Bannockburn Binding (Beloved Bloody Time) by Tracy Cooper-Posey

realized the rope was no longer attached to her wrist.
    She opened her eyes slowly, letting them get used to the sun. She realized then why Rob’s scent was so strong. His plaid was covering her. A makeshift blanket.
    She sighed.
    “Ye are awake, then.” Rob’s arm tucked in over her waist and cupped her breast. She felt his body heat behind her as he drew closer to her back. The movement of his hand dragged her own hand upwards and she realized with a jolt of surprise that her wrist was already tied to Rob’s. He must have refastened the rope during the night. She tugged on the rope disbelievingly. Even after last night, he had tied her up?
    “Ah, Tally, I’m not such a fool that I would leave the rope off,” he murmured, his lips against the back of her shoulder. His fingers stroked her breast, teasing the nipple erect, making her gasp. “Ye said ye would stop at nothing to get ye servant back. I dinna forget that. ‘till I know everything about ye, the rope stays between us.”
    Tally sighed. “I suppose I was the foolish one, then,” she whispered.
    Rob pushed her knees forward, bending them. Warmth filled her as she guessed his intentions. The head of his cock pushed against the entrance to her pussy then slid inside, feeling larger than usual because of the position she was in.
    “Mmm, nice,” she said.
    “Yes,” he growled. He separated her thighs, giving him access to her genitals and slipped his hand between her legs.
    Tally sighed as his fingers stroked her cleft gently, spreading her moisture and working their way deeper inside her folds, until they were rubbing and teasing her throbbing, swollen clit.
    Tally arched, her body quivering, as a climax quickly started to build. “Ah, Rob,” she said breathlessly. “You already…know me…too well. Don’t leave yourself…behind.”
    “I’ve discovered pleasure in having ye climax around me,” he returned. “I wonder if I can make ye come hard enough if it will make me come, too. I have a ken to try.”
    Tally caught at his hand, halting his fingers. “Try something else, then, if that’s your wish.” She rolled her head to look over her shoulder and look him in the eye. His gaze was sleepy, his blue eyes half-hooded, but she had learned that merely was Rob’s look when he was deeply aroused. She quivered in reaction to the sight of him in that state now.
    “Try what?” he returned.
    “Your shaft. Put it in my other opening and use your fingers for my woman’s opening and my nub.” And she held her breath.
    A fine line appeared between his brows. “You have another word for that…opening?”
    “Anus,” she supplied. “Ass.”
    “Aye, we call it that, too. It’s also the place used by men when they’re together.”
    “Yes,” Tally agreed and waited.
    Rob licked his lips.
    “Do you find the idea appealing?” Tally asked softly.
    “I…” He cleared his throat.
    Tally clenched around his cock and found it rock hard inside her. Yes, he found the idea appealing. He just needed more coaxing to admit it.
    “When you’re inside me that way,” she murmured, “I will be like a tight fist around you. When I come because of what your hands are doing to me, I will close around you even harder. It’s possible you’ll come, just like you wish, Rob. Just from my coming and clenching around you.”
    “Sweet Lord…” he breathed. “Tally, your wanton ways will lead me into Hell.”
    “Heaven,” she corrected, as he pulled his cock from her. “You’ll think you’ve gone to Heaven.” She kissed him and felt the fine trembling in him that signalled subterranean excitement. “The oil you used last night for your saddle ring—the little pot. You’ll need it,” she told him.
    Rob shot her a look that was a mix of surprise and puzzlement, but he silently rose and reached for the little pot of oil as she requested. He was quite naked and unconcerned about the half-opened tent flat, but it was still very early. His well-trained