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The Laird and the Sassenach by Ashe Barker

After her half-brother attacks the kinsmen of Blair McGregor, Lady Roselyn of Etal is brought before the stern highland laird to answer for her reluctant, unwitting role in the crime. Once she has told her story, she throws herself at his mercy.

Blair soon realizes that Roselyn is as much a victim of her half-brother as anyone, but his people’s demands for justice cannot be ignored entirely, so he strips the young Englishwoman bare and chastises her firmly with a switch applied to her naked backside.

The painful, humiliating punishment both assuages Roselyn’s guilt and leaves her yearning to be even more thoroughly mastered by the handsome laird. Though Blair makes it clear that she is free to return home, she instead chooses to remain with the him in his castle… and in his bed. Their passion soon blossoms into romance, but can the highlander protect his beautiful Sassenach when the villain who caused them both so much pain tries to tear her away from him?

Publisher’s Note: The Laird and the Sassenach includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Ashe Barker

eBook Price: $4.95

Length: 75,400 Words


“Be still,” he commanded. “I shall fuck you with my fingers first, and you will tell me when your release is almost upon you.”

“Blair, I need your cock. Please…”

He chuckled and rose to stand behind her, his fingers still embedded within her slick passage. He reached around with his free hand to lay his middle finger over her engorged clitty and Roselyn groaned. It would take just a few deft strokes…

“Now,” she squealed. “I am close.”

He paused, his fingers still in her, on her. “Wait. Breathe in, then out, and wait.” Long seconds passed, seconds in which Roselyn longed to shift, to rub against him, to lift her hips and thrust. It would take just the merest scrape of friction, the slightest stroke across her sensitised bud… She did none of those things though. Instead, she obeyed.

“Are you quite calm again? May I continue?” His voice was silky smooth.

“Yes, I…”

Mere seconds later she was begging him to stop again, her almost-release surging forth to tease and tantalise.

“Would you like me to spank you? I believe that might serve to ease your tension a little. You do appear somewhat overwrought just now, Roselyn.”

“Sir? I do not know…please, I need—”

“Lift your bottom, and do not clench or I shall ask Aiden to seek out a decent switch for you. He performed the task to my absolute satisfaction the last time it was required.”

Roselyn needed no further encouragement. She did as she was told and tried to make her bottom soft. She would accept, submit, and all would be well. Blair would make it so, she knew it.

Pain blazed, but she relished the sharp edge of it. He spanked her hard, the blows swift, covering her buttocks and thighs in streaks of flaring agony, but she lifted her bottom, raised herself on her toes and begged for more.

“Spread your legs wide, my sweet.”

She did so, even knowing what he must intend. The blow when it came, landing directly on her swollen lips and clitty, brought with it a surge of white heat which tore through her, right to the very tips of her toes and the ends of her hair. She screamed, then sought to muffle her cries in the bundled garment which she still clutched in her hands. He paused for a moment, then struck her again. Then once more, and her release burst forth. She could not control it, nor could she manage to plead for respite. It was here, done, and she was swept up in it.

Only as the waves of pleasure receded, as her pussy throbbed with the residual shock of his treatment, as her inner walls clenched on nothing, only then did he sink his solid length into her.

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