Page 58 of Claimed by the Clan Chief

He drifted his touch up her opposite arm, then moved her wrists so they were touching.

From somewhere he produced a length of black silk. He wound it around her hands, her arms then the slatted head of the bed. “If ever you think of your wrists being bound, this is what you think of, nothing else.”

For a horrible moment the memory of the ropes tying her to the stake flashed through her mind.

“Isla.” He frowned.

She pushed the image aside. “Aye, I can do that.”

“Good. That’s what I wish.” He continued to secure the ribbon.

A shiver attacked her belly and went down to her pussy. Her ass trembled around the plug.

What has he got planned for me?

He moved to the end of the bed, then removed his kilt. His cock sprang up, hard and dark, the end glossy.

He spotted her watching him. A smile creeped over his face. “Like what you see?”

“Aye.”

“Me too.” He folded his kilt. “Open your legs. I wish to see the treasure you have there.”

For a moment she hesitated, then she did as he’d asked, spreading her legs wide so her pussy, and no doubt the bejewelled plug, was on show.

“Very good,” he said, his eyes glistening. “Stay that way.”

As he lay his clothing over the back of the chair his erection bobbed. He went to the bed and washed his hands, splashed some water on his face as though he’d become hot during his disciplining of her.

Isla’s heart rate picked up. She wanted him to make love to her, the way he had on several occasions. Would he do it with her hands harnessed this way?

He came and laid on the bed next to her, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight.

“I’ll never leave you unguarded again,” he whispered, tracing a circle around her left nipple with the tip of his index finger. “I promise.”

She caught her breath as her nipple puckered and tightened. Her entire breast was now heavy with need.

“I want to worship you this way every night.” He ducked, took the nipple into his mouth and gently sucked.

Her instinct was to slot her hands into his hair, but when she moved her arms they were of course trapped. Moaning, she bowed her body, pressing closer to him.

He scooped her breast into his hand, feeding her into his mouth. She was aware of his teeth, his tongue, the soft sucking.

She pressed her legs together, unable to keep them spread wide any longer. The need was building. “McTavish,” she gasped.

He switched to the other breast, giving it the same luscious treatment.

She was becoming mindless with want. “Oh, please.”

He lifted up and kissed her, settling over her body as he did so.

His chest pressed against hers as she drew up her knees to hug his hips. The plug moved and she caught her breath.

“This will be tighter than usual,” he said, angling his cock at her entrance. “With your rear hole already full.”

“I understand.”

Can I do this?

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