A Nightmare Marriage

by Bethany Hauck

  “Let me up now, Logan,” she said when she felt his hand touch the outside of her cunny. “Please.”

  “Not yet, My Lady,” Logan said, letting his finger press between her folds. Fiona tightened up and tried to press her legs together. Smack, smack. “Open your legs,” Logan said to her. He refused to go easy on her, ‘it’s not like she had never been touched there before,’ he figured.

  Logan again let his finger rub between her folds,, finding the little nub that woman always seemed to enjoy having rubbed, licked and sucked. He put two fingers on top of it and began to rub softly. It took longer than he thought it would, but finally after some time, his wife pressed down on his fingers and letting out a soft moan.

  Fiona wasn’t sure what was happening to her. Logan was rubbing a part of her body she had never even known existed. She flinched when he moved his fingers back up and pressed one up inside of her.

  “I see you like that,” Logan said, finding her cunny finally getting wet. “At least this part of our marriage can be good for us both.” He pulled his one finger out and pressed two back in, surprised by how tight she felt.

  Fiona again flinched slightly as he pressed his fingers up inside her, it pinched for just a second as he began pushing them into her faster and more firmly. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to be feeling, but she became embarrassed as she started to enjoy what he was doing to her.

  “It’s time,” Logan said as he lifted her up, his cock had become rock hard and he had to take her now. Since she wasn’t a virgin there was no need to take it slow, he already knew she was enjoying herself by the cunny juice that had gathered on his fingers. He laid her down on the tartan and pulled her legs apart as he lifted her skirts and released his cock from his brays.

  “Logan, wait,” she tried to say as he came down on top of her and plunged his cock up into her with one thrust. “Ouch, stop Logan, please,” she cried as tears sprang to her eyes and leaked down her cheeks.

  Logan had been enjoying himself up until he thrust himself up inside her, feeling her membranes tear at the same time he heard her gasp of pain. He glanced down at his new wife, who was laying underneath him with her eyes closed and her head turned to the side. He didn’t know what to do or say as he saw the tear tracks that rolled down her cheeks.

  “I’m so sorry, Fiona,” he said honestly, afraid to move and hurt her more.

  “Just get it over with,” she whispered, not looking at him.

  Logan was too far gone to stop now. At least it wouldn’t take long for him to finish, Fiona was so tight around his cock. He pulled out a small ways and pushed back in, trying now to be gentle. “I’ll try not to hurt you anymore,” he said, looking down at her, wishing she would at least look at him. He pulled out a small ways and pushed himself back in.

  “You can’t hurt me any more than you already have,” she whispered, still refusing to look at him. Logan knew she was right, he pulled out again and pushed back inside her. It only took him a few more strokes before he felt his balls tighten and he shot his load up inside her. It was the first time in his life he hadn’t truly enjoyed a bedding.

  “Are you alright?” he asked her as he laid down next to her and touched her cheek, making her flinch away from him.

  “It’s a little late to worry about that now don’t you think?” she asked, rolling on her side away from him.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, wanting to touch and comfort her but knowing she’d never allow him to after what he’d done to her.

  “Tell you what?” she said back to him. “That I was a virgin? I did try to tell you, but you’d obviously made your mind up about me already.”

  “I thought you had shared yourself with this Brayden already,” he said. “That’s what you made it sound like at the fire.”

  “I never said any such thing,” Fiona said. “All you had to do was ask me, and I would have told you.”

  “The questions Gregor asked, and the answers you gave led me to believe different,” Logan said, trying to explain himself, but knowing he was the one who had done wrong.

  “It doesn’t matter,” Fiona said. “What’s done is done.”

  “I truly am sorry, Fiona,” Logan said.

  “It doesn’t matter,” Fiona said again.

  “It does to me,” Logan said.

  “Why does it matter now?” Fiona asked, her back still turned to him. “Because you found out you were wrong?”

  “Let’s get some sleep,” Logan said, sighing softly, not knowing what else to say to her. “Tomorrow will be a better day.” Fiona was right, he was an arse just like his brother and cousin.

  “I doubt it,” Fiona said, scooting as far away from him as she could; not even wanting to touch him or even worse, have him touch her.

  Logan knew it would be a long time before he’d fall asleep, if he would be able to at all. He had to think of a way to make it up to her. If there even was a way.

  **********

  “Did you sleep well?” Logan asked as she opened her eyes the next morning.

  “Well enough,” she said, looking away from him.

  “Today we start anew,” he told her. “I thought about it well into the night.”

  “So I’m just supposed to forget about last night?” she asked.

  “I would like if you would,” he said, looking at her. “I really am sorry, Fiona.”

  “I don’t think I can do that,” she said to him as she got up and shook out her skirt with her back to him. “When do we leave?”

  “Let me get Edith to bring you a change of clothes,” Logan said to her, seeing the dried blood stain on the back of her skirt and once again feeling terrible about the way he’d treated her the night before.

  Fiona looked back at her skirt and nodded, knowing she couldn’t be seen in the traveling outfit she had on ever again. “That would probably be for the best,” she said to him.

  Logan left her there and went and explained to Edith what was needed and where she could find his wife. Edith quickly found Fiona’s things and gathered a change of clothes before headed into the woods.

  “You don’t look happy, my friend,” Brody said to him as he watched the maid go.

  “I’m not,” Logan said. “I’m an arse is what I am.”

  “Why do you say that?” Brody asked him.

  “I thought my wife had been with her betrothed,” Logan explained. “I was wrong.”

  “I tried to tell you, but you wouldn’t listen. Please tell me you were gentle with the lass,” Brody said sighing.

  “Well I wasn’t rough,” Logan said, “but I sure didn’t treat her like the virgin bride she was.”

  “A virgin bride? I find that hard to believe,” Gregor said walking up to them and butting into the conversation.

  “Shut up, Gregor,” Logan said grabbing him by the front of his shirt. “This is your fault. You’re the one who said that she’d been with this Brayden character.”

  “Let me go! I never said anything of the sort, brother,” Gregor said, pulling away from him. “I was just telling you what the lad had implied to me, but maybe I misunderstood him. If you’ve messed things up with your bride, don’t blame me.”

  “If I messed things up?” Logan said. “Trust me, I definitely messed things up. I’m hoping she doesn’t take a dirk to me in my sleep after last night.”

  “Well if anything happens to you, we’ll know who to blame,” Gregor said, making sure neither Logan or Brody saw his grin as he walked away.

  “What are you going to do now?” Brody asked him.

  “A bit of groveling, maybe beg for her forgiveness?” Logan said shrugging. “What else can I do? What’s really sad, is that I really do like the lass, although she hates me now.”

  “I’m sure she doesn’t hate you,” Brody said.

  “She does,” Logan said. “She let me know it when we were done.” Brody winced as Logan walked away to check on the horses that were being prepared for the last day of their journey
to Dunnottar.

  **********

  “Lady Fiona,” Edith called as she walked into the woods. “Where are you?”

  “I’m here, Edith,” Fiona called back.

  “Logan said you needed a change of clothes,” Edith said as she finally found where Fiona had been waiting.

  “Thank you, Edith,” Fiona said, turning her back so Edith could help her undo her gown.

  “Oh my,” Edith said, seeing the stain on the back of the gown and knowing exactly what had caused it. “I’m so sorry, My Lady.”

  “No need to be sorry, Edith,” Fiona said, calming her maid and friend. She knew she was lying when she told her, “It wasn’t as bad as it looks. Tell me about your night.”

  “I was just near the fire,” Edith said blushing.

  “What’s the blush for then?” Fiona said, not being able to hide her grin.

  “That Brody sure is a good man,” Edith said.

  “Are you sweet on him, Edith?” Fiona asked, Edith was right, Brody did seem like a good man, at least better than the one she’d been married too or his horrid brother.

  “We only talked, Fiona,” Edith said, grinning back. “But I enjoyed the evening very much.”

  “Well maybe one of us will be able to find happiness from this marriage,” Fiona said frowning again. “Help me change so we can get on our way. The sooner we get to Dunnottar, the sooner I can get away from the beast I’m married too and his horrid brother.”

  “I’m sorry your marriage isn’t what you were hoping it would be,” Edith said as she helped Fiona into a clean gown. “But you’re right about Gregor Stewart; I don’t like or trust him.”

  “So far my marriage is a nightmare,” Fiona said, “but I’ll find a way to endure. I agree with you about Gregor. I don’t trust him either.”

  “I’ll be by your side the entire time, My Lady,” Edith sincerely said, “we’ll endure Dunnottar together.”

  “I know you will be, my dear friend,” Fiona said as Edith finished lacing up the back of her gown, “I’m ready.”

  “What do you want done with this gown?” Edith asked, holding the soiled garment.

  “I’ll take it,” Fiona said, taking the gown from Edith before walking out to where the guards were breaking camp. Fiona was happy to see that the fire was still burning, she walked over to it and threw her gown on top, watching as it caught on fire.

  “Why did you do that?” Logan asked, walking up besides her. “I’m sure it could have been cleaned.”

  “I don’t want to ever wear it again,” Fiona said. “There aren’t good memories in that gown.”

  “I am sorry, Fiona,” Logan said, apologizing again. “I’m going to make it up to you. Your first time shouldn’t have been like that.”

  “Well it was, Logan,” she said, looking at him for the first time that morning, her eyes filling with tears, “it can’t be changed now.”

  Logan nodded as she walked away, instead of heading to the horse she had ridden on yesterday, she walked to the cart her maid had traveled in, climbing up into the back.

  “What are you doing?” Logan asked her, not wanting his new wife to enter Dunnottar in a cart, but on a horse at his side.

  “There is no way I can ride today,” was all she said. Logan thought about it for a moment before realizing what the problem was. He nodded at her as Brody led Edith over and helped her up into the cart, showing more manners towards the maid than Logan had shown to his wife, making him feel even worse.

  “How are you today, Lady Fiona?” Brody asked once Edith was settled.

  “As well as can be expected,” Fiona answered politely.

  “We’ll take it slow today,” Logan interrupted and said to the two women, “we should arrive at Dunnottar by late afternoon.” Fiona said nothing but nodded at him once before looking away,

  Once again neither Fiona or Logan had been paying any attention to Gregor who stood watching the couple, first scowling as they talked, and then grinning as Logan walked away, leaving his wife to ride in the cart like a common maid.

  Chapter 7 Dunnottar

  “Do you think that’s it?” Edith asked Fiona as a large castle and village came into view.

  “I’m guessing it is,” Fiona said. She hadn’t said much during their travels that day, lost in her own thoughts.

  “Are you nervous?” Edith asked her. “You’ve been unusually quiet today.”

  “Just thinking, Edith, no need to worry about me,” Fiona said, forcing a smile. “Did Jacqueline tell you about the necklace?” she asked, fingering the stone that still hung around her neck.

  “She did, Lady Fiona,” Edith said quietly, “but I don’t think we should speak of it, just in case anyone is listening. That should be something just the two of us know.”

  “Agreed,” Fiona said, nodding, “I’m glad you’re thinking clearly today, Edith. Have I thanked you for coming here with me?”

  “No need to thank me, Fiona, we’ve been friends too long for that. I wouldn’t have felt right letting you come alone. When it comes to your necklace, I don’t know if I’m thinking clearly,” Edith said, “I just don’t know anyone here yet, so I’ll trust no one until I do.”

  “Wise thinking,” Fiona said. “I’ll follow your lead.”

  “I know one person already that I don’t think I’ll ever trust,” Edith again said quietly, so only Fiona could hear.

  “Who would that be?” Fiona asked.

  “That Gregor Stewart,” Edith said. “I don’t like that man at all, especially the way he looks at you.”

  Before Fiona could question her further, Logan rode up next to the cart. “I’d like you to ride in with me, wife,” he said to Fiona.

  “I’ll try to ride, Logan if that’s what you want,” she said, not in the mood for an argument with him at that moment, she’d been very sore that morning, but began feeling better as the day had gone on.

  “I don’t expect you to ride on your own,” Logan said, offering her his hand. She placed hers in it, wondering what he meant, and was surprised when he pulled her forward, lifting her to sit sideways on his lap. “I’ve got you,’ Logan said to her as he put his arms around her, “just lean back and relax.”

  Although Fiona tried, she couldn’t relax against him. There were just too many memories of the night before going through her head as her body touched his. Logan could feel the tension in her and sighed as he gave his horse a small kick, making it move forward towards the gates of Dunnottar.

  They rode into the keep with Logan and Fiona in the lead. Many of the villagers had gathered to get a look at the new lady of Dunnottar that they’d heard so much about, most of it from Isobel. To Logan’s embarrassment, the welcome wasn’t exactly friendly.

  “What’s going on?” Logan said to Brody. “I’ve never returned to such frowns on the villager’s faces.”

  “Look who’s gathered in the crowd,” Brody said, nodding towards Isobel who was speaking with many of the villagers, nodding and pointing subtly to where Fiona sat with Logan. Logan got a bad feeling as he watched her, knowing she was most likely talking about his new wife.

  “Good people of Dunnottar,” he shouted, stopping his horse. “I’d like to present to you my new wife and the new lady of Dunnottar, Lady Fiona Stewart.” There were a few polite claps, but no cheers as his people didn’t even try to be welcoming.

  “I see I’m going to enjoy living here,” Fiona muttered.

  “They just need to get to know you,” Logan said, “as I need to get to know you.”

  “Well isn’t this going to be fun,” Fiona said.

  “Give them a chance, Fiona,” Logan said. “These are good hardworking people that live here in the village. I’ve known most of them all my life.”

  “Do you think they’ll give me a chance?” she asked quietly.

  “I know they will,” he said to her, hoping he was right. “I’d like you to give me another chance too,” he whispered in her ear, then sighed when she didn’t answe
r or even acknowledge that she’d heard him.

  Logan once again nudged his horse forward, he rode to the castle steps and lowered Fiona to the ground before dismounting beside her. “Make sure all the horses are given a good rub down and some oats,” he said to the stable boy who took the reins from him and led the horse away. He gently took Fiona’s arm and led her into the hall, followed by Brody who was leading Edith, and Gregor.

  “This is the main hall,” Logan told Fiona, “I’m sure most of what goes on here will be similar to Tarmon.”

  Fiona nodded as a middle-aged woman approached apprehensively. “Welcome home, Laird Stewart,” she said, giving a small curtsy to Logan.

  “Thank you, Blair,” Logan said. “I’d like to introduce you to my wife, Lady Fiona. I’m having her trunks taken up to our room. Could you please show her maid Edith where that is and where she’ll be able to bed down for the night, if there isn’t a room prepared for her already.”

  “Of course,” Blair said. She then turned to Fiona and cautiously said, “welcome to Dunnottar, Lady Fiona, if there’s anything you need just let me know.”

  “Thank you, Blair,” Fiona answered. “I appreciate your kind words.”

  “Welcome home, Logan,” Fiona heard a young woman say as she approached. She watched as the woman pulled Logan in for a hug, making sure her body pressed up tightly against his.

  “Isobel, stop,” Logan quickly said as he pushed her away from him. “This is my wife, Lady Fiona.”

  “So this is the woman you had to give me up for?” Isobel said, turning to Fiona, “are you happy with breaking up what could have been a happy coupling?”

  Fiona had known who the woman was immediately. She was lovely to look at, no wonder Logan had seemed so angry after having to set her aside. It was too bad she didn’t seem as lovely on the inside, as she gave Fiona a genuinely hateful look.

  “It’s not as if I had a choice either,” Fiona said. “Isobel, isn’t it?”

  “You made out well in the marriage,” Isobel said to her. “I don’t see why you’d have any reason to complain.”