SCOTTISH ROMANCE: My Sinful Surrender to a Highlander Werewolf (Scottish Werewolf Pregnancy Romance) (Historical Medieval Shape Shifter Paranormal Science Fiction Short Stories)

by Fiona Knightingale

  “And one more thing. Always fight for the top position. You never stop fighting for the top. You settle for lower, you lose. Got it?”

  “Is this professional?” Viola asked, flinching and squirming, looking into his eyes and exhaling—caught in a state between anger and arousal.

  “No. It isn’t,” he taunted, slapping her lightly on the face. “What are you going to do? Gain the upper hand at any cost. Do what you have to.”

  She squirmed and shot her legs up in the air trying to break free from his restraining knees. She fought valiantly until she hiked her legs up to knee his back and side. He relented and she broke free, jumping to her feet.

  He lunged out again but this time she caught him, locking his wrist under her underarm…but then losing her focus. She blinked twice and reached in closer to kiss him.

  He swooped over with his legs tripping her and moving out of the way. He watched as she fell to the floor and turned over, patting down her bruised pride.

  “Don’t expose yourself.”

  “I didn’t.”

  “Yes. You did. You trust people with your emotions, you get hurt.”

  “I want you to-”

  “I don’t care,” he said firmly. “You have no idea what you’re asking. Stay strong. The student must always become stronger than the teacher.”

  “Are you really that cold, Othlo?”

  He raised his brow listening.

  “Or is your heart as hard as your dick?”

  “Enough,” he commanded, watching her face to make sure she stood down. “This isn’t a game.”

  She lost her smile and looked down at the floor, feeling his judgment.

  He sensed her weakness and invaded her space again, staring a hole through her face and looking down, deepening his tones as he spoke. “If you ever try anything like that again…no more lessons. You will be dismissed. Understood?”

  “Yes.”

  “You’d better,” he said in dire warning, making sure all ease and pleasure was gone from her face before he stormed out of the gym, as always, far removed from the moment thinking five moves ahead.

  **

  III

  Their training continued for days, each time with Othlo growing more impatient, rude and domineering, and always more distant. He wasn’t like a loving master or lover—just a moody teacher who was losing faith in his student. Viola was a brawler but she lacked finesse. As if sensing her lack of confidence, her inexperience, he grabbed her where it hurt and made each new task that much more difficult.

  She was learning all right, but something about the training didn’t feel honest to Othlo. She didn’t suffer enough. She didn’t get the subtly of the technique he showed her. Worse yet, she wasn’t dominating but reacting to his power. It bothered him and wasn’t quite sure how to express himself…

  Except maybe a flagrant hip throw and arm bar.

  “Oww,” Viola said, as Othlo let go. “Do you have to be so nasty about it?”

  “You think a man attacking you would do anything less?”

  “This is just training, Othlo! Settle the fuck down.”

  “What did you say?” he asked, fuming.

  “I’m just saying…”

  He grabbed her wrist and locked it from behind, then shoving her down to the ground. He stood up above but then kneeled back down, wanting to emphasize the goddamned point. He mounted her from behind, shoving his crotch into her backside, using his weight to subdue her.

  He suddenly became aware of her body, how tight her cheeks were and how firmly she gripped the floor. Not flexible, not spry, but gripping the mat and tensing her buttocks. He looked down and saw what he was doing. His covered staff stood erect and was slapped up against her cheeks, rubbing against her pants.

  He struggled with his feelings, still wanting to punish her for being lazy, for missing all the opportunities her gave her.

  He decided to make her feel it—he shoved his midsection hard into her rear, hoping to cause a bruise but instead barely penetrated her ass cheeks with his erection. He sighed quietly, a little embarrassed at how good it felt. Indeed, he lost focus and this was the best opportunity for Viola to win.

  But she only waited, craving more of the same. She waited in silence and didn’t question her sensei. Instead she let him enjoy the feeling of tight flesh surrounding his shaft. He knew she felt his penis and was shamefully letting him get away with it. Not even questioning—just obedient and eager to be punished, but with hardly any understanding of technique.

  He pulled himself out of her crack but felt another pleasant sensation, crackling up his shaft and then to his heart and forehead. A nice tingle overcame him as he looked at her butt, so covered and hidden, and so inviting. All he had to do was reach out and pull them off. He felt ashamed at his thoughts, even while resting his palm on her cheeks.

  She hummed and arched her back. “I don’t think that’s in the playbook, sensei.”

  “I…I’m sorry,” he said shifting backward in revulsion of what he just felt.

  “It’s okay, it’s cool,” he said, shifting her head back at him but remaining in position. “Don’t show weakness, right? Just press on. And let’s pretend it didn’t happen.”

  She laughed. A bit of an inappropriate laugh.

  He shoved himself into her again, this time losing all control and forgetting to scowl and discipline his student. This time he just penetrated her…without apology or explanation.

  He said nothing but he pushed his erection harder and deeper into her crack through two layers of pants. He was getting rock hard at the feeling of his shaft chaffing and grinding inside. It felt dirty and weak-minded. But it had been a long time since he felt anything like this; anything like the loss of control. Like inhibition and spontaneity.

  He grunted and shoved his dick into ass deeper, rubbing the buried shaft between her thick cheeks.

  “Do it…” she whispered, all too aware that the slightest mistake or an awkward moment might kill his enthusiasm. He was reluctantly giving in, rubbing his member on his student and thinking terrible things about a respectable woman.

  He almost mouthed the words I’m sorry,” before stalling, figuring words were pointless. He pushed her face down into the mat and began rubbing his penis between the crevices and folds of her skin, summoning up a forgotten lust—a human and weak mind that he beaten into shape so long ago.

  Viola exhaled softly as he pounded her asscrack so hard he made contact with her guarded hole. “Uh huh…” she whispered.

  Othlo shut his eyes in shame but kept shoving himself deeper inside, madly, obsessively and seemingly out of his own body.

  He finally stopped after realizing his own shame, and backed away, pressing down on his hard shaft and putting it back into place. Viola turned around and stared.

  “Something wrong, teacher? Why don’t you finish what you started?”

  She quickly reached around and mounted him, pinning him arms to the mat and forcing his knees down with her own. She climbed on top of his lap and straddled him, feeling his dick bulge beneath her weight. “Is that what you want? You fucking weak man? To train a black girl to behave herself? To be your slave? Is that right?”

  He tried to kick her off but she remained strong and fought for the top position as ordered. He struggled to break free and she grabbed his face, shoving back forward putting his nose and mouth in between her breasts.

  He shifted back and again but she grabbed his hair and set him firmly in place in between her breasts with his mouth now tasting the sweat of her t-shirt. He fought his way back, shoving her to the ground and lying on top of her, pinning her arms back.

  Othlo looked at her—then lost all resolve. He kissed her, right on the lips, soulfully as if their life force was exchanging, as if a fire consumed him. He ravaged her with strong and hungry kisses from her lips to her jaw line and down to her sensitive neck.

  Viola inhaled deeply as Othlo strengthened his grip on her wrists and necked her in mad, fo
rbidden passion. He shoved his face back into her breasts, kissing her cleavage and holding her breasts together. She sighed and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him in closer and giving him the forbidden taste he craved.

  She looked on in awe as her teacher suckled on her breasts, rolling his face in her wet cleavage, still hot and slippery from a previous work. He pushed up her t-shirt, prompting her to take it off. He kisses and licked his way from her tummy to her lower abdomen then into her belly button, giving Viola reason to exhale full and throaty.

  “Shhh…” he commanded, whether in denial this was happening or just continuing the master-student dynamic, which seemed to please them both.

  She took her shirt material from his hands and lifted it to her chest, her face being covered up and her blue bra enticing Othlo to suck on her tits again. But he couldn’t wait. His heart beat fast for Viola, and his African temptress was flaming hot.

  She exhaled and ripped the shirt from above her, feeding more naked flesh to her aggressive lover. He grasped at her cleavage, burrowing his lips in between her crack, desperate to touch her, to feel her at any cost.

  The sex was getting rough and Viola felt an erotic thrill travel up her spine. Othlo shoved her on her back just so he could mangle her bra off and touch her breasts. He threw her bra to the floor beside him and feasted on her breasts, forcing her thick cocoa nipples into his mouth and sucking with a virgin’s desire.

  It was hot and Viola loved the feeling of a man losing all control over her—making her feel sexy, feminine and desired. Not “tough” or sassy. Othlo dominated her chest, so ravenous he began pinching her nipples, just to hear her squeal.

  “Aaaaah!” she groaned and shuddered. “I like that…I like that…Aaaah!”

  He unbuckled her pants, watching her face react in heated excitement. She met his eyes furiously and watched in helpless surrender.

  He pulled down her pants swiftly, bringing her legs out into the open and throwing her shyness to the wind. He caressed her legs and caressed her sensitive thighs and hips with his warm lips.

  “Aaah…master…” she sighed as he put his mouth to her pussy, still covered by her blue panties.

  “Take your panties off,” he commanded. His assertive voice gave her chills and made her grow moist as silent moments continued. She did just as he told and shyly but surely pulled her panties down giving her master a full view of her patch of bush and legs—her legs shut together in shame.

  Othlo put his hand on her belly and then his other hand on her pubic bone, massaging her slowly and surely. It felt electrifying and erotic, whatever he was doing. He was activating erogenous zones she didn’t even know she had.

  He put his hand through her patch of pubic hair and listened to her coo and inhale nervously. The master then gently spread her legs apart, using a bit of restraint.

  “Spread your legs. I want to look at you.”

  She shook her head.

  “You do what your master says.”

  “I’m shy…” she whispered.

  “No. There is no shy. You do what you are told. You feel what I tell you to feel.”

  “Yes…”

  She slowly spread her legs, a bit jerky but still in submission. She exposed her intimacy, her pussy lips, to his face, letting him get a close and long, lingering look.

  “Now you repeat after me. When my master touches me I get wet. Say it.”

  “When my…”

  She closed her eyes and hummed.

  “Say it.”

  “When my master touches me I get wet…”

  She dropped her mouth open in excitement. She was getting wet and he was touching her, although only on her elbow.

  He then began caressing her midsection, her secret spot just above her pubic hair and below her belly button. “When your master touches you, you get wet.”

  “Uh huhh…” she said, groaning softly as she felt her pussy open up and become a little moist.

  “When my…my…”

  “Say it. And spread your legs apart so I can see.”

  “Aaah…when my master touches me I get so wet…”

  And she felt it. As soon as the words left her mouth she felt her clit become engorged with blood and her pussy drip in anticipation.

  “Holy shit…what are you doing to me…”

  “What do you think? When your master touches you, he makes you come. Say it.”

  “Unghhh…” she said, still feeling her wetness increase to the point of discomfort. Her scent was everywhere. Her juices were flowing right in front of his face.

  “Say it.”

  “When my master touches me…he makes me…”

  Before she finished, Othlo put his fingers firmly up her pussy and folded them back reaching her G-spot just like a Tantric God ought to.

  “Ohhhh God!” she cried, just as he began applying stronger pressure to her body’s most sensitive spot.

  “What did I tell you to say?”

  “Ohhhhh! Ohhh I can’t talk!”

  “What?”

  “Ohhhh!” she groaned, spasming back and forth as the man pummeled her G-spot and sent her juices splashing. “Please…please…you’re gonna…”

  “Say it.”

  “When my master touches me he makes me cum!”

  “Good,” he said, still finger fucking her black pussy so hard and fast.

  “Ohhh Jesus!”

  “Open your pussy,” he commanded. “Let me see what is mine.”

  “Mmmm-hmmmm…”

  She flinched nervously while spreading her lips apart for his viewing pleasure.

  “Good. Now what happens when your master touches you?”

  “Aaaah…please…please…I get wet…”

  “That’s right. Good slave.”

  He sent his fingers up to her G-spot again but this time rested his face on her patch of pubic hair, putting his mouth around her throbbing clit.

  “Oh Sensei. It’s too much…”

  “What do you say?”

  “Oh God…my master…”

  He started licking her clit firm and fast with his unbreakable tongue.

  “Ohhh!” she screamed, shoving her pubic patch straight into his nose and mouth, and humping his face. “My master! My master! Makes me wet…makes me cum…”

  He began humming on her clit while he licked it, still exerting pressure in her pussy, while milking her G-spot.

  “Ohhhh!” she cried again, grabbing her hair and pulling. Othlo opened his ferocious but focused eyes and watched her breasts jiggle back and forth, her thick black nipples shining like chocolate. He issued commands to her with her thick clitoris still filling his mouth, causing a pleasant humming feeling that felt like a vibrator’s edge.

  “Mmmmm! Mmmmm!” She started panting.

  “I said look at me,” he commanded, drawing back so he could speak. “You look at me when I fuck you.”

  “Yes…yes…”

  She struggled to meet his daunting eyes but she did it. His naked power was amazing and just holding eye contact was a sensual experience. She panted deep and shallow as she stared into his eyes, totally submissive, as he returned to sucking her big clit while milking her G-spot ruthlessly.

  “What do you do when your master-?”

  “Ohhh God! Stop!” she screamed, her pelvis shooting upward in a strong pang of orgasm. “Stop asking me…”

  “What do you do?”

  “I get wet! I get wet, master!”

  He stroked her G-spot harder until he let go and the woman screamed bloody murder. She began squirting out of her beautiful black pussy and spasming all over the ground. Her cum fountain shot him right in the face, only provoking him to get even dirtier. He lunged forward going right back to her wet and contracting pussy hole and licking her juices clean.

  “Ohhh God I’m cumming again!” she screamed, this time shooting another squirt onto his face while making a big, eyes-squinting O-face. Her pussy squirmed back and forth and dripped wetness, even while h
er master continued challenging her—licking her cunthole and still fingering her throbbing clit.

  “Yeeeees!” she screamed. “Eat my pussy out!”

  He slapped her pubic bone with his hand, making sure she squirted every last orgasmic seizure she had left inside—all the while forcing her to keep eye contact with him. She struggled to maintain the stare and barely succeeded, almost shutting her eyes in afterglow lethargy, but still making sure to take in his presence, ingraining his image in her mind’s eye.

  “Get cleaned up,” he commanded. He kneeled to his knees then to his feet. He wiped her feminine juices from his lips and walked on his way to the shower.

  “Yes…yes…”

  Othlo always had very unpredictable and stern reactions to sex. He was a brilliant and intense lover but not quite so personable in bedroom manner. In fact, he considered his tryst with Viola to be a big mistake. An incident in which he lost total control. The next time she came in, he felt it necessary to confront her and inform her about the misunderstanding.

  “What happened was a loss of control on my part. Shameful. I was attracted to you and I failed to rise above fleshly temptation.”

  “Is that all it was?” she said with a smile.

  “YES. That’s all it was.”

  “I see,” she said going back to a frown.

  “Never speak of this again. It was a failure of etiquette. A mistake never to be repeated.”

  But Viola wasn’t satisfied. She continued to question him and flirt, not getting the hint. The Master Othlo eventually lost patience with her and banished her from private lessons.

  But the mistake was in letting her still come to public sessions…

  IV

  The

  Othlo watched in agony as Viola worked out right in front of him, performing stretches and martial arts moves all the while wearing tight yoga pants which showed the good master everything—from her dynamite bubble cheeks ass to the outline of her camel toe and modest patch of pubes.

  He tried to ignore her obvious plea for attention.

  “Okay, class today we’re going to discuss what ass…”