Dragon's Mate [Cairgorm Dragons 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free PDF

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    “Well, you have failed signally to bring me any information, so punishment is due.” 
    Ciarda was incensed. Now he was going to punish her. She supposed she’d better play along, so she fell to her knees and raised her clasped hands in suplication.
    “Please, my lord, don’t punish me. I’m your faithful slave. I will go again to visit Eilidh to see if I can persuade her to tell me what’s going on.”
    Her protests were halfhearted. She well knew if he’d a mind to punish her, it was useless to protest, beg, or plead. He would do it, morover, she would enjoy it! She loved the pain he inflicted upon her. She’d been bored with Braemuir, who wouldn’t beat her, like Oidhche did. That’s why she’d left Braemuir to return to her dark lord.
    “Strip!” was all the answer she got.
    Hiding a smile of satisfaction, she stripped out of her clothes. He walked over to her, and took her by the hair. 
    “Bitch, you’ll pay for that smile. You’ll pay for leaving him and spoiling my plans! Did you think that I wouldn’t know you’d disobeyed me?”
    At that she trembled. So he’d known all along. How foolish I’ve been to believe otherwise.
    He dragged her, by the hair, to a post in the corner of the cave. He gagged her, and then he placed manacles on her wrists and hauled them above her head. He left her feet flat on the ground. She was glad of that, but she soon came to see it was for a purpose. He always had a purpose in what he did.
    “Bend forward and stick out your arse,” he ground out.
    When she didn’t move fast enough, he gave her a sharp cut with the cane he now held in his hand. 
    “You won’t move out of position. You will remain with your plump arse, presented for my attentions, or you will earn extras.”
    She noticed he hadn’t said how many. That was a bad sign. If he was in the mood, she was going to be very sore. Her nipples pebbled and the cream ran down her legs. He noticed.
    “It seems you are looking forward to this. Let’s see if you are still so happy by the time I finish.”
    The first cut of the cane caught her by surprise. She moved forward, realised what she’d done, and got back into position, quickly!
    He began to wield the cane with vicious efficiency. She felt the first dozen or so, then came the floaty, far-away feeling. She was in heaven. He can keep it up for as long as he likes, she thought. Then he stopped. He took up a paddle, released her arms, and arranged her over his knees. He pinched her bottom, making her squirm. Then he began to spank her, first with the paddle, then with his hard hand. It stung. It burned. She wriggled and tried to evade the worst of the blows, but he always connected with her sore behind. When he stopped, her bottom was red. It felt as if it was on fire. He asked, “Did you enjoy that?” He removed the gag so that she could answer.
    “No, lord!” she said.
    “Time to make amends,” he said, dragging her over to a bench. He tied her hands and arms behind her back and used rope to bind her breasts. The rope made a diamond pattern over her breasts and back and rubbed against her in a deliciously arousing way. He added a double strand of rope over each nipple, pinching them tightly. Then, he bent her over the bench, gripped her hips with both hands, held her legs together with his rock-hard thighs, and entered her. He was big and thick. In this position, with her hands and arms bound, she couldn’t move. He had all the control. He seated himself inside her. Then he began to fuck her hard and fast. This was not Braemuir. Oidhche had no consideration for her comfort, or her pleasure, although the rope was giving her some. The dark lord used her for his own pleasure. He didn’t care if she got release or satisfaction or nothing at all. Luckily, this time, he lasted long enough for her to attain her release. She felt the familiar tingles in her extremities, as he pumped in and out of her cunt. The muscles spasmed and