I was in the bedroom brushing my hair when he came in, I still held hatred in my heart for the beating he had given me. I saw the distress in his eyes as he went down on one knee and pledged himself to me and my wellbeing giving me the chance to stab his heart if I so wished. The sight of him before me melted my heart and nearly brought me to tears. He hadn't wished to hurt me, it was just the ways of his people and now he is willing to leave the traditions he knows and go into a world of ways he doesn't know in order to keep us together as a working and happy whole. He grabs my hand and tells me of the source of my ring and it's representation of his love for me and how he wants to show me how important and sacred I am to him. He leans in and gives me a kiss thick with passion, "I want you, Claire. I want you so bad I can scarcely breathe. Will you have me?"

I touch my forehead to his, "Yes, you may have me." His belt hits the wooden floor as it is thrown across the room. We are both ripping our clothes off, wanting nothing in between us. With half our clothes still on we roughly grab at one another as our tongues battle for dominance. He breaks our lips apart, leaning down he sucks and nibbles at my breast, forcing me to become unglued to any sanity I had left. In a lust filled gaze we crash to the floor and I manage to tear off his kilt. Using my hand to guide him I plunge myself onto his hard awaiting cock.

As I ride atop him my eye catches a glint from his dirk and I decide it was time for some revenge. Without breaking my rhythm I reach down and grab its handle before dragging its sharp edge across his neck. "If you ever raise your hand against me again James Fraser, I will cut your heart out and eat it for breakfast! Do you understand me?" His eyes widen as I keep fucking him and his moans keep him from answering. I press the end into his neck, "Do you?" He gasps, "Aye, I do!" satisfied with his answer I drop the blade.

His eyes twitch and an ornery grin spreads across his face as he sits up, our bodies pounding into each other as we kiss and our hands grapple each other's flesh in a wild fight for power. "You are mine." He breathily commands. "Mine, now and forever." He uses his size against me and flips me onto my back so that I now lay under him and he is in control. I can't help but bite my lip as his actions and words just turn me on more. "And I mean to make you call me master." A devilish look crosses his face and he drives into me over and over again. Our moans and gasps fill the room along with the noise of our thighs smacking against each other as his thrusts get sloppy as he nears his climax.

I can feel myself tighten as his cock twitches inside me, we both come and I can feel him empty himself inside of me. We lay there, coming off our high kissing and holding each other. "I am your master and you are mine." Jamie's words carry me into a whole new world of bliss.