Master Me by @abbydebeaupreposts
“What are ye scared of?” He asked, the impossible blue of his eyes reached into her soul.
“That all of these feelings I have inside me will never get out! That I will die before I have a chance to live and no one— not even me— will care.” She felt her hand gripping her riding crop and almost absently whipped it down across the open palm of her hand. That felt better. She’d be damned if she’d shed more tears. Geneva gave herself one more thwack for good measure and the pressure in her skull eased a little -- anger was a far more productive emotion than fear.
“That expression does you far more credit than when you pout, milady.” He teased.
Oh the bloody Scot! She hated being goaded— it reminded her too much of what it had been like to be Gordon’s little sister and the sharp loss of her old life. Her arm lashed out, intending to whip the grin off his face. Quick as lightning, MacKenzie disarmed her.
“Not on your life, my lady! I have half a mind to bend you over my knee and smack your arse with this!”
An @outlanderrarepairs story.
