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breathing finally to settle, she cautiously reached for a sheet to cover herself; surprised and relieved that Alasdair did not prevent her from doing so.
    Alasdair surprised himself by allowing Isobel to cover her body, but his desire to further admire her bare body was, for now, outstripped by the brief possessive jealousy that passed through him as Douglas came towards them, his eyes fixed greedily upon Isobel. ‘What is it, Douglas?’ he asked curtly, stretching out and putting his arms behind his head.
    ‘Alasdair, if you are finished with your new pet for now, do you not think that maybe the rest of us could take a turn in punishing her for her disobedience?’ Douglas ran his tongue over his lips as he stared down at Isobel, for the thin white sheet did little to conceal the shape of her delightfully female form. ‘You seem like you need a rest after the battle and your exertions with the wench; and believe me, Alasdair, the sight of those lovely tits bouncing about as you spanked her buttocks is one you want to see for yourself!’
    Alasdair was torn. He was never normally possessive over his toys, but Isobel was different; perhaps it was because he had already decided that he would make her his wife, but he found that the thought of another man using her for his pleasure infuriated him.  Douglas’s suggestion was tempting, though – he had, by necessity, been deprived of that sight, and Alasdair felt his cock twitch and swell again as he considered allowing his friend to spank Isobel whilst he watched; the idea of seeing her take pleasure from the spanking was, he had to admit, greatly appealing.
    ‘Aye, go on then, Douglas,’ he agreed slowly, pulling the sheet away from Isobel and rolling her towards him to meet his possessive kiss. As he raised his head again, he saw the fear in her wide blue eyes as she stared up at him appealingly, suddenly alert and afraid again.
    ‘Alasdair, please, have you not punished me enough?’ Isobel shuddered anew as the irony of the situation struck her; she was looking to him for protection, the very man who had just raped her and had invaded her home, murdering and destroying all in his path. Still, though, Isobel found that she would far rather accept anything else he dealt her than to be handed over to Douglas as if she were nothing more than a toy for the men’s amusement.
    ‘No, Isobel, I have not,’ Alasdair replied firmly, taking his cock back into his hand as it began to throb. ‘You have been very wicked, my lovely, in defying me for so long, trying to humiliate me in the eyes of my men; can you imagine if I had failed to win Glen Carrick and its little lady? I would have been a laughing stock! I may have won, but that does not excuse you, particularly when you are still being so stubbornly defiant and refusing to confess your desire for me.’
    ‘But Alasdair –’
    ‘Enough argument!’ he said sharply. ‘Isobel, you are to be my wife, and my word is final! Douglas will do nothing more than spank your beautiful buttocks, and it is for my pleasure – if it makes it easier for you, just think of that, my Isobel, the pleasure it will give me.’
    Jerking his head, Alasdair gave Douglas permission to lift Isobel from the bed. Douglas’s cock was already standing hard and proud again, and he deliberately pushed it against the inside of Isobel’s blood-stained thighs as he loomed over her, chuckling cruelly as she flinched away and choked back another sob.
    ‘Nothing more than a spanking, Douglas, do you understand?’ Alasdair reminded him, his voice low and ominous as Douglas lifted Isobel into his arms. ‘She is to be my wife, after all, and I want there to be no doubt as to the paternity of any issue from her.’
    Douglas seemed to accept the excuse, for he reluctantly nodded, but the truth was that knowing the paternity of any child that Isobel would conceive was far from being the reason why Alasdair did not want anyone else forcing their cock into