Chapter 7 #3
“Open for me,” he said as he touched her thigh, and when she lifted her leg he cupped her mound, sliding his fingers into her wet, clenching softness.
As she caught her breath he smiled a little.
“You didnae obey me when I commanded you hold back your pleasure. We must practice such so you may serve me as I wish you to.”
“Aye, my lord.” She caught her breath as he thumbed her sensitive clit with slow, light strokes. “I’ll try harder.”
He took out his fingers and moved his hand to her bottom, stroking the tight curves before following the seam to her rosebud. He rubbed his fingertips back and forth against that tight pucker.
“I own your arse as well.” He pressed into her there, using his finger to open her. “You’ve never taken a man here, aye?” When she shook her head he made a pleased sound. “I shall teach you how to accept me here.”
Was he trying to scare her off again? Not knowing had Rebecca so excited now she could hardly breathe. “Aye, my lord.”
“If I call the guard in the passage to come in and fack you while I watch?” Dorchad murmured, his mouth taking on that cruel set again as he kept fingering her bottom while he studied her face. “Shall you give yourself to him?”
All of her burning excitement abruptly collapsed into ash.
“No, I’m sorry. I can’t do that.” She didn’t know what answer he wanted from her, but she had to be as ruthlessly honest as he was now. “I don’t want to be with other men. I’m yours, and yours alone.”
“Good lass.” He bent down and gave her an astonishingly gentle kiss on the brow. “Rest assured, no other man shall take you for as long as I breathe.”
I passed that test.
Rebecca’s vision blurred as her eyes filled with tears.
This was the partner that Reuben had promised her she would meet someday, the man she’d almost given up on ever finding.
Maybe the cluet had brought her back to fulfill someone else’s wish, but Dorchad was the one who needed her.
Together they would be so happy, if she could just keep things as they were.
“May I ask for something, my lord?” As he nodded she looked into his unfathomable eyes. “Will you kiss me again, please?”
“’Twould seem you’ve a weakness for such.” He drew his hand away from her bottom, sitting up and pulling her onto his lap. “I shall fondle these sweet chebs as I do.” He took hold of her hand. “And you shall aid me.”
Rebecca glanced down as he pressed her hand under the slight curve of her breast so that she was lifting it for him, and then gasped as he pinched her hardened nipple.
He caught the sound with his mouth, stopping it with his tongue as he ravished her lips.
Being kissed and tormented by his tugging, teasing fingers brought her from the languor of satisfaction to the feverish ache of longing in an instant.
She didn’t mean to squirm but his touch was driving her out of her mind.
Somehow Dorchad lifted and impaled her on his swollen shaft, and began plunging in and out of her pussy as he kept kissing her. Being penetrated both ways nearly made Rebecca climax again, but then he lifted his mouth.
“Remember, you mustnae take pleasure of me again until I give you leave, bed wench,” Dorchad warned her, pushing her back on the bed and looming up over her. “Aye, now you ken. You must take all my cock in you, and receive all my seed before I permit you thus.”
“I can’t wait,” she said, whimpering as he thrust rapidly into her, fucking her so deep she wanted to scream. “Please, my lord.”
“You can, for me.” He watched her face as he pumped in and out of her, his hands twined with hers, and just as she thought she’d go insane he poured his seed into her with his final, deepest strokes. He put his mouth to her ear as he murmured, “Now, come to me.”
The climax that seized Rebecca flooded every inch of her; she thought for a moment her heart might stop from the sheer overwhelming delight of her release.
Yet as the waves of ecstasy poured through her Dorchad rode them, working his still-hard cock inside her, drawing out the pleasure until it was almost painful.
Only then did he turn to pull her atop him, their sexes still joined as she collapsed on his chest.
Everything that had happened between them tonight was more than she’d ever dreamed possible.
The sweat pouring off her skin should have embarrassed her, but the chieftain didn’t seem to mind it.
He rubbed her all over with his hands as if so delighted with her body he couldn’t stop touching it.
From his reaction to her it was as if everything was happening for him the first time, yet how could he be so good at making love without any experience?
Maybe he’s thought about it a lot like me.
“I terrify wenches,” Dorchad said, his voice little more than a whisper. “Before I joined the clan, I paid hoors to share my bed. Ever they looked away and took no pleasure in the act. You’re the first brave enough to come to me, and the only wench I’ve pleased.”
“Good.” She lifted her head to frown at him. “I’m not willing to share you with other women.”
“Greedy thing.” He brushed her curls back from her eyes. “What of the MacRune who wished for you?”
Rebecca kissed his chin. “He’ll have to ask the magic cloth for another girl.”