HighlandHeat

by Tilly Greene

  “Faster, please, faster,” she begged and tried to move, but all she could manage was a small rocking motion over his cock where it rested between her legs and the digits in her ass. The fingers stopped moving and stayed buried deep inside her as he softly swatted a cheek. It didn’t hurt, although the sound pulled her back from the edge.

  “Don’t move, sweetheart, stay still and take what I give you.” He softened the chastisement by dropping a soft kiss on the pinked spot.

  She felt him add more lubricant and work it down her back passage before he pulled his fingers free. Disappointed with their absence, she moaned because the right words to ask for their return didn’t come. Before the frustration could go any further, a solid object rested against the rose and pressed for entrance.

  “Push out, baby, push out and let the smooth egg-shaped metal ball in,” he whispered while holding her cheeks open. She loved toys. They added a new facet to her pleasure. “There you go, lovely. One more, there, that’s it. You’ll love these. They have a metal bead inside them that will drive you wild.”

  He grasped hold of both cheeks and moved them around while he rocked her over his hard-on. The two spheres knocked against each other and sent the internal beads he’d mentioned banging against the outer metal shells. They sent her lust skyrocketing out of control.

  “Oh Hamish, I need, oh shit, please—”

  Before she could finish telling him what she wanted, he was gone.

  “No!” she cried and continued to rock her body. Even though it was just a minimal movement, it was both enough and not nearly enough. Her small motion still managed to send the two anal balls knocking against each other and yet desperation to be filled controlled her mind. She needed to spread her legs wider, hands free, something to bring on a release.

  It was intense to be so frantic for an orgasm, especially knowing one was right there just beyond her reach.

  Damn! She suddenly realized she couldn’t do anything except wait for him to give her the pleasure she sought. He promised he would and she believed him.

  Grace tried to listen to what was happening around her, only couldn’t seem to focus beyond her body’s cry for satisfaction. There was nothing she could distinguish other than her own heavy breathing and the muffled sound of the two balls clanking against each other. Something was definitely happening in front of her, she could sense movement. Unfortunately everything was stifled, which meant she had no idea what it was or what to expect.

  “Here, lass, I’m going to help you stand up.” Again he stood behind her and, using his hold on her waist, lifted her to her feet and patiently waited while she gained her balance. Her arms hung down in front of her, loose and relaxed. Then the whirring began again and slowly her limbs rose above her head. She was startled, but the passion high she was on didn’t allow her to be concerned.

  A hard, hot body rested flush against her softer one. His stiff cock rode up from her ass to the center of her back, tempting her to ask him to bend his knees and thrust it deep inside her slit. The balls in her ass had settled, although she knew they’d knock again when next she moved and she would shift because she wanted to experience more of the decadent and erotic sensations this man offered.

  She couldn’t hold back the gasp when his hands came around and cupped her large breasts. His thumbs strummed the hard tips, bringing them to an even stiffer state. The way he played with her breasts was everything she enjoyed.

  “I adore your breasts, you should always be naked and their hard tips ready for my mouth or fingers.” Giving the two nipples a firm twist, he let them go and smoothed his hands down to her hips and moved away.

  “Hamish!”

  “Easy, my love, easy. I’ll not leave you unsatisfied.”

  “I know, but please—” She stopped speaking when they took a step forward together and she felt something hard push against her mound. “What?”

  “Shhh.”

  An indefinable sound followed by the now familiar whirring noise and her arms were being pulled forward. She had no means to protect herself from falling, but there was no need to worry, Hamish was there. Strong, capable hands wrapped around her waist and held her steady as her arms were pulled, bringing her upper torso down to rest against a smooth leather plane. When everything stopped moving, she was laid flat across a padded board that ran from before her mound down the center of her chest, leaving her breasts to dangle on either side. Her head rested in the center of a round cushioned donut-type shape. There was a memory of a padded bench that she’d seen resting against the wall, but hadn’t explored. This must be it.

  “Lovely.” Hamish’s hand stroked over her ass, pausing to give it a gentle swat. The two finger tap was enough to send the two eggs slamming against each other and the smaller metal beads knocking wildly against their confining space. She cried with frustration and pleasure.

  “Do you feel this, Grace?”

  She felt a thin plastic item moving from the back of her knee up her thigh before it slipped inward and teased the bare lips protecting her slit.

  “Yes, yes.”

  “This is the wrapper of the condom I’m putting on.”

  “Oh, yes, fine, but Hamish?” She heard the rip of paper telling her he was taking the rubber out of the package. Next she felt the slinky sheath dance over her ass before he moved, bringing his rod up to rest against her leg.

  “Yes, baby?” He answered and ensured she could feel him rolling the thin layer of latex over his hard-on.

  “Would you fuck me, oh man, please, just—” Before the words were fully out of her mouth, she felt the knob of his cock lodge itself in the opening of her slit.

  Finally, she thought, finally she was going to be sent to a place she inherently knew would be heaven and only he could send her there.

  Hamish looked down to where he teased a few inches of his cock in and out of her cunt. She dripped honey, coating his rubber-covered rod. For the first time in his life, he wished nothing separated his cock from a woman’s feminine clench. Especially this woman’s pussy.

  There was a need inside him to look into her face as he pleasured her, except he couldn’t, not tonight. Maybe never.

  Shit! Already he cared too much, his heart, mind and body, all knew she was his mate. Soon he’d have to jump that particular fence, see if he could bring her to his side for all time despite his more unique qualities. But right now he was in paradise and wanted to wallow in the pleasure they created together.

  The ram horns that had been pushing for freedom since he first set eyes on her had finally burst from his temples. Seeing her on her knees with his cock in her mouth was incredible. Feeling her suck him dry had been more than he could handle. They curled elaborately on each side of his head.

  There was no way to hide them, nor was this the time or place to tell her about them either. Nothing mattered right now except him and her. They were in a spotlight together and he could see his possession of her. It was a beautiful view. He chased all thoughts of the future away for the time being. He would have her, bound in the dark and facing away from him for hours, days, however long it took to ensure she needed him as much as he did her.

  With purpose and desire raging within him, he slowly slid into her channel. Nothing could stop him now from possessing her fully. In one steady stroke, he packed his cock inside her until he hit bottom. He nudged a bit further, allowing his balls to rub over her clit. Her very feminine reaction to the pleasure he gave her was exactly what he’d needed to hear.

  “Are you okay?”

  “So big,” she whispered on a groan.

  “Is that good?”

  “Oh yes, you fill me up.”

  “Your pussy grips me tightly, it’s fucking delicious. Now hold on because I’m going to ride your sweet body.” Warning given, he wasted no more time and worked on pleasuring them both.

  He started with a long slow pull until again, only the knob rested inside her wet heated opening. It was almost too much desire to handle and he
thrust back inside her tight clench. His balls rolled over her excited nub before he pulled out. In and out he plunged, over and over again because he had to. Grace herself inspired him to give more fully of himself than he’d wanted to before.

  On the next stroke, he swore he heard the eggs in her ass knocking against each other. They must be driving her wild.

  “Yes!” She screamed at the top of her lungs.

  “You’re so wet, easing my way through your tight slit.” She’d mentioned earlier how much she liked his dirty talk, so he kept at it.

  Already he was ready to blow. With each hard and fast thrust of his cock, he was closer to losing his control again and coming. Apparently having climaxed not too long ago hadn’t taken as much of the edge off his need as he’d wanted. Her tight, wet cunt captured him in its clasp when he returned and made it even harder to leave. He looked at his hands, large fingers spread out, clenching her delicate and soft ass cheeks. Manipulating the full globes kept the balls continuously shifting inside her back channel as he took her to the edge of sanity.

  “Uhhh. Ha-mish!”

  “Here you go, beautiful.” He jack-hammered in and out of her pulsing slit, using all his pent-up need to fully possess this woman.

  “I’m close, lover, so—uhhh!”

  “Let me feel you come. I want to know what it feels like to have you climaxing around my rod.” He thrust again, searching for more depth and when he found a small amount, filled it with his cock.

  “Yes! Ha-a-mish!”

  Her loud scream was music to his ears. The tight pulsating beat her slit treated his rod to as she orgasmed was all he could focus on. She said she was close to coming and she hadn’t been lying. He closed his eye and tried not to let it end so soon. Unfortunately, his actions managed to bring her climaxing grip more to the front of his thoughts and he was lost to its lure.

  “Oh shit, Grace!”

  Just like that his orgasm sneaked up on him. He threw his head back and thrust hard, trying to send his cock even further into paradise. He gloried in each throb of his rod as he came. The way he fit within her cunt, gripping and clenching around him, was like his soul was speaking with hers.

  A strong beating rhythm sent his cum to rest at the end of his condom. Even the thought of the barrier couldn’t diminish the pleasure he had shared with this woman.

  His woman.

  The satisfaction of coming inside her was intense and Hamish grunted with contentment. He leaned over, needing closer contact with her, but was careful to keep his horns from touching her in any way. He kissed a path along her delicate spine, cherishing her being there with everything in him.

  Despite enjoying their time together, he couldn’t stop the frustration at the limitations he was forced to endure with his mate finally in his arms. He wanted to rail against the injustice of his life, but didn’t. There was no way he’d waste a second of his time with her holding him perfectly within her body. Not on something he couldn’t change.

  Normally once his passion was spent, his horns would go down. Not so with Grace beneath him. He had a feeling that as long as she was in his life, they’d never be far from the surface. It was the nature of his beast to want to preen before his mate, show his prowess through the majestically curled horns.

  Chapter Seven

  An insistent thumping rode through her body. It eased its way into Grace’s subconscious and tried to gently pull her from sleep. Like most mornings, she was lying on her side, legs pulled up to her chest, hands folded together and sandwiched between her knees. Although she wasn’t quite awake, she knew something was different. That there was some reason why she should be up, she just didn’t want to.

  The pillow beneath her head was soft against her flesh, not like her favorite crisp cotton pillowcases. It was also fuller than normal. Usually, a heavy duvet covered her because she was always cold at night. While she dozed between sleep and wakefulness, it felt like there was nothing more than a light sheet covering her. Then she realized what was wrong. There was something resting against her back. That was definitely different and didn’t sit well.

  The inconsistencies kept nudging her before finally pushing the veil of sleep away.

  When everything pulled together and settled in her mind, she was wide awake, eyes open and staring into an abyss of blackness. Because she couldn’t distinguish anything clearly, she knew immediately that this wasn’t her bed or bedroom. She had sheers on her windows, so even on the dreariest of days there was some sort of light coming in. Things weren’t adding up and now she was worried, tipping ever closer to being scared.

  Where was she? What happened? Who was sleeping behind her? Did she know them? Should she scream for help? Would anyone come if she did?

  No answers came forward, just more questions.

  As the panic feeling grew, suddenly it felt like the oppressive blackness was going to swallow her whole. She had to move, find some light so she could figure out where she was and who was in bed with her. Stretching her legs until the toes pointed immediately brought everything she needed to know rushing back.

  Her entire body screamed, not with pain, but with remembered pleasure and that brought the memory of one very sexy man.

  Grace remembered most of what happened last night and she instantly relaxed. It must be him, Hamish Buchanan, sleeping behind her. The man had been amazing. He was everything she’d ever hoped to find mixed into one body. Surprisingly it had seemed as if he had a link into her soul. He’d been that in tune with her and everything she enjoyed.

  What she found hard to believe was that he was the same person who’d pissed her off at the charity ball. The man who’d perfectly seduced her was so different from any other she’d been with before and she wanted to spend more time with him. It was possible whatever was between them could go further than sex.

  There was, however, one thing she knew for sure and hoped to find a way to have it. She wanted more of the passion and caring he’d offered.

  As smoothly as she could manage, she scooted back to place her ass against his groin in a bid to encourage him to wake up. Grace wanted to feel his arms wrap around her, pull her closer to him and take her again. Maybe not exactly as he had before, she was still feeling a little sore, but there was no doubt in her mind he’d know exactly what she wanted.

  She kept moving back until it finally dawned on her that he wasn’t in the bed. Shifting onto her stomach, she reached a hand out to feel for him and found nothing except for a pillow tucked against her back. Grace looked around in the darkness and its thick inkiness left her disoriented. Eventually she noticed a sliver of light coming from what must be the door.

  Once she slipped her legs over the side of the bed and her feet sank into the lush carpet, she stood leaning against the bed for a minute until she had her equilibrium back. It was impossible to see anything in the room, although she distinctly remembered the light switch on the wall next to the door. If she could make it there and turn the lights on, she’d be able to find that man and remind him he’d made promises, like taking her without the blindfold on. Maybe he had, but she couldn’t remember him fulfilling it.

  Waving her hands blindly out in front of her, she carefully made her way toward the sliver of white coming in from beneath the door. Once she made it to the wall, she ran her hands from side to side, up and down until she found the switch and turned it on. Feeling proud of her accomplishment, Grace turned around with a smile and ended up with a frown on her face.

  Hamish wasn’t here, but resting on the chest were the clothes she’d stripped off downstairs. The man was definitely tidy. He’d folded each article perfectly and brought them up here. It was thoughtful, could even be viewed as sweet, except she didn’t see a note from him resting on top. Nothing telling her how much he’d enjoyed their time together or how he wanted to see her again. Not even a few words saying he was sorry for not being here when she woke up in a strange place and terrified.

  That was a big mistake on his part.
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  Suddenly she was starting to feel used for the sex, which in turn made her angry. Simply because she enjoyed allowing herself free rein when it came to her desire didn’t mean she went with just anyone. In fact, she was pretty strict about who was invited to share her body. One thing she required without a doubt was respect and this didn’t feel like respect.

  Picking up the pile of clothes, she made her way into the bathroom attached to the room and took a quick shower. Squeezing a dollop of tea tree and lime body wash into her hand, she held her head out of the water and scrubbed the suds all over. He’d mastered her body and teased her heart to come out to join the party. No man had ever done that before and she’d liked how it felt. At least she had until this morning when she woke up alone in the dark.

  Rubbing her hands over her body, she finished washing before turning the water off with a hard twist. Stepping out of the stall and onto a soft mat, she grabbed a large, soft, brown towel. She didn’t bother looking at or enjoying the sumptuous room. Instead she quickly dried off and ran her fingers through her hair before finally looking in the mirror.

  There were love marks visible where her shoulders and neck met. She remembered him spending a great deal of time with his mouth right there and she’d loved it, begged him for more. Seeing them and remembering how he’d thoroughly possessed her brought the passion right back on high. She wanted him all over again.

  Quickly looking away from her neck, she found red slashes of embarrassment, or possibly anger, marking her cheeks. There were also tears building in her eyes. If she let them, they’d start seeping out as well.

  Turning away from what she’d discovered in her reflection, Grace gave herself a firm talking-to. She would not feel ashamed of her actions. He was the one who should be embarrassed by his behavior. Even though she knew this, she found it difficult to accept. Damn it, the man was close to making her regret the time they’d spent together and she didn’t want to do that. She really liked him.