“Ye are so beautiful, Ella. I will dream about ye every night I am gone.”
His words make my heart swell with happiness, shutting out the sadness of his sudden departure. There is no chance to think further because the next sensation is the soft tickle gliding up the inside of my leg. It feels so good, I spread my legs more and lift my bum in hopeful greeting. But instead, I receive a stinging snap of the leather in the center of one unsuspecting cheek.
Oh my God!
It hurts, but I don’t have time to think about it as the next one lands on the other side, then another directly after that. Heat flashes through me as confusion takes over my brain. I know there is pain, and I know there is something about it I do not like, but the sensation that is without equal, that incomparable pleasure, blurs the edges between the two.
He gently sweeps the tassels across my hot skin, then moves to whip me again and again and again—my thighs, my bum—the heat blending, and I hear myself begging for more. Alasdair growls something in Gaelic and drops the crop on the floor. When he spreads my cheeks and buries his face in my cunny, I know I cannot stop the second orgasm from releasing, so I push myself to him, desperate for more.
“Bloody Christ!” I hear him yell as he grabs my arms from the post and throws me onto the bed. He is inside me before I can think, driving hard and fast, slapping my hot skin with his hand, digging his fingers into my tender muscles.
“Harder!” I hear myself scream as he falls to my back and latches his teeth onto my shoulder. My climax has yet to subside, and I feel myself going numb as he pounds harder and harder with each thrust. The sounds echoing around us are violent as we are ravaged by our need for more. It is a driving force that neither of us can control.
Then suddenly, I am floating, drifting in a pool of ecstasy as I listen to the echo of his cry, distant and haunting, an agonizing release.
I fight it, but there is no stopping my fall into the abyss. I call to him, but I do not know if he can hear me.I love you, Alasdair, I love you!I fear my voice is only in my head.
When I wake to the darkness of a moonlit room, I sit up and try to clear the fog from my mind. I look around, confused. Then, reality hits me directly in the chest. The wrenching sobs rip at my throat. It’s too late.
He’s already gone.