Haunted by the Highlander: A BDSM Story Read Online Free Page B

oh,” she squealed.
    “Say my name,” he groaned. “Finn.
Say it,” he commanded.
    “Oh, Finn…” she cried out as the
tension claimed her, her pussy pulsing as her orgasm surged through her clit
and inside of her, spiralling through her body.
    “Sam…” he muttered against her
hair as she collapsed forwards and he thrust up into her, his salty spray
surging into her pulsing cunt.
    His harsh breaths blew into her
hair as they both sagged and Samantha felt the lethargy of satisfaction seep
into her body. With her cheek pressed against his solid chest and his cock
still in her, she was sure she could stay here forever.
    “Finn,” she murmured
experimentally to herself. What a man! God, she’d never come so hard before. 
She thought of her friends off hunting ghosts and grinned. Yeah, she definitely
got the better end of the deal.
    Finn eased her off him and
settled her into his arms, kissing her as she curled into his embrace.
    “I’m glad you found me,” she
whispered as her lids drifted shut. “I’m glad I didn’t have to spend the night
with the ghosts.”
    Finn chuckled softly. “I’m glad I
found you too, lass. You are something special.”
    “Can we do some more?” she asked
quietly as she smothered a yawn.
    “You can count on it.”
    ***
    Stretching, Samantha blinked and
frowned as she took in her surroundings. Oh yes, the castle. The room was still
dark, the heavy curtains blocking out most of the light but the digital clock
on the bedside said it was 8 am. Bloody hell, she’d slept the whole night!
    She sat up suddenly and stared at
the empty pillow beside her.
    Finn.
    Tilting her head, she trailed her
fingers over the pillow. It was cold. Where had he gone? He’d promised her
more. She hadn’t expected to fall asleep for so long, not with her insomnia,
but she thought he’d still be here in the morning.
    The pillow wasn’t even indented.
Had she just dreamt him up? Shaking her head, she forced her stiff body out of
bed, ignoring the sinking in her stomach. Maybe he just wanted one night and
didn’t want to have to deal with the morning after. He hadn’t seemed the type,
but what did she really know about him? Maybe he spent every weekend seducing
lost guests.
    Who was he anyway? Staff? He’d
never said and she’d been too lost in desire to ask. She paused in from of the full-length
mirror and turned around to study her arse. She frowned. After the spanking
he’d given her, she expected at least a little bit of redness. Maybe she really
had dreamt him up.
    No, it wasn’t possible. She
wasn’t that drunk.
    Pulling on her jeans, she picked
up her bra that had been flung to one side and glanced around the room. Her
discarded clothes were the only sign that anything had happened, and she knew
that she could have been the one to fling them off.
    Grabbing a clean jumper from her
suitcase, she yanked it over her head, brushed her teeth at the sink in the
corner and ran a brush through her hair. She was about to leave, desperate to
see if she could track down the elusive Finn but stopped and put on a dash of
lipstick and mascara, just in case she did run into him. She didn’t want him
regretting what he’d done with her.
    Throwing open her door, she
slammed it shut behind her and scurried along the hallway and down the stairs.
Her heart sank as she found the dining room empty. She was about to search the
rest of the house, hoping to catch a glimpse of Finn when Aileen came into the
room pushing a trolley with a teapot and cups on it.
    “Oh, good morning. I didn’t think
any of you lasses would be up yet, so I’m a bit late setting up breakfast I’m
afraid.”
    “Oh,” Samantha said for want of
anything else to say.
    “Sit down and I’ll bring out your
breakfast in just a minute.”
    Darting a glance around, Samantha
nodded and sat meekly. Well what else could she do? Start turning the castle
upside down to search for her mystery man?
    Aileen was setting out the teacups
when the