skin, causing goose bumps to skitter over her flesh.

  “This be called a flogger an ye shall feel its lash over yer body.”

  Skye stiffened then felt his body against her back, the hand holding the flogger came around her front to press into her belly.

  “Tell me why ye shall let me do this?”

  She frowned, not understanding how he could ask her that when it dawned on her that he wanted her to hear her own answer.

  “Because I trust you.”

  She blinked as those simple words rang with more truth than she could have thought possible and the tenseness left her body with her next breath.

  “Aye, an when ye call me ‘Master’ of yer own free will, I will ken this an more. An when that happens, there be no goin back.”

  Shaking her head in confusion, she frowned when he moved away, his hands the last to leave her skin as he brushed her hair over her shoulder.

  The flogger kissed her shoulders, heating her skin with each stroke. After the initial fear subsided, she could admit that it wasn’t painful. It actually felt wonderful, like soft thuds as it rained down over her back and buttocks.

  So began her journey of wonder.

  She couldn’t help the moan that escaped when he stopped and touched where he had struck her last, once again pressing into her body with his.

  His leg pushed between hers forcing them apart and she wantonly pressed down on his muscled thigh, rubbing herself against him.

  Placing the flogger over her shoulder, Aiden let the straps caress her breasts as his hands came up around her waist to cup her full globes and roll the hardened nipples between his fingers, causing her to arch into him and her head to fall back against his shoulder.

  Making sure he watched her body reactions to each strike of the flogger, he had to grit his teeth to remain in control as his own body betrayed the pleasure he was receiving from her movements, and when he pressed against her, he watched her face flushed and mouth slightly open in a gasp of pleasure.

  “That was the warm up.” He whispered against her neck.

  He took the flogger from her shoulder and held it over her back so the falls could tickle her body before he began again. This time, putting a little more force into the swing but not enough to cause more pain than she could handle

  Watching to see when she got to the point where she didn’t think she could handle another strike, he would stop and caress her flesh, kissing the spot as his hand reached around and squeezed her breast.

  Awash in sensations, Skye no longer wondered how the pain could be so pleasurable, even when the falls of the flogger came around to slap her breasts or between her spread legs, whipping at her pussy.

  The lash ignored no part of her body and when it fell on her backside, she pushed back and wiggled, moaning for more.

  Her mind could not keep up with the increasing heat growing inside her.

  Taking a deep breath, she released it slowly, letting her mind clear of all thought as her body took over.

  Several times, Aiden would run his hands over her skin as if checking on her, or taking her face in his hands to make her look at him.

  “Be ye alright, lass?”

  “Oh yes.” She breathed. “I feel . . . I feel . . .”

  She couldn’t think. Explaining things were too difficult. Aiden could see this and smiled, kissing the tip of her nose.

  Putting the flogger down, he wrapped her body into his embrace pulling her against his chest, a hand slipping through her hair to the base of her skull, grasping the strands to pull her head slightly back as his fingers sought her folds marveling over how wet she was.

  “Ye be soaked, mo leanabh.”

  Why she melted even more when he called her his ‘little one’ Skye could not say, she could only feel. Her skin so responsi
ve to his touch that her thoughts scattered and she moaned in fulfillment, leaning her head against his arm as he stroked her.

  “Oh, God.” She cried out when his fingers slipped inside her sensitive entrance. “Oh, yes.”

  Aiden ignored her whimpered protest when he withdrew his fingers and removed a small dagger from the back of his pants and placed the flat of it against her cheek as he tightened his hold on her hair.

  “Do not move.” Was all he whispered before turning the knife and carefully running the flat of the blade down her jaw to her throat.

  Oh my God! Her mind cried out as her body shivered, desire coursing through her veins.

  “What do ye feel, leanabh?”

  “Feel?” She gasped, eyes closed to the sensations.

  “Aye, what does yer mind tell ye as I press this blade against the fragileness of yer throat, knowin I hold yer life in me hands?”

  Skye tried hard to listen to his words, focusing on what he was doing and how it made her feel.

  “I feel possessed. Lost, needy . . . captured. And I don’t understand it.”

  Aiden watched a tear fall from between her lashes and smiled.

  “Ye doona need to ken, leanabh, ye need to just accept.”

  He gently licked the tear away then trailed the edge of his blade to her breast, following the curve to her distended nipple, careful of her heavy breathing and low whimpers.

  Stopping, he moved to stand in front of her, easing the pressure of his dagger until he was steady, once again his knee pressed between her open legs, never taking his eyes from her face.

  “Do ye wish me to stop?”

  “No, Master!”

  She stilled as soon as the words left her mouth and her eyes flashed open in surprise.

  A slow smile spread across his face and Skye forgot what she had said to cause it and blinked, holding her breath at the beauty that transformed his face from intent to pure male satisfaction.

  “Ye have pleased me, leanabh.”

  Suddenly, all she wanted to do was please him.

  Blushing, she lowered her eyes to his lips and licked hers in need.

  Gritting his teeth to keep from losing control, he eased back on the blade and pressed the handle against her mouth, his brogue thickened.

  “Hold it.”

  When she opened her mouth, he placed it between her lips, ensuring the blade would do no damage before letting go and stepping back, his hands smoothing over her cooling flesh.

  Skye watched as he unlaced his shirt, her mouth watering when his muscles rippled as he eased it from his shoulders and pulled it from pants that hugged powerful legs.

  Sweat glistened from the hard angles of his body and she ached to slide her hands over the hair that lightly covered his powerful chest and press her fevered body to his.

  All she could do was groan in frustration.

  Aiden gripped her hips after tossing his shirt carelessly to the side, his fingers digging in before easing his hold to come up and cup her breasts, squeezing her nipples as he pressed them together.

  Keeping himself from taking her was the hardest thing Aiden had ever had to do.

  He released her before he forgot his purpose, removing the dagger from her mouth and placing it on the table as he slipped behind her, nestling her under his shoulder as he gripped her neck, forcing her to lean against him, he then cupped her mound and pressed her to his swollen cock.

  Her eyes closed as soon as his hand encircled her throat, letting her body fall into his, not questioning the hold he had on her neck.

  “To whom do ye belong?

  “To you.” She sighed.

  He tightened his hold and bit down onto her shoulder causing her to gasp and try to move away.

  “Whom do ye belong to?” He repeated quietly.

  “To y-you, Master!”

  “There be no goin back.”

  Aiden eased his grip on her neck as he plunged two fingers into her wet depths, feeling her juices cover his hand.

  “Oh, God!”

  Skye had no idea that every nerve ending had made its way to her pussy and the sudden invasion of his fingers made her feel like she was about to cum. The sensitivity was overwhelming.

  “Please, I’m going to cum!”

  “Do no cum.” He demand, keeping his fingers deep inside her.

  Her breathing intensified as she tried to stop herself from going over the edge, his harsh command somehow helping.

  He felt her muscles gripping his fingers as she squirmed and when she settled down, he removed his hand and released her neck, smiling when she pouted at the loss of his touch.

  Hands kneaded her shoulders before he released her yet again only to quickly return with the flogger.

  Body on fire with a need for release, the kiss of the flogger became an added sensation to heighten her enjoyment as it traveled over her back. This time the strikes were falling harder . . . and she wanted it that way.

  “Yes, Master. Please.” She pleaded, unsure why and not caring.

  He brought the flogger over her reddened ass, down her thighs, calves, and back up, she leaned down to press her backside up, coming to her toes. She began to shiver even as she begged for more, the falls sometimes just skimming over her wet skin, the next time thudding. Her body began to hum and she felt herself drifting into a trance like state as a tear slipped down her cheek.

  She began to cry, the feelings too immense to contain.

  His body suddenly enfolded her heated flesh to his. His arm wrapped around her waist in a tight grip as the other encircled her neck and she soared higher, her head feeling like cotton. His hot breath caressed her ear and she shivered, her face flushed with desire.

  “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.r />
  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.