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by Lucy Lixx

  Scott wrapped his hands around me, smelling my hair: “I came to see you right away.”

  As I felt his hands glide through my spine, I knew I would do everything to keep him. Let the games begin.

  THE END

  Mistress Of Scott Manor Vol. 2

  Recap: Mistress of Scott Manor

  Briana was a beautiful woman whom I felt I couldn’t compare to and yet she had made it clear that she no longer wanted to be wife to the man that I was slowly realizing I was in love with. My Laird, Scott McKenzie had stolen my heart the moment I had laid eyes on him. I didn’t know how I had come from peasant to mistress in such a short amount of time, and looking at it in retrospect had my head spinning. Now I was faced with the daunting task of scheming to becoming the wife of the man I loved, yet making sure the woman I was in competition with wasn’t hanged for her adultery. I had never expected to have her, my nemesis, as my ally, but somehow the tenderness within me could not bear the thought of losing her despite her betrayal.

  I was in a position I felt I had no experience for, and though I loathed her very existence, she was the biggest asset I had to help me keep Scott in my bed, and thoughts of me in his heart. Luckily as Laird, Scott had the ability to grant me my wish, her redemption. I just had to keep his attention long enough to make sure that the love in my heart I held for him was returned in more ways than the mere lust I saw in those deep, dark eyes. Scott McKenzie would be mine. I would not be the bed warmer that my father feared I would become. Not for long, anyways. I would sate my desires and honor my father’s pride. I refuse to be a mistress forever.

  Chapter One

  “The Laird is back!” It echoed through the castle, making heart skip a beat, a brisk smile splaying across my face. I Scott he had been away, and his return filled me with nothing but delight. How my heart had ever so quickly grown to love a man whom by law owned me, and to which I truly had no rights? Yet, I would have given up all earthly possessions, if I had them, to be with him man time and time again, if I’d been tasked to make such a fitful choice. I longed to see him, to smell him, taste him. The anticipation of knowing that with his return, I’d soon feel the warmth and strength of his arms wrapped about me, quickened my heartbeat, hitching my breath, as an all too familiar heat rose from deep within me.

  But, he had not come to me last night as I thought he would. Instead of going to bed afterwards, it was only a little while before he had taken up with Briana. It had made my heart split in two, and yet it only fortified my resolve to keep his interest. Briana’s words were ringing in my ears as I heard her cry out in what I knew was pain and pleasure now.

  With the next day upon us, I smiled to myself as I looked around. Everyone had treated me differently since he had declared me as his official Mistress. It had not been met with the same distrust and worry that I thought it would. Instead, it seemed as if it was an honored title. I was the Mistress of Scott Manor, and that meant something to everyone here. The only woman that was above me was Lady Briana, but I knew that she had no intention of staying above me for long.

  I no longer have to go about doing chores, because my new title had left me with nothing to do but bide my time, giving me far too much space to ponder, within the quiet and peaceful seclusion of my private chambers. Briana, overhearing the whispered gossip of the kitchen help, was now aware of my daily self-imposed exile, and that’s when she called me to the parlor. I hurried to get there before I irritated her. She was still a wild card to me, which I could not fully understand. She said her motive was love, but a love built on betrayal baffled me. Yet, a small voice in my head argued that I was doing the same.

  I found Briana sitting in a chair, turned toward the window, looking over the countryside. She had tea in front of her with two teacups set out, obviously waiting for me. She smiled at me in a way which never reached her eyes. This routine display of disingenuousness always puzzled me and I just couldn’t understand why she’d hurt a man that seemed so dedicated to her in every way he could; even if he couldn’t give her his heart. It’s not my place to understand. It works in my benefit. I thought, forcing a smile on my face as she motioned for me to sit.

  “I heard that you had him entertained last night well enough.” Briana said in a strong voice, showing no hint of discomfort in the topic, while my own embarrassment started to mount.

  “I thought so…” I said, trailing off and bowing my head. It was still hard to meet her eyes, but her smile never wavered.

  “After what we’ve been through together, I thought that you would at least be able to look at me now child.” She chided me with amusement clear in her voice.

  That’s when Briana seemed to notice that something was wrong, taking my teacup, I took a sip of the lavender blend she had picked out. Looking up, I saw her sipping her tea with a perfectly arched eyebrow questioning me. She tapped her fingers on her cup, making it clear that she was going to make me tell her what was on my mind.

  “He came to you afterwards…” I said, clearly uncomfortable. I wanted to say how it tore my heart in two, but I allowed my sentence to trail off. I couldn’t tell her that. For some reason, it felt too private. Even my voice was unsteady.

  “Ah. Yes. That’s actually why I called you here today. It is not that Scott is a good lover, but I do not care if he comes to my bed. With our plan, he soon will never come to me again. I need you to take care of that for me. He should be satisfied enough with you that if he does go again, that he seeks you out for the second tumble” She said. There was no smile in her voice. There was only fact in her words. I nodded, unable to think of how I’d manage, waiting for her to suggest something to me.

  “That is why your next lesson will be tomorrow when Scott goes out to the village. He has an appointment with the blacksmith.” She told me matter-of-factly.

  My heart started to beat harder at the memory of what had happened last time, but I forced myself to nod. I wasn’t going to back out of our arrangement now. A small corner of her mouth started to lift into a smile before she caught herself. Her eyes scanned me, and I could tell that I was blushing. She giggled.

  “I do wonder if you’ll ever outgrow that innocence. I hope not. You’ll keep his interests longer with it.” She said finishing her tea. I still sipped mine. I wasn’t ready to give up something so quickly that would buy me time if I could not think of a proper answer.

  “I will send for you as early as he leaves, and I expect you to get up and come to me immediately.” Briana said.

  “Yes ma’am.” I replied.

  “You are dismissed.” Briana answered, and as I gathered my skirts to get up, she met me with a stare.

  “Oh, and Amelia.” She said, causing me to stop. “Do find hobbies. He does not like knowing a woman has moped for him all day. He quite likes interrupting your activities.” She said, seeming caught up in some memory before Briana shook it off. I gave her a small nod before heading out, trying to figure out what I should do while I waited for the morning to arrive.

  Going to the gardens seemed like the best plan, hoping that it would buy me peace and quiet to gather my thoughts. I smiled at people as I passed them, yet I was still getting mixed reactions. It was obvious that many people were jealous. Men and women alike. I smiled at them despite whatever look they gave me, relishing the fact that soon enough I’d be his wife, and there would be nothing but warm welcomes around me. That thought warmed my heart and allowed me to keep moving toward the garden to find my solitude. I enjoyed the idea of sitting in Briana’s seat with Scott at my side as I walked through the garden. I was so lost in my thoughts, that I didn’t realize when someone’s hands snaked around my waist.

  Panic surged through me, and his other hand went to my mouth. I was nearly paralyzed with fear before my instincts kicked in. I went to kick him as hard as I could, but the man maneuvered to keep me from landing the blow to him where it would hurt him the most. Instead, I hit his leg as I was pulled against a large, chiseled chest. He had his nose in my
hair, taking a large whiff, and panic surged through me again as his hand went from my stomach to my delicate hip, pulling me back further. I could feel his hardened member, and as he chuckled at my reaction, his amusement at my struggle rumbled through his chest.

  “Ouch, Lass. It’s me.” Came Scott’s familiar voice. “It’s good to know you wouldn’t allow anyone to touch you but me…” He said as all further drive to fight left me. I could feel my heart start to flutter at the way his large, strong chin settled at the top of my head in my hair. I was pulled tightly against him.

  “People will see…” I protested, and I could hear him chuckle again.

  “Then let them, Lass. It’ll be fine. You’re my mistress. What is the shame of that?” He asked me before he swept my hair to the side. He started to place feather light kisses on my neck, causing my toes to curl as I felt heat rush into me, making me ache for him.

  A lot. My parents wouldn’t be proud. I thought despite myself, but his lips were more persistent as they worked across my shoulder, loosening my bodice to move my sleeve aside enough to expose more skin. I gasped at the idea of being so indecent in public, and yet I knew his figure shadowed me. I will not be a mistress for long. I reminded myself, but thoughts were becoming hard as he kissed back up to the crook of my neck all the while holding me against him. His teeth grazed my skin, and my mouth fell into an ‘oh’.

  I don’t know why I didn’t expect it by now. Scott was full of surprises, but I jumped, gasping out loud. He shushed me before his teeth sunk into my neck and the hand he had placed at my hip started to knead my flesh, pulling my skirts up just slightly, teasing me. I whimpered as tears pricked at my eyes before his lips moved over the spot he had just bit more tenderly, massaging away the pain before he went back to kissing up my neck to whisper in my ear.

  “Not here.” I protested, but my protests were weak with desire even to my own ears as he inched my skirt up even higher. The hedges and trellises of jasmine would hide us, but we were in plain sight if anyone decided to come further into the garden which set my nerves on edge.

  “Why not, Amelia? Do you believe love is just for the bedroom?” He teased me as my heart pounded out a yes that my lips couldn’t seem to form. He nipped my ear tugging at it.

  “Oh no, no, Lass. Love can be shared anywhere. Should I show you how?” He asked teasingly but then that’s when someone interrupted us.

  “My Laird!” Osgar’s gruff voice came out from behind us, and Scott let my skirts fall but my bodice was still loose. He quickly helped me to straighten them out, leaving me to tie them as he shadowed me, turning to face to Osgar. His annoyance was clear.

  “Osgar.” He said, as Osgar coughed hiding his own amusement.

  “My Laird, we have a messenger. He says it is urgent.” Osgar said without apology in his voice. My blushing couldn’t get any worse as I stepped out from behind Scott who now had a frown on his perfectly sculpted face. I looked at him with a hint of worry on my face.

  “From who?” Scott asked. There was no playfulness in his voice now.

  “Laird McDougal’s from the Lowlands.” He said. Scott was nodding to himself after hearing the name, as if he was already going through all the reasons that he would be called upon.

  “I see. See to his comfort and I’ll be there soon.” Scott said dismissing him. He looked at me with hunger in his eyes, and as my eyes wandered down, I could see his swollen manhood under his kilt which he hadn’t bothered to hide in front of his brother.

  “We will continue this later, Amelia.” He said in a soft, husky voice full of promises.

  I took his arm as we walked back to the manor together. I was left with the same dizzying thoughts as before with the lingering feeling of his lips on my neck causing me to try to distract myself even more urgently to make the ache between my legs go away. I now knew what I was aching for, but it didn’t help me any when I closed my eyes and I still had his naked form in front of me, spurning my desire to escalate all the more.

  Chapter Two

  I was sleeping soundly until I was woken up with the curtains being pulled back, spilling light into the room. Sure enough, I opened my eyes trying to focus on who was in the room with me. I knew it had to be either the servant that Lady Briana was sending or Scott himself, but much to my surprise I could see platinum hair starting to catch the early rays of morning light that streamed. There was no mistaking Briana and her amused expression. She once again had her wooden rod with her, and she wearing nothing but a small robe accentuated every curve. My eyes flew open as I looked at her in my white shift, pulling the covers up.

  “I thought you’d send for me.” I said, and Briana just tilted her head back to laugh.

  “I thought why do so? I am right in the other room, and Scott is off on his horse already.” she teased me.

  “Does it upset you when someone deviates from plans?” She tsked at me. “If so, do not expect to hold my husband’s interest for long.” I could tell that something was wrong as she spoke to me, but I didn’t feel that it was my place to ask. Was it the messenger? I thought, but I didn’t have long to think as she had crossed from the window to my bedside. She sat on the opposite side of me with a dangerous smile on her lips as she prodded my side with the wooden rod.

  “He did not take you last night, do you know why?” She asked, and I shook my head no.

  “Because he is preoccupied with the stress of a messenger. Osgar spoke to me about the state he found you in at the gardens.” She told me, and I shied away from her gaze but the rod was quickly under my chin forcing my eyes to meet hers.

  “That means he is stressed. You knew it, and did nothing. It will cause him to seek another. This time it was me.” She said delivering the blow to my pride in a soft, sensual voice that did nothing to lessen the sting. Sure enough, I had heard them, but it had sounded as if she was muffled.

  “Tell me, Amelia. For lesson number two, if you believe that you can handle his stress as well as his joy?” She spoke softly, but I felt as if I was being tricked.

  “Yes, of course.” I said looking at her through sleepy eyes.

  She stood up, and her body was illuminated in the morning rays as she let the robe fall to the ground. I could see that there was bruising around her hips in the same place that Scott’s hand was on me just yesterday in the gardens. There were thumb print bruises on her wrists that I had not seen and marks on her breasts that looked like they would have been both painful and pleasurable to receive. I looked at her, eyebrows knitted together as I tried to figure out if I should feel pity or envy.

  “Oh, Amelia, trust me I enjoyed it, but will you?” She implored, walking around to my side of the bed still completely naked and bathed in the morning light.

  “Get undressed.” Briana spoke softly, but it was an order in her voice. I got up, and my fingers were trembling as I pulled the nightgown up and over my head.

  “Remind me to help you to get more appealing nightgowns and robes.” She mumbled, and I nodded looking at the way she tapped the rod on her leg as I discarded my shift. Lady Briana motioned for me to get up on my knees, and so I did. Just as I was getting up, she caught sight of my neck and she had me pause. I looked at her confused before I remembered the mark that Scott had left. Her eyes were mischievous.

  “I see that he gave you a love bite.” She said. “They get harder.” She cooed at me as she told me to get on my hands and knees.

  She nudged my knees wider apart, which brought my breasts closer to the sheets. My nipples hardened despite myself, and the familiar feeling of the rod was now between my spread open lips, rubbing up and down my slit. I tried to suppress a small moan. She hit that sensitive point that made my toes curled, and I was lost in the sensation that she was bringing me. I didn’t even notice Briana lean down to whisper in my ear.

  “He’s frustrated. Don’t you think that you should share in that frustration?” She said as she continued at a slower pace, making me continue to climb towards the release I so de
sperately craved.

  I couldn’t get my wits about me to talk, but I tried to nod. She stopped rubbing, and I groaned at the loss of friction. I tried to still my hips not wanting to embarrass myself further. The rod was now tracing my spine before it was raised and landed with a thwack against my bottom. I groaned, jumping. It wasn’t a gentle hit this time, but I knew that she was still careful not to leave marks.

  “You think he won’t hit you harder to see your toes curl?” Briana teased me before continuing to redden my ass.

  I was lost in desire and pain as she continued to rain down thwack after thwack on my bottom, make it red and sore. It seemed to cause me to ache even more as my nipples rubbed against my sheets with each jump, and just as I thought I could take no more she told me to kneel on the bed. I didn’t see it coming. The rod was on my breasts now just as it had been on my bottom moments before making my eyes widen as I cried out.

  “You respond so beautifully…” Briana said in a breathy whisper as she started to hit me from the underside now. I was a frenzy of desire with pain and pleasure seeming to run through me, making my blood boil. I was looking at the ground now, but soon enough I was forced to meet her cool blue eyes again.

  “I have to stop. You’ll have marks, and we don’t need Scott asking questions now do us?” She teased me. She was smiling now. It was a real smile, and I could tell that she was worked up just as much as I was. I felt like my entire being was centered at the desire between my legs. My hands itched to pleasure myself, but I couldn’t bear the idea of doing so in front of her.

  “Osgar isn’t here…” She said softly to herself. “So you’ll have to do.” She told me with her voice a little bolder, making my eyes widen as she pulled me from the bed. I stumbled to my feet before she had me on my knees in front of her with her sitting on my bed. Her hand was in my hair.