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"Where did I put those soft ropes?" asked Duff.

She shrieked and ran for the door. Duff caught her in one arm.

"Running away? I dinna think so."

Malcolm leaned on the bed and watched the two of them tussle. She kicked with her bare feet, but not too hard. She was also careful where she kicked.


"Aye, 'tis what I am."

"If ye tire her out we won't need the ropes," said Malcolm, taking his ease.

"I think 'tis time for a wee bit of learning," said Duff.

Kiera paused. "Learning what?"

"Who is the master."

She snarled, jerked, and got away. She stood there, looking for an escape route.

Malcolm loved the way her b.r.e.a.s.t.s quivered when she panted. He loved a lot of things about her, but that was as close to the word as he was getting.

"Now, wife, 'tis time to obey yer laird."

"No lairds in this chamber," she reminded him.

"Then ye'll obey yer husbands."

Duff caught her. He tossed her over his shoulder, doing it carefully, and carried her to the bed. Malcolm s.h.i.+fted to sit with his legs off the edge. Duff lifted Kiera off his shoulder. He flipped her so she landed belly first on Malcolm's lap.

"Thank ye, brother, 'tis perfect." Malcolm held her down with one hand on her back while Duff flipped covers over her legs to stop her kicking. She waited just long enough before realizing her predicament. She had an excellent shriek.

"We need tapestries to take up the noise," said Malcolm, continuing to hold her down while pretending to ignore the struggling woman.

Malcolm grasped her smooth right cheek with his palm. "I like what the stairs have done to yer a.r.s.e." He cupped it. She tensed, tightening the muscles under his hand. He lifted his hand and waited for her to relax. When she did the crack of a spank was immediately followed by an indignant shriek.

"Oh, aye," said Duff, "I like the sound of that."

"I do not!" replied Kiera.

"Mayhaps we need to hear it again," said Malcolm.

She continued to shriek as he turned both cheeks a bright pink. He slid a hand between her thighs and, as expected, she was wet. He raised an eye. Duff knew what he meant and nodded his agreement. They flipped her onto her back. Duff laid his leg below her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He easily held her there while Malcolm got comfortable by her feet. He bent her legs and spread her knees wide, opening her fully and inhaling the sweetest scent in the world.

Kiera still muttered threats, all part of the game.

Malcolm trailed a series of little sucking kisses, each an inch apart, from her belly b.u.t.ton to her p.u.s.s.y. By the time he got there she no longer fought to move. He put his face between her legs and inhaled. Perfect.

He rested his nose on the b.u.t.ton of her c.l.i.t and rubbed it back and forth for a while before starting circles. That put his tongue in the perfect position to taste her.

"Mmm, ye smell good, la.s.s, and ye taste better."

Using a light b.u.t.terf

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