Oh he’s as cunning as a fox. Worse still, she could feel the eyes of everyone zoom into her hostilely. They’d found a scapegoat. Damn bunch of pansies. “Eh. Well, I would still prefer privacy.”
“Then you should have voiced your own wishes in the first place.” His eyes narrowed as the tick in his strong jaw suddenly leapt in annoyance. His impossibly soft-looking lips remained stubbornly stern, an angry white slash across his darkly tanned face. The seductive lowering of his voice washed over her like hot pelts of summer rain. “Now undress, ma sweet pumpkin. I doonae like tae wait.”
Shit. That almost felt like he’d whispered straight into her soul. She shook her head, feeling light-headed and giddy. Uncontrollable cold shivers ran down her spine, contradicting the hot flushes everywhere else in her body. She ground her teeth and fought to regain control. Dalliance time was over. Claudia wondered how she could get out of this, or if she even wanted to. Hell, she sure didn’t mind stripping for this gorgeous specimen, well, at least in a dimmed room. How on earth was she going to take her clothes off in front of all these ogling people and in broad daylight? Her body screamed for one thing while her head was already out the door. “I don’t think I can do this.” Her feet shuffled as she decided how best to get past him and to the freedom outside. “This was a mistake.”
The air suddenly became thick and volatile. Swirls of anger lashed at her, and Claudia was surprised to see that he hadn’t even moved. The bulge of his shoulders tensed ever so slightly. His eyes became flashing opals as he watched her as keenly as a serpent guarding its meal. “The mistake was entirely mine. I thought you possessed a backbone. You may leave.” With deliberate cruelty, he moved his gaze to the next female, dismissing her.
That’s it? He wasn’t going to make her stay? Claudia took a single step toward escape and paused. “I do have courage.” Her hand went to the top button of her shirt. She didn’t like being termed a yellow-livered coward. Sure, Claudia, keep saying that to yourself and you might just start believing that’s the only reason you’re doing this. The return of his gaze, shining with silent approval, sure was doing incredible things to her trembling body. And now, as much as she was trying to lie to herself, he was about to see the full truth when she removed her panties to show him the evidence of her glistening pussy.
* * * *
Heavy, spicy musk. The heady aroma assailed his nostrils and overpowered his senses. The scent that drifted up from the woman’s heated pussy was intoxicating enough to even blot out the womanly fragrance of every other female in the room. Vice leaned against the wall as he scrutinized the mouthy baggage. Foreign. He didn’t smell that in her healthy pussy juices. Her checked flannel shirt, denim pants, and calf-height tasseled leather boots screamed the fact. Now what is this rodeo girl doing so far from home? And how is she counteracting my orders? Twice he’d added a mental push to his words, testing his demonic ability against her mortal mind, and twice she’d defied him. Incredible.
Another thing that attracted him was her naturalness. Her hair was shimmering locks of light blonde with undisguised highlights of silver, mercilessly caught in a tight ponytail. It was not styled or weighed down by a ton of dyes and greasy hair products. Lightly tanned and liberally freckled skin, free of makeup, radiated with vigor as she challenged him with frosty blue-green eyes. Fascinating. He wondered if her eye color changed depending on her moods. There was absolutely nothing artificial about her. Even her eyebrows were thick, not the pencil line that had become the fashion craze of late. The only thing that colored her lips and cheeks to deep crimson was her own flustered embarrassment. Arousal.
Vice wondered if this lady who looked like she’d seat a horse expertly was equally proficient at riding a man. Her delicious-looking mouth was slightly ajar but emitted no sound. He had hoped she would pose more of a challenge. At her second defiance, he’d felt the slightest tingle in his cock. He’d love to tame this wild filly into submission. As though she’d heard him, her hands picked up the pace. Did she do so freely, or had he unintentionally pushed the command at her? There was no clear way to tell. As much as he wanted to shock her into revealing the extent of the hold he held on her mind, he cautioned himself internally. This was her first “interview.” There was no need for him to show her the demon he truly was.
His perusal strayed to her body being slowly unwrapped. Well, well, well. Her breasts, which strained against an ill-fitting, unappealing cotton bra, were plump and promised satisfying handfuls. Creamy flesh spilled from the tight cups. She had the most wonderfully soft-looking hands he’d ever seen. Short little pudgy fingers ended with trimmed nails as she clumsily drew her shirt open. Her shirttails were pulled out of dark denim at the waist, exposing a very lush, thick midsection. The delicate folds and pale stretch marks on her stomach revealed the evidence of childbirth. That in itself turned him on like crazy. She was all raw, soft, and salt-of-the-earth woman. His cock gave another undecided twitch.
The flair of her generous hips was delightfully displayed as she shimmied out of the tight, dark denim. Blood began to trickle into his semiflaccid cock as he eagerly waited to see the full woman beneath plain white cotton panties. The panty crotch was so tightly squeezed between juicy, full thighs, and the material cut into her pussy mercilessly. Fuck. She had the most fucking delicious-looking camel toe.
The boots. She bent over to undo them, and Vice’s patience snapped. “Leave them.” She straightened slowly at his command, and Vice sucked in his breath. With her legs tightly locked and pants spilling over sexy boots, he had to fight down the gluttonous need to bend her over and fuck her hard, now. Too bad his cock could not be trusted. Who could say if it would not choose this public arena to display his impotent inner turmoil? He made a mental note as he strode leisurely forward. He would get her many more boots. Maybe he’d even buy her a whole wardrobe of Stetsons to match as well.
He called out to Neil, his partner in crime and fucking, as he stopped just in front of the trembling woman. “Help her.”
Neil enthusiastically stepped behind the lush, softly feminine mass and awaited further instructions.
“Her hair.” Vice watched as Neil released the thick mane from its bondage and artfully spilled the golden locks over her shoulders. Vice nodded in approval. Her hair was long enough. He loved having a rein to seize onto while fucking a sub in the ass. God how long ago had that been? “Open her bra.” Neil worked the clasp at the back free with quick, deft fingers. Before the mounds of quivering softness could be released, she cupped her hands over them protectively. Her panicked gaze sought their silent audience through the curtain of her hair.
Annoyance raced up Vice’s spine. He did not like his orders disobeyed. The leather crop in his hand whistled lightly as he strapped her on the side of her ass cheek. “You will obey me.” Her hands fell as her lashes sparkled with unshed tears. She was strong, and he looked forward to test just how tough she was. Unabashedly, he stared at her large breasts as they swayed proudly. Her dark nipples were already puckered and hard. “Now remove your panties.”
Her hands shook visibly as the white cloth joined the pool around her calves. Vice almost bit his tongue. When was the last time he’d seen a pussy covered with its glorious bush? Since never. Everyone shaved or waxed. This luscious, fresh creature it seemed hadn’t heard of Veet. He longed to sink his fingers into the tangled jungle and yank until her sensitive mons screamed in pain and bliss. His hands fisted as the Neanderthal urge grew stronger. He shot a look upward at Neil before ordering further. “I will taste her nipples.”
On Neil’s understanding nod, he stepped closer. Neil’s hands looped around as he cupped the offering for Vice. Her delicious flesh spilled over in Neil’s hands, and Vice wasted no time in latching his mouth onto the unbelievably soft tip. He sucked the large, pebbled nipple deep into his mouth while flicking his tongue ruthlessly. Her chest strained forward, and Vice hummed in satisfaction. She may have maintained her silence, but it was not solely Neil’s squeez
ing hands that propelled her more into his hungry mouth. He had definitely not prodded her mentally, either. He drew slightly away so Neil could press her breasts together. Keeping his gaze locked with the fiercely glowing emeralds, he swallowed both her nipples. His thoughts strayed just once to the intriguing confirmation, her eyes growing greener the hotter she got. He pulled and bit on the precious jewels until she surrendered with soft whimpers. Vice drew away pleased. He relished her throaty moan of disappointment that followed him. He kissed her lightly on the lips, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her breath as she panted.
At some point during suckling on her breast, his cock had filled to a painful erection. His shaft, unused to the stimulation from the year-long fuck drought he’d endured, prickled as the veins and skin stretched. He could not hold back from pushing his order into her thoughts. “Now open ye wonderful legs. I want tae watch Neil finger fuck yon sweet minge.”
She hesitated. Her silent objection was unfamiliar. It was more invigorating then the simpering surrender of the minions he’d thus far bedded. It gave him reason to punish. Vice brought his crop up and whipped it across the side of her buttock with deliberate patience. It was simply a warning. She must learn he would never ask twice.
Her thighs fell open, and he stepped back to enjoy the show. “What is your name, my beguiling slave?”
“Claudia.” Her voice left her on a hiss as Neil’s finger sank into her pussy from behind.
Vice’s gaze roamed the wet petals of her pussy as they were pushed apart. His decision was made. She would do. It was odd how he could not even tell the hair color of any one of other ladies in the room. And he didn’t care. He slipped the thin leather loop of the mushroom around his flexing wrist and flicked the tip of his crop gently against her exposed clit with practiced precision. Her shrill cry of delight filled the room, his ears, and him. Neil’s two thick fingers glistened as he noisily thrust them into her dripping cunt, making his cock jerk enviously. Yes. She would do perfectly.
* * * *
Claudia threw her head back against the welcome wall of rippling muscles at her back. The man was hunched over, and each flexing tendon on his chest was pure heaven against her soft back. His expert fingers were drawing more juice from her pussy than she’d known was possible. The linings sucked greedily on him, begging for his steady impaling.
A sharp shard of pain vibrated through her pussy lips as Vice flicked her vulnerable clit once again. Bitter pain fed the sweet glory within her, and contractions such as she had never experienced in her life began from deep within her. She was going to come, and she didn’t care if the whole world was gawking at her.
Her gaze flew to Vice’s stern features. “Please.”
The harsh lines on his face were etched with pain and restraint. Slowly he lifted the crop and placed the flexible tip beside her sensitive nub. Each tender stroke sent electric shocks through her as the soft leather keeper became the seeker. He continued to alternate until he found which side of her clit was more responsive. The left. The left. Claudia silently prodded him on, urging him to titillate her aching G-spot.
The whip’s tongue finally settled. It had found just what it was looking for. Claudia screamed her satisfaction as he tortured the pulsing area mercilessly. Her crude swearing at the pants that prevented her from stretching her thighs further seems to inflame the dark stranger, and his slender poker rubbed faster. She arched, desperate for a release from the torrent of heat flowing in her. Her hips pumped against the fingers gorging her pussy. The man behind her bit into her back. The sting as his teeth nipped cruelly raced straight to her cunt.
“Come. Let ye juices flow down ye thighs for yon master.” The voice cut through the scattered thoughts in her head. Everything suddenly focused on that hypnotic, deep baritone. Claudia held her breath as the pressure built. Just as she thought she would faint from the incredible pleasure, his voice demanded more harshly, “Come, sweet dearling. Surrender tae me.” The keeper stung her cunt lips, kissing her with red-hot fire. Claudia’s body fragmented into thousands of blissful pieces. She bucked uncontrollably as each well-timed, ruthless whip to her clit sent a fresh spurt of hot juices. Finally she slumped forward and would have collapsed had the chivalrous man at her back not held her fast. She panted in great gulps of air as she lolled as helpless as a rag doll.
“Dress her and have her ready. I’ll take her.”
Claudia stilled at the stern command. She shivered as she recalled the thick brogue that seemed to have shouted orders right into her mind. And she had submitted to him. She bit her bottom lip and refused to look up as the other women began to stream out the room. She’d come to Scotland seeking comfort and pleasure. She’d found herself instead. The other people in the room had ceased to exist once her own selfish need to climax had taken hold of her. Nothing had mattered but the sweet release of the raging storm within. The feeling scared her. It was the first time in forty-eight years that she’d felt truly alive. Would she settle for being one of the walking dead again once this adventure was over? This was who she was. Beneath her dense pack of lard and flesh she was simply an insatiable, carnal being, and now she was an owned sex slave.
* * * *
Vice gave brisk instructions that the awaiting car could leave without them. He wanted to see this cowgirl Claudia on horseback. He also needed to get rid of the tension that had built in him. He hoped she was a vigorous rider. He planned on soaring all the way home.
“You could have at least waited for me.” Troy, his only other confidant and friend besides Neil, moved his horse closer. And he was late.
Vice shot him an annoyed look. Troy should know better. As far as Vice was concerned, if he’d planned on being late, there really was no point in turning up at all. He hated tardiness.
“Okay. I accept I should have been here on time.” Troy hedged even nearer. “Neil says that this burd could be the one you’ve been waiting for.”
Could she? How could he be sure? On the one hand she did not follow his mental prodding blindly like others had done. She seemed to have enough internal strength to attempt a feeble fight against him. But she had also relied on him when seeking her orgasm. There was no doubt in his mind that she had heard him. And he had not spoken aloud. He had simply spoken to her in the most intrusive, intimate way possible. Would he end up turning her into another mindless puppet? His cock was still inflated, which was at least a clear physical indication that this lady was different. “She’s American.”
Troy waggled his dark-brown eyebrows beneath his chestnut hair. “I know. Didn’t I tell you that was where you should have concentrated your search? American lasses are damned tenacious.”
Vice snorted. Troy had a big thing, namely his overly large cock, for American women. He loved their direct speech and liberated way of thinking, in and out of bed. “I can’t say for sure if she’s the one.” It was best not to let Troy’s hope get the better of him.
“But you must believe it at least a little.” He looked forward to admiring the delightful view ahead. “It’s been a very long time since you took a sub to your estate.”
A year and three months, to be precise. “What do you know about her?” Vice could not keep his eyes off her either. Her plump, rounded ass spilled over the saddle as the mare rocked her from side to side. She certainly did seat a horse expertly. Her back remained straight but relaxed, accepting the beast’s movement beneath her. Vice wanted all that scrumptious flesh flowing over his cock and thighs.
“She had to have fit all the criteria, otherwise she would have been evicted from the interview.”
“I didn’t notice a wedding band on her finger.” And Vice had looked for it.
Troy shrugged. “Perhaps she’s not comfortable wearing it while committing adultery.”
“Well, she had better be married.” Vice dismissed his friend as his feet dug in, propelling his stallion forward. If Neil, who valiantly escorted Claudia, leaned anymore, he’d be riding her horse. He caught up wi
th the couple just as Claudia laughed.
The sound flowed over him. Like everything else about her, her laugher was unpretentious and natural. The deep, throaty tone made him want to hear more of her voice. He just hoped she was indeed married. There was nothing more annoying than acquiring another addicted victim that he didn’t even know or trust. A solid barrier was needed.
Neil caught sight of him and quickly straightened in his saddle. “Vice, Claudia was just telling me about the last time she went riding. Can you believe she helps with the annual cattle round up on their ranch?”
Hell yes I can believe that. She was a healthy dollop of spunk wrapped in decadent softness and drizzled with a honey-coated “come-hither” sweet scent. In short, she was a quick habit waiting to dig her claws into unsuspecting victims. “Does your husband not mind?”
The quick flash of uneasiness was hard to dismiss as her eyes suddenly rounded. She also tensed up, making the animal beneath her ass whinny its complaint. Vice stared at her tightening thighs as she spoke. “No reason why he should. I’m capable of taking care of myself.”
Neil offered quickly in her defense. “Claudia has been referred here by Sin.”
My sister. That was the highest recommendation a woman could offer. Sin would never send anyone who did not fit his criteria. He quickly dismissed Claudia’s nonverbal reaction to his question. She was, in all likelihood, not comfortable talking about her spouse while engaged in adultery, as Troy had aptly predicted.
Although her husband seemed blasé about her well-being, he was about to demand something he was sure she wouldn’t like in the least. “The stretch of my estate’s grounds is large and unfenced. It leads straight to open moors, easy enough to become lost in. While on my property, within my care, you are not to roam without an escort.”
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