“Absolutely!” Sarah said, and I could see she understood perfectly.
James didn’t. “This ought to be good,” he said in a mystified tone of voice.
“It is!” Sarah reassured him.
Hand in hand, I guided Ewan back through the maze of hallways we had taken, back to Gordan’s bedroom. On the way, Ewan said, “I don’t mind in the least who knows of my past if it means defeating that bastard, but what the devil…”
“You’ll see!” I told him. “You too, James.” When we arrived back at Gordon’s chamber, I flung open the door and stepped aside as the men walked in.
“Good heavens!” James said, and he leapt back out into the hallway and into Sarah’s arms, and they laughed together in relief. “I don’t know how you did that, but it’s priceless! The bastard is beaten!”
“James has suffered along with me for a long time,” Sarah told us, as if we couldn’t tell.
Ewan said nothing, but stood there staring at Gordan, who glared back at him from his spot on the floor, still helpless and writhing about uselessly, attempting to spit out my girdle and yell at us, but succeeding only in a perverse, inarticulate series of grunts. Slowly Ewan’s expression turned from disbelief to fear, and finally to happiness. He strode, gingerly at first and then more confidently, near to our prisoner, and at last addressed him. “So, Gordan, my friend. You and Lord Douglas conspired to have me deliver his daughter to you, and I see I have succeeded in every way I could have imagined. You, of course, had no idea just what sort of woman she had grown to be; but I see you know full well now. Careful what you wish for, my friend, you may well get it!” Turning now to me, he said, “I trust you’re going to explain this all to me later, Brianna. I would not miss the story behind this for all the gold in the world!”.
“Of course I am,” I said. “After we get away.”
“And start over somewhere on our own. With my money from home.”
“Which you’ll find a way to collect before he’ll have any chance of getting word back to Father.”
“Who wouldn’t be able to object anyway, as it would destroy his reputation if everyone learned the truth of that night in the barn.” At this, Gordan kicked and whined more intensely than ever, but once again to no avail.
“And we live happily ever after. With Sarah and James as our well-paid help.”
“Indeed. Perhaps a nice house in Inverness, or even London if the fancy should strike us.”
“But first,” I said, turning to Sarah and James, “can the two of you stand watch outside for a quarter of an hour or so?”
“I should think so,” Sarah said, a knowing glint in her eye. Dutifully they stepped out into the hall, and I shut the door. Turning to Ewan, I said, “I am truly sorry for how he took Mother away from you when you were the man she loved. But do tell me, and I shall remind you that you know me well enough to have no fear of offending my ladylike sensibilities, exactly what did he mean by ‘what my mother was like’? Your account of the whole sordid tale suggested that he never succeeded in anything with her.”
“I’m sure I have no idea what he meant, if indeed he meant anything,” Ewan declared, taking me in a fond embrace that once again roused Gordan, who remained helpless to do anything but writhe about on the floor. “He has had all these years to imagine life with her, after all, when in reality he could only succeed in keeping her from me, only to lose her to his dearest friend. If I had to guess, I could only assume he has imagined taking your mother to his bed so many times now that it seems real to him. But on my word of honour, I know of only the one occasion of which I have already told you that he was ever alone with her. And between my well-timed arrival and her own resolve to fight him off, he succeeded only in destroying first her dress and then her life. And mine, I thought at the time, but now I see he was only able to delay my finding true joy in life!” At that point he leaned in as if to kiss me, but I was already of a mind to do so and, standing on my toes, I met him rather more than halfway.
We were silent in that moment of tenderness, our lips locked together deliciously, with only Gordan’s wounded outrage for accompaniment. When at last the kiss was over, we both looked down at him and burst into victorious laughter. “Shall we show him just exactly what he’ll be missing for the rest of his miserable life?” I suggested.
“And how!” Ewan agreed. I already had his shirt pushed most of the way up his well-developed chest, which contrasted so beautifully with Gordan’s flabby torso. He raised his arms and I pushed it up and over his head. He lost no time in unbuttoning my dress, and presently I was once again nude, a state I was coming to feel was almost normal in that room. Still wearing his pants, which sported a wonderful bulge now, Ewan carried me to the bed, giving Gordan a swift kick in the back on the way, and lay me on the sheets. Gordan offered up his loudest grunt yet, and squirmed around as if to trip Ewan up; but Ewan easily evaded his efforts.
Ewan spread my legs gently and took a long, victorious look at Gordan, who was glaring up at us; I could only just see his hateful stare over the side of the bed. Then Ewan looked back at me and knelt down at the end of the bed, and without another word he dove in between my thighs.
I had heard of such things before, but none of Father’s men had ever been willing – always some silly idea that women were unclean somehow – and so the lovely flicking of Ewan’s tongue about my vulva was as much a revelation as a delight. The very intense touch soon had me grabbing at fistfuls of the blankets as I almost wanted to writhe away, but not quite. I let out the tension in joyful screams well before he brought me to orgasm, even louder than I was naturally inclined to make because of Gordan’s presence, and louder still once I was coming. Through it all, Gordan’s hateful presence was a wonderful enhancement to our pleasure, as we all three knew this was the closest he would ever get to touching me again.
After I climaxed, I took a deep breath and a pleasantly exhausted sigh, and then patted on the bed for Ewan to come join me. “Lie back,” I said, and he did, his cock pointing straight up. After catching my breath, I took it gently in both hands and, straddling him, I guided him inside me. “Now let’s show him what you can do for me!” I said.
“And he never could!” Ewan said between moans.
“Not even if we were ever to let him!” I agreed.
I rocked back and forth on him, slowly and luxuriantly, to Ewan’s audible delight and Gordan’s clear frustration judging from the rare glances I cast at him. Our voices joined together in a lovely primal harmony, and he reached up and teased my breasts as I ground into him. Several minutes went by, each one more obviously frustrating to Gordan than the last as he was now grunting and writhing about on the floor.
Once again I felt Ewan’s orgasm, and the thrill of that sensation sent me over the edge into my second one. I then collapsed upon him in a joyous embrace that we shared in silence for a few minutes. Gordan had finally given up on whining, so now the room truly was silent but for his occasional vain efforts to undo his ropes and chains.
I was still enjoying the afterglow when Ewan sat up. “Get up, there’s no time to lose,” he said. “We must be away before someone discovers what has happened.”
“Where will we go?” I asked.
Ewan cast me a shushing look, and I held my tongue as we arose and hurried our clothes back on. Out in the hall, he asked James and Sarah to guide us to the stables, and soon we were off downstairs.
Once we were outside in the stables, Ewan found our horses and then directed James and Sarah to take one each for themselves as well. “We’ll be away before anyone misses them, I promise,” he said.
When we were out and off into the pitch black night, Ewan finally explained his plan. “I know a shortcut back home,” he explained. “I can be there by tomorrow afternoon, and that will give me time to collect some money to take care of us for the time being before your father will be able to do anything about it. I am not sure that he could do anything anyway once word gets out of what we did to Go
rdan – people will ask the right questions now, at long last – but we cannot be too careful. Brianna, you will take Sarah and James to Margaret’s inn – you can find your way back there, can’t you?”
“Of course,” I said.
“Great. Tell her I sent you and why, and I’ll meet you there in another day or two. She knows me; there won’t be any questions, at least not ones you won’t be able to answer.”
“What of your lie to her about marrying me?”
“It is no longer a lie, is it? Besides, Margaret knows what a vile creature Gordan is. I assure you she will understand, and she will admire you greatly for all you have done tonight.”
“Then what will we do?” Sarah asked – something I was wondering as well.
“Then we’re off to start fresh,” he said. “I’ll take care of you all, and Brianna here will take care of me.”
“Then we all ought to be safe indeed,” Sarah agreed. Though I couldn’t see her in the dark, I sensed a grin, and I responded in kind.
The rest of the story, my friend, is but gravy. To make a long story short: Margaret did take us in, and when inevitably word got out from Gordon’s home, she hid the three of us in the cellar and the searching party moved on in vain. It was nevertheless a nerve wracking couple of days to wait for Ewan’s return. But return he did, and we were off to live our lives together, and Sarah and James as well, and after some effort I was even able to reconnect with Penny. That late night on the path away from Gordan and from our miserable past, proved to be but the beginning of a lovely adventure indeed.
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