To Catch a Highlander: A Highland Erotic Romance by Krystal LaCroix

smell the corpulent beast before he entered; but I could certainly sense his impending presence. The very air seemed to grow tense with his approach. He looked smug as ever when he arrived and slammed the door, and loosened his belt buckle. “Why, you’re an eager young lady, aren’t you?” he asked upon seeing me.
    “So I’m told,” I said. “But why shouldn’t I be eager with a man like you at th e ready?”
    “ Heh heh heh, you’re sounding just as feisty as your mother was. I trust your father did not tell you just what sort of trickery he used to take her from me. He’s much too crafty to share that sort of thing with his daughter, isn’t he?”
    “My fathe r never told me anything of your story with him, or with my mother” I said, amused to reflect that it was absolutely true.
    Gordan yanked his pants down and then kicked them off halfway across the floor. His belly hung down far enough to nearly hide his short, fat cock – but not quite far enough. Smiling through my disgust, I pretended to admire him. “Such a virile gentleman!” I cooed.
    “Yes, and I’ve waited twenty-five years for this,” he said, tearing his shirt off. “Your father may have stolen your mothe r away from me, but he couldn’t keep me at bay forever! So, my girl, just how does a lovely lass like you like it?”
    “Well now,” I said, “I like to start with a nice backrub. For you, I mean. I like my men relaxed first; it loosens up their inhibitions.”
    “You assume I have inhibitions to begin with, my girl,” he corrected. “But I do like the way you think. Scoot aside and I shall lie down and let you rub my back to your heart’s content.”
    “Wonderful,” I said, standing up to let him plop down in the middle of the bed, which he promptly did. I climbed atop the sweaty beast, and did my best to imagine I was anywhere else as I went to work on his hairy back. “We’ll have you nice and loose in no time,” I assured him. “You’ll be so relaxed you’ll be able to set my world on fire like never before.”
    “Fire” was the password – I couldn’t resist, knowing the connotation it would surely bring to mind when it came to my parents and Ewan – and once the word was out of my mouth, Sarah was out of the bath chamber and tiptoeing over to the bed. I rubbed both his arms playfully, and he didn’t resist at all as I picked them up and drew them close together behind him. With his head turned to the left, he didn’t see Sarah appear on his right and slip the shackles on. The clink of cold metal upon itself as they snapped shut was manna to my ears in that long moment.
    “What’s this, then?” he said, not looking up just yet. “I see you like it very rough, then? Nothing like either of your parents, but I like that!”
    “I’m sure you do,” I sai d, still straddling him while Sarah walked around behind the bed and set about tying his legs up.
    “Oh no you don’t!” he said, splaying his legs and twisting around. “Not on our first night anyway!” He turned hard enough to cause me to lose my balance and slide off him. I quickly rolled off the bed and out of his reach before I recalled that his hands were bound and he couldn’t reach for me anyway. In that instant several things happened at once: he saw Sarah, realized we were in cahoots, began bellowing and struggled to his feet to rush at her. I sprang to my feet and looked around for something heavy to swing at his head. Finding a vase on the dresser, I chased after him and arrived just a bit too late to stop him from kicking Sarah into the wall. He had just enough time to admire her crumpling up against the wall before I clocked him with the vase, which didn’t break but did knock him over. Sarah, recovering quickly, jumped atop him to pin him to the floor while he was still dazed from my dead-on hit.
    He was screaming bloody murder, but Sarah clamped her hands over his mouth and managed to keep her balance atop him like I hadn’t been