by Lucy Lixx
She was planning something, and I only hoped that I’d be privileged enough to know what it was soon. I had come to think of her as an ally for now, and with that I was able to turn my attention back to Scott which was now looking at me with a fire in his eyes that matched my own. His gaze was heavy with drink and lust, but I could also tell that something was weighing on him. I knew that tonight would be quite an interesting one. I was both anticipating it and trying to suppress the nervousness that was bubbling up to the surface of my mind.
Chapter Four
After dinner when I thought that Scott would surely whisk me away, he had parted from me with a longing look that made me nearly clutch the wall to keep my own knees from buckling. Suddenly, my bodice seemed too tight with the rising and falling of my breasts with every shaky breath I ended up taking. It had taken me a few minutes to get my wits together, and I realized that soon the sun would be setting. I still had no idea what to do with my spare time, as spare time was a luxury I had not had growing up. I went to the gardens to think. I had never expected Lady Briana to follow me, but sure enough she fell into step with me. My panic was surging up, and she seemed to catch on it quickly as she took my arm in hers as two young girls would do.
“Oh shush now, Amelia. Do not fear. I am not the exhibitionist as Scott is. Our lessons must remain a secret.” She said. Her mood had improved greatly from this morning. Briana was downright cheery as they wandered further into the gardens. Her smile was wider than my own.
“So, you really do love your family then? You were not fleeing? They did not send you away because they wanted to?” She asked not bothering to be too sensitive about the topic. I gave her a startled nod unsure of why she was asking.
“I love my family very much, but they would not be happy with my…” I tried to rack my brain for the right word.
“Situation? Being the mistress not the wife?” She said.
“My father feared I would become a bed warmer.” I replied honestly, and the words sickened me more than the first time my father had said them. Have I not become just that? A little voice asked, but I knew that it would not be for long. That was the only thought that kept me walking instead of breaking down into tears right then. I thought of Scott taking my hand as we were wed under God, and I instantly felt warmer.
“I see. In a way yes, and in a way no. either way, you do not wish to stay the Mistress, and I do not wish to be hanged.” She said, but there was still nothing but glee in her voice which left me slightly unsettled.
“What are you trying to propose?” I asked her, stopping out of frustration. Briana looked back at the manor, as if to see if we were far enough away. She continued to talk after seeming to make the decision that we were.
“Scott will need time to calm down with so much on his mind, and he will be departing soon. Right through your village I hear.” She said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, but I waited for her to explain. I still didn’t quite understand, but Briana barreled on with her explanation. She didn’t seem cowed at all by my ignorance.
“You can beg to go with him. This is a diplomatic meeting after all not a meeting on bad terms. You could see your family, and you could break the news to him while you’re away.” She said, and that’s when it all started to make sense.
My eyes widened, and I got nearly giddy at being able to tell my parents that I was safe and sound. Then worry went through me at still being a Mistress, but I knew that she was right. Briana was one step ahead of me as always, and I thanked my lucky stars that she was on my side in all of this. I wasn’t sure I could have such a woman as an enemy.
“I see.” I said, trying to figure out how to get Scott to take me along.
“Get him to talk to you about it tonight.” She said, and I nodded again.
“I am sure that he will be more than happy to grant you such a wish, and I will see if I can get Osgar to plant the idea in his head. I can’t do it, but Scott has always been very kind.” She told me as we continued to stroll through the gardens before we both headed to our neatly-joined rooms.
Chapter Five
When I was back in the room, I looked through my closet, and I decided to take out a blue nightgown that he had given me. It would fall right below my knees, but I knew that my curves would show in it. Scott was sure to be excited by the little amount of fabric that was between us. I waited, and sure enough I did not have to wait for long. My heart leaped when Scott didn’t go to Briana. Instead, he was right there with me, knocking and I shyly answered the door.
“Amelia.” He said, smiling at me but there was still a strain in his eyes.
I wanted to lift his stress as my name on his lips lifted mine. I ushered him in, and he shut the door softly. Smiling at me, he tilted my chin up and kisses me. The kiss was rough, and his tongue soon entered my mouth, exploring it as I leaned up on my toes to kiss him back. My hands shot up to wrap in his hair, but he quickly grabbed my wrists with a quickness of a warrior, pressing them at my sides as he walked me back. Scott didn’t break the kiss once as I was pressed back on the bed. I didn’t realize the ache in my wrists until he released them. My gaze traveled down when we reached the bed. I had to look up to look at him, and yet it was hard to miss the obvious bulge under his kilt. Scott reached out for my sheet, ripping it from the bed to tear it once more.
“Give me your hands, lass.” He whispered in my ear, and I did so.
He secured them behind my back, and there was nothing I could do but follow his lead now. Scott was grinning from ear to ear now, as he grabbed one of my tender breast, stroking the sensitive nub with his rough, calloused thumb. It caused me to arch my back as I moaned. I expected him to shove a gag in my mouth again, but instead he undid his kilt to expose his hard, throbbing manhood. His hand tangled in my hair.
“Take it in your mouth.” He said, and I did.
Without the use of my hands I felt awkward before he continued. I wrapped my lips around his hard cock, making him moan which only made the need building between my own legs even more insistent. He pushed his cock into my mouth further, making me gag as I looked up at him. His hand had turned gentle in my hair, and yet I wasn’t allowed to move back. Eventually I breathed through my nose as he continued. I could now see why he didn’t gag me. There would be no threat of anyone hearing us like this.
The more he moaned above me and his fingertips played over my shoulder and back, the more I felt the desire building within me. I needed him, but with his throbbing cock in my mouth, I could do nothing to tell him. I was sure that he saw the need clearly in my eyes, but I continued to do as I was told sucking him off to bring those delightful moans to my ears. Before I knew it, Scott had exploded in my mouth, and it took me a moment to swallow it all.
“Christ, Amelia.” He groaned as he pushed me back. I landed on the bed softly, and he was between my legs again. “You make me never want to stop.” He whispered as I lay there awkwardly on my own hands with his grip almost bruising on my hips. I didn’t care. All I cared about was the fact that he was finally going to fill me and fulfill the need that had been aching for attention since this morning.
“Scott.” I groaned, not caring if Briana heard us.
He didn’t care either as he entered me in one large thrust, causing both pain and pleasure to intermingle inside of me. I thrust my hips back against him to meet his own, and he tilted his head back to groan. My breasts bounced with each hard thrust, as Scott pulled nearly all the way out before pushing back in. it was only his hand at my shoulder that kept me from being pushed up with each thrust. His hand traveled down to massage my tender breasts, pulling at my nipple roughly and twisting as I got closer to the edge.
Once more, he expertly mixed pain and pleasure, making all sensation good sensations. Before I knew it, my toes were curling and our moans mingled loudly through the room. I knew that I wouldn’t last much longer, and by his throbbing, neither would he. His lips were upon mine once more, nipping and pulling at my bottom lip a
s I went over the edge. In a few more rough thrusts he too went over the edge, spilling his seed deep inside of me. Scott stayed there for a time, breathing as I too came down from the oblivion that I ascended into as pleasure racked my body.
He was tender with me once more as he helped me to sit up, untying my hands, but I could feel bruises forming where he had gripped me. I understood what Briana meant. I didn’t care about the bruising. I had enjoyed every moment with him. I feared that he’d leave me the moment he was done, but instead I was pulled onto his big, burly chest. My fingers traced his muscles as he looked up at the ceiling, obviously deep in thought.
“I will be leaving on the morrow.” He said, and I panicked.
“So soon?” I asked, and he nodded. I could tell that there was still something weighing on his mind, but Scott was not ready to share it with me. In time. I reminded myself, but I worried that perhaps he’d never speak openly with me about what ailed or bothered him. I tried to tell myself it was a needless worry, trying to concentrate on one thing at a time.
“I will be going through your village. This is not going to be an easy journey. We will be traveling hard if we make a stop, but would you like to come? You reminded me that you had good relations with your parents tonight.” He huffed, and I could tell that he was unsure of bringing me along.
“I would be so very grateful if you did. It is so kind of you to allow me to see them. I have feared for them ever since I had left” I told him truthfully. I looked up to see him grinning.
I was thankful that I didn’t have to breach the subject, and I wondered if it was Osgar who had brought it to his attention. Tiredness started to overtake me, and I took pleasure in the fact that tonight and every night from now on I’d soon be sleeping in his arms. His strong heartbeat was the only lullaby I needed. It erased my fears, allowing for me to embrace the now with his strong arm wrapped around me. I ached in a completely different way, but this was one I was much more capable of dealing with. I felt satisfied.
Chapter Six
Getting up had been hard, and now dressed for the ride, I felt my heart pounding once more. I had never expected to be returning so soon to see my home, and I certainly didn’t expect so soon to see my parents. It was only by leaning against Scott’s form on his horse that I was able to calm down. There was no wagon this time, just Scott and a few of his men. I was thankful to look around and still see no sign of the ones that tried to force themselves on me. By the time that the sun set down, we had only stopped once to grab something to eat, and now Scott tried to help me down.
My legs were cold and numb from the riding, and if it was not for his strong arms holding me up, I was sure that I would have fallen to my knees. Derek, one of the men riding with us nearly snorted his laughter. I thought for sure that I would be sleeping alone, but thankfully they set up to start to see if they could catch something before dinner, and Scott went with them the moment that they gotten a fire started. I was left to tend it. Sure enough, it was less than an hour before they had two rabbits skinned and I helped to prepare it.
Scott smiled at me mischievously. I didn’t know how he could find me attractive like this. I certainly didn’t look like a lady crouched over the fire helping to cook two bloody rabbits, but every time he looked at me I felt as if I was lighting up from the inside. At least, before the dread of what I was telling him soon enough came back, making me groan inwardly. It wasn’t until after everyone had separated and I was alone with Scott that I was able to get up the courage to talk to him.
“Scott…” I said as I was curled to his chest once more. He was gazing at the sky, clearly still in thought about where we were going. It hit me that he had yet to tell me why we were going. Only that it was meant to be a friendly diplomatic trip, and he looked at me.
“Lass if we weren’t going to sleep, I have better things we could do.” He managed to say playfully. I put my questions aside, realizing that it was now or never. I wouldn’t have the courage otherwise.
“I need to tell you something, but I am so scared to tell you.” I said. I didn’t bother to hide my trembling, and with that Scott shot up. I tried to hide my face in my hands, knowing I had gone too far to back out now, but he grabbed my tender wrists looking at me with concern in his eyes that nearly broke me right then and there. I knew that his care was genuine, and I was about to hurt the only man I had ever loved.
“What is it, Amelia?” He said. “Has someone hurt you?” He said in an urgent, strained whisper. I shook my head.
“No, but I need to tell you something about Lady Briana.” His face seemed to grow cold, and he looked at me with concern in his eyes.
“Has she hurt you?” He whispered with an odd strain in his voice. It was obvious then to me that he would choose me, and it was only that thought that allowed me to blurt out what I needed to. He looked at me urgently.
“I will not allow her to hurt you, Amelia.” He said with such intensity that I felt as if I could say anything at that moment and he would still take me in his arms.
“She’s sleeping with your brother.” I said, and my voice cracked. His hands fell from my wrists, and he looked at me with wide eyes. It was as if I had just struck him, and I couldn’t help but to have my heart break again.
“No.” He said.
“Osgar.” Was all I said in response, and I felt as if I was going to be sick.
“They shall hang.” He said, spitting on the ground. With that, the tears came fresh and real, rolling down my cheeks as I looked at him. I threw my arms around Scott, holding onto his torso, and his hand was on my back soothingly.
“I will not allow them to hurt you.” He whispered. “Nor am I mad at you, Amelia.” He said with such tenderness that I only cried harder. He was tense under me from both my crying and the betrayal that he was felt. That I was certain of.
“No, that’s not it, Scott.” I said, and he looked at me strangely. “I cannot bear the thought of them hanging because of what I’ve said.” I told him, and it was true. The startling realization that I had just about condemned them was so much.
“It is because of their actions.” He said sternly, and it made me recoil. I didn’t get far with his arm still around me.
“We are no better!” I nearly shouted, surprising even myself. He took me by my shoulders, shaking me sternly but gently.
“Do not say that.” Scott bit out, and yet I knew I felt the truth of the words deep in my heart.
“I am your mistress.” I told him. “That is no better than she taking a lover.” I told him, and his anger was starting to boil over. I was afraid that he would strike me, and yet my own stubbornness forced me forward with my words.
“I am not your wife. I am your bed warmer. Just as my father had been concerned.” I said as more tears made tracks down my face. I was shaking as hiccups started to form from the crying.
“Then I will make you my wife. Once Briana and Osgar are taken care of, what is to stop me?” He nearly shouted. I was sure by now we had woken the others, but I did not care. They knew well enough to stay quiet with their Laird in such a foul mood.
“Do you expect me to want a marriage paved on the blood of their deaths?” I whispered in despair, and that seemed to startle him. He frowned but the anger had not left Scott as he fixed me with a hard glower.
“What would you have me do then, Amelia?” He asked.
“I do not care. Pardon them, exile them, but do not expect me to be happy with a union built upon blood.” I told him, and he pulled me close to him.
Soon enough I was under him, and his lips were on mine. They were fevered and angry, kissing me until I was sure that my lips were bruised and swollen. Yet, I kissed him back with the same ferocity. He said nothing, but I was sure that I had won. At least, I hoped so. He worked my dress up, and it was not long before I had moved his plaid and his kilt. Soon enough, Scott was inside of me with my hands moving down his back, clawing at the skin there through his shirt. He groaned with one hand over my mout
h to muffle my screams of pleasure at his mixture of rough tenderness that left me breathless with my toes curling.
I could feel rocks and tree roots digging into my back, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was the way that he moved inside of me. A blush settled over my cheeks as I glanced to the side, sure that the men had to be watching. They were only a stone’s throw away. I had never thought that I’d be taken in this manner, but the moment I saw that they still had their backs turned to us, I lost it. I came hard with him rutting into, bringing me closer to climax again just as I came down. His eyes held that same rough intensity as the night he first rescued me and I had looked at him as a woman looked at a man for the first time.
I knew then as I knew now, that I could belong to no other, and as his thrusting grew more urgent, Scott claimed me once more as I felt him throb and spill his seed deep inside of me. At the same time his teeth found my neck, biting harshly into me. If it were not for his hand, I was sure the village nearly a half day’s ride away would have heard my scream of pleasure as I tightened around him, falling over the edge one last time.
“You ask so much, Amelia.” He whispered as we fell asleep, but I knew that we would get through and I had just spared two lives while making my own dreams come true. Despite that sadness in his voice, I would be able to guide him out of it. As his wife. The thought warmed me just as much as the heat radiating from his body, keeping me warm throughout the night.
Chapter Seven
Scott had not spoken to me since we got up, but I could tell that it was due to him being lost in his thoughts and not his anger towards me. If it had not been urgent that we ride through to give me time to spend to my parents, I was sure that he would have taken me this morning. Instead, I felt his hardness briefly as we rode off. Now I just felt the hardness of his chest, and my breathing hitched as I saw my home village. Scott held me protectively as we reached it, as if I would jump off the horse and run for home.
