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her. Ignoring that unsettling realisation, he sat up and leaned against the stacked pillows, groaning softly as Douglas sat astride the stool and arranged Isobel across his lap.
    ‘How is your view of your lady, my friend?’ Douglas called across the solar, his large hands already roaming over Isobel’s buttocks and forcing her thighs apart as he teased at the folds between her legs with his sword-calloused fingers.
    Alasdair simply nodded gruffly, tensing up as Isobel cried out, but the sight of her so vulnerable and exposed, her full, pert breasts hanging down and resting against Douglas’s thighs was so darkly erotic that it was enough to quench his irritation that Douglas was touching her so intimately. To his relief, though, Douglas withdrew his hand, smirking down at Isobel as he reached one hand underneath her to tweak her nipples, wrenching another cry of pain from her lips before he took hold of her hair, pulling it back so that Alasdair could see her face before drawing his other hand back and striking her buttocks.
    The force of the blow was such that Isobel’s entire body jerked in response, her head arching back and her breasts slapping against Douglas’s broad legs, much to his evident delight, for she could feel his cock pushing roughly and swelling against her waist. Isobel heard Alasdair’s muttered curses and groans of delight, and she tried to focus upon that instead of the pain of the repeated blows she was being struck, willing herself not to react to them in the same manner that Alasdair’s blows had drawn from her.
    Douglas continued striking her buttocks for what seemed to Isobel to be an interminable period of continued agony, but finally, through the haze of pain, she heard Alasdair’s voice calling out again. ‘Return her to me!’ he demanded, for he was fast becoming convinced that, to his confusion, Isobel was drawing no pleasure this time from the blows she was receiving.
    Still pumping his hand furiously up and down his swollen cock, for another climax was torturously close, Alasdair lay down again and rolled onto his side as Douglas rose unsteadily and dumped Isobel back on the bed next to Alasdair before retreating to force another spurt of seed out of his own cock.
    ‘Isobel, my Isobel?’ Alasdair drew her up against his chest and held her tightly as a wave of silent sobs racked her body. ‘Did you not enjoy it this time, my lovely?’
    She shook her head, utterly at a loss to understand why she had not felt that delicious yet cruel clenching need in her core as she was struck; there had been no pleasure in the blows Douglas struck her, only pain.
    Alasdair smiled, thrilled that she responded so only to him. ‘Come, my lovely, let us see if your new-found apathy can hold out against me,’ he murmured, pushing her down and pinning her into the bed with the weight of his muscular body alone.
    Even if he had not been restraining her, Isobel was, to her consternation, coming to realise that she was powerless to fight against him in any possible way. Arching her back off the bed, she moaned loudly as Alasdair leaned his head down to draw one of her nipples into her mouth, the brief pain as he gripped it between his teeth and darted his tongue across it almost instantly receding to be replaced by that crippling pleasure that seared her entire body.
    Without even realising what she was doing, Isobel’s hips rose to press pleadingly against Alasdair’s cock, and he could not resist the entreaty. He did not hesitate or hold back. He thrust his cock into her again as far as he could go, groaning delightedly when her moans of pleasure increased rapidly in volume as her body began to convulse, betraying the fact that already he had brought her to another climax with less than half a dozen strokes of his cock.
    Unable to hold himself back, Alasdair gave himself over to his own pleasure and collapsed on top of Isobel as her eyes rolled back into her head, the fresh climax more than her