Behind the Plaid (26 page)

Her smile upon seeing me had made my chest constrict, another problem. Desire was fine. But fear, happiness, needing her, those were feelings I wasn
a truly willing to accept, and yet they’d swept inside me and taken me hostage. And I did have to punish her. The men needed to see that a visitor, let alone a female, couldna overrule me. There were enough traitors in our midst. The last thing I needed was for word to swirl in their degenerate ears and then have to deal with the consequences of not humiliating Emma.

No one had to
know what my punishment entailed. They just had to know I was doling it out. By the Saints, I was going to enjoy this punishment.

I pinned Emma to the bed, straddling
her ribs and restraining her arms to her sides. She looked up at me eagerly, licking her lips and trembling beneath me. The lass was going to like her penance just as much as I did.

My cock was hard as stone, had been since she’d graced the front stairs of Gealach. I ripped my shirt off, not caring th
at the torn fabric couldna be repaired. I was hot, so damn hot, and I wanted her to see my skin, wanted to watch her eyes dilate as she took me in. I wasna disappointed. Emma could not hide her reactions from me. She was hungry for me, and she squirmed, trying to wriggle free so she could touch me.

I laughed and shook my head.

“Nay, Emma. Ye canna touch.” I unhooked my belt, slid the leather over her cheekbones, snapped it together in the air and watched her gasp, but I tossed it aside. I’d tan her hide another day. Today I had something else entirely in mind. With the removal of my belt, my plaid started to unravel. I removed it from my hips and tossed that too, the fabric rustling as it descended to the floor. Naked, save for my boots, my cock rested full, hard on her chest. I wanted her naked, too.

I pulled the
sgian dubh
from my boot, slid it flat side over her chest to the fabric of her bodice, and then cut.

Emma gasped. “What are you
doing?”

“Undressing ye.” I slit the gown down to her waist and wrenched
the fabric open. I put the knife back in my boot, and resisted the urge to groan when my cock rested on her hot flesh. Much better.

Again she licked her lips, eyes wide and riveted to my shaft. She wanted it as much as I did.

“Did ye hear what I said about your punishment?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Tell me.”

“I will pleasure you and you alone.”

I grinned and nodded. “Ye canna touch yourself either, lass. And ye canna touch me.” I leaned close, tugging on her lip with my teeth, and then I kissed her, hard, demanding, tongue thrusting. She gasped and writhed just from a kiss and I could smell her desire. Already she was ready for me. Wanted me. One of the things I liked about her so much—her raw, passionate response. Emma had been so timid when she first arrived, but I’d unleashed the true nature of her being. Set her free, and now she was mine to play with. And in turn, she wreaked havoc with my bearing.

I pulled away, leav
ing her panting. A drop of moisture beaded the tip of my cock. “Have ye ever sucked a man, Emma?”

I’d waited so long for her to touch me. To make love to her. This would be the ultimate test. To have my cock inside her mouth, to force myself to wait until the last possible minute before I came. To not enter her slick, hot cun
ny. I hardly ever let a woman finish me with her mouth, I liked to come when I was pounding away, her legs wrapped around my hips. But with Emma, everything was different, a challenge.

Emma nodded, fear flashing in her eyes. I hated to see her scared. I wanted her willing, eager.

“Your husband?” I asked.

She nodded. I need not
to have asked the question. He was the only man she could have been with and the one who’d brought fear into her beautiful eyes.

“I am nay your husband,” I said, surprised by how gruff my voice sounded.

Emma’s gaze flew to my cock and her mouth parted. A fresh surge of yearning made me even harder, and it was an effort not to press the tip to her luscious lips.

“I know you aren’t. I trust you,” she whispered, eyes darting back up to mine. The fear was gone, replaced with anticipation.

I smiled, stroked a hand over her cheek, my thumb over her bottom lip. Her breath was warm on my fingers, lip soft. I groaned and lifted up on my knees, my cock so close to her mouth. Another hot pulse of longing.

“I want ye to suck me.”
My eyes grew heavy as I watched her. Waited for her agreement. I would never do anything she didna want to.

Emma smiled, shyly at first
, and then full on wickedly. “I’ve dreamed of doing just that since the first time you put your mouth on me.”

A shiver stole up my spine. “Open your mouth.”

She licked her lips and then opened her mouth. I dipped the tip inside, feeling the heat of her scorching tongue flick over my bead of moisture. She wrapped her lips around me and sucked me in further, then I withdrew. In this position, Emma was helpless. She couldn’t bob up and down, I was the one who set the pace, and it was a test of trust for her and test of control for me, because I could go deep and fast, choking her. Neither of us wanted that. But the thing we each struggled with, the thing that drove us, this was what this was about.

H
er punishment. And my pleasure.

I moved slow, flexing forward and pulling back. Hard, so bloody hard. Her mouth was exquisite, her suction divine, and I felt close to exploding every time she swirled
her delicate tongue around the head, up and down the sides.

Emma was a natural at sucking cock, and I told her so. “God, lass,” I moaned, guttural and deep. “Just like that.
Suck it hard.”

Lifting her head she
drew me in even deeper, telling me with her actions that I was going too slow, but I refused to pick up the pace. I couldn’t risk hurting her, letting myself get so out of control that I fucked the breath from her. This was about control, and even though the slide of her velvet tongue had me clamping my jaw so hard, I was likely to not be able to move it tomorrow, I didna care.

I gripped the top of the headboard, wood digging into my fingers and palm. My thighs shook from the effort to slide in and out of her mouth at a slow pace. Beneath me
, she trembled, had somehow maneuvered her hands enough to grip my calves. Her nails dug deep as she clenched onto me. But she followed the rules and didna touch herself. Around my cock she moaned while she sucked, enjoying this excruciating torture as much as I did.

No doubt her
cunny was drenched, slick as a loch and pulsing, clenching for me to do something to relieve her, bring her to fruition. But I wouldna. That was the ultimate punishment. I was going to leave her wanting, craving, and demand she not satisfy herself. I wanted to know that with each step she took, each pulse of her hot little pleasure nub, she thought of me and what I could do. And tonight, I would come back, and make sure she climaxed until she could no longer see straight.

Thinking of my plans, of her reaction, I unintentionally increased my pace. Not too much, but enough of a fraction that Emma went wild and sucked me deeper, swirled that to
ngue with even more enthusiasm. I was close. My sac tightened, cock grew longer, and intense pleasure gripped me at the base of my spine. I needed to gentle the pace.

“Slow down, lass,” I groaned, forehead hitting the headboard. I closed my eyes, sucked in air. I had to calm down or it would be over in seconds.

Thank God, she held back, lapping at me languidly. My flesh felt heavy, and sparks of pleasure fired from every inch. I wasna sure how much longer I could hold on. Testament to how much of my control evaporated when I was around her. My hands dug into the headboard. Boots dug into the bed. Hips ground at a tortuously slow pace. I wanted to yank my cock from her mouth, spread her thighs wide and drive inside her slick, tight sheath. Pound my way to heaven and take her there with me.

I started to sh
ake all over, my groans loud as perspiration trickled along my spine and temples. The sweat was cold where it slid down my overheated flesh. With each thrust forward, Emma managed to wriggle her arms a little freer and damn if she didna grip her slim fingers to my arse. Her nails dug in, pulling me closer. My cock buried into the back of her throat and she groaned, vibrating my entire insides. A twinge of heated sensation. I was so damn close.

With her encouragement, I thrust a little faster, not
harder, but faster, hips pumping forward. Her suction was perfect. There was no going back. Not now. It appeared the only one of us who passed this test was Emma. I was full on losing the upper hand. And she was full on trusting me.

I shook the headboard in an effort to
gain some control, but it didna work. I was no match for her greedy, naughty mouth. She only drew me in deeper, licking me into oblivion.

Overwhelming sensation took hold, radiating throughout all of my limbs and the force and power of it centering in my cock. My mind went blank to everything save the ple
asure she gave me, and the explosion that rocked me the center of the Highlands and back. A roar left my lips that shook the room, and Emma’s grip on my arse tightened. She sucked every last drop from me, murmuring encouraging words around my cock.

When had she become the temptress? I suppose the moment I let her take
the lead in our little game. It was supposed to be about my control, and her punishment, but instead I think she disciplined me by taking my power away. I’d never lost command like that. Never had a climax that made me lose my mind. Only with Emma.

I didn
a like having the feeling as much as I enjoyed experiencing it.

A total contradiction.

Pulling my cock from her mouth, I stood on shaky legs from the bed. Hands on my hips, I looked up to the ceiling, taking long breaths and trying to slow my racing heart. Stop my limbs from shaking. Looking over, seeing the cut of her gown, her soft breasts exposed with tightened nipples, swollen red lips, my cock grew back to life.

I couldn
a get enough.

Emma smiled slowly. “I like your idea of punishment.”

I stalked toward her, slipped my hand up her skirts until my fingers met the treasured slickness I knew was there. “Nay, Emma, this is your punishment.” I drove my fingers inside her, reveling in her parted lips, seductive moan and rocking hips. “Ye seek climax.”

She nodded.

“But ye must wait.” And I had to taste her.

I flipped her gown up, and she spread her thighs without me having to tell her,
proof of her eagerness for me to taste her flesh. She was slick and clean, not a speck of hair on her pink lips. God’s teeth… I held my breath as I stared at the beauty of her bare cunny, and then I glanced back up.

“Do you like it?” she asked. Doubt danced in her eyes.

“Verra much,” I growled, then brought my mouth down on her heat. Her soft lips met mine, and I delved my tongue inside to find her little nub of pleasure, reached my hand up to tweak her hardened nipples as I lapped at her cream. Her moans were loud, and gasps aplenty.

Her thighs quivered, and her hands dug into my hair, tugging, nails scraping. She was close. Already on the verge when I first licked her. Only a few more laps and she’d be breaking apart. That was her punishment.

I pulled away, her sex gleaming with a mixture of her own juice and my mouth. Her eyes were dark, lips pouty.

“This is your punishment, Emma.” I yanked her gown down, swooped down to kiss her mouth. “I want ye just on the verge of coming. I want ye to think about me and my cock the rest of today. I want ye to think about what I’m going to do to ye tonight. Dinna touch yourself like I showed ye how. I want ye in this room, thinking, slick and hot and waiting for me.”

She whimpered, and bit her lower lip. “Don’t make me wait.”

I laughed wickedly and gazed into her eyes. “
But, lass, I told ye, ye needed to be punished for putting my men in danger.” I slid the backs of my fingertips down between the valley of her breasts toward her navel. Emma clamped her thighs tight, the expression on her face one of exquisite, passion-filled torture. “Dinna fash, the punishment will be well worth it. That I promise.”

I loomed over her again, kissing her languidly, then I whispered, “Your mouth is temptation itself. No one’s ever made me come so hard. No one, Emma.”

Before I said too much, confessed how much she’d made me lose control, I slipped from the room.

Chapter Twenty