A Lady's Vengeance

by Reece Butler

  James came up behind her. He set his hands on her waist and nuzzled her neck. She shivered with heat.

  “Methinks our wife needs a rest after her grueling journey,” he murmured. His hands dropped to caress her bottom.

  “But there’s work to be done and—”

  “Let the servants see to the unpacking,” said Cormac. “Ye’ll insult them if ye interfere.”

  The gleam in his eye matched his wicked grin. He ran his hands along the side of the bed as if to make sure it would hold their weight. Though she was equally aroused and wanted to test the bed, this was her first home. She was mistress here, not a meek daughter or visitor.

  “I must set an example,” she said primly, pushing James’s hands away.

  “Aye,” replied James. “Our people must know how things are to be from now on. As do you.”

  Cormac barred the door with a timber too heavy for her to remove. James opened her gown and eased his hands inside. Gooseflesh rose as his cold fingers touched her warm breasts. He cupped them, rubbing his thumbs over her sensitive nipples. Matching arrows of need shot to her clit, making her gasp.

  “Methinks ’tis time for our wife to prove she will obey her new laird and master.” Cormac took three steps to the bed, each one deliberate. He yanked the covers off. Clean white sheets waited underneath. “I want ye naked, wet, and eager to serve.”

  Thanks to James she was already wet and very eager for more. Lots more. “I canna remove my gown with your brother’s hands holding me.”

  “’Tis a problem easily solved,” said James.

  A moment later she was naked.

  “Now that’s a sight to make a man hard,” said Cormac with satisfaction. He stripped, proving he was quite ready. “Kneel with yer mouth open.”

  As with all their games there was a serious element to his demand. As Laird of Keiss, Cormac was now more than a husband. If a wife didn’t obey her husband she was punished. If a clan member didn’t obey their laird they could be whipped or killed. Cormac would never do so to her, but the knowledge he could added an extra shiver of excitement.

  Her feet obeyed his order, slowly stepping toward him. Her eyes, however, stayed on his. She obeyed but did not submit. His nostrils flared at the challenge. She knelt on the carpet in front of him.

  “Hands behind your back.” She did so, holding back her surprise when James lashed them together.

  “Did I not say to open yer mouth?”

  She swallowed, then opened her lips. Cormac put one hand on her head and the other on his cock. A low growl reached her ears.

  “Take me in yer mouth.” He guided his cock toward her lips. She opened farther, dropping her tongue to protrude past her bottom lip. “That’s it, lass,” he murmured. “Make it good.”

  His scent and taste aroused her further. She sucked him, unable to move her head with his hand controlling her. He was not gentle. He used her mouth as he chose, thrusting deep. Not too rough but enough that she knew who controlled her. He suddenly pulled back, his breath loud in the room.

  “On the bed!”

  James untied her hands. He grasped her breasts. Using them to guide her, he brought her to her feet. His hands then slid to her hips. She had a second’s warning when he gripped her before she was tossed on the bed. She landed on her back, sinking into the thick, soft mattress. She set her heels on the edge, struggling to sit up. She stopped when James took a vial from his sporran.

  Sweet oil!

  “Aye,” said Cormac, seeing where she looked. “Ye will take me in yer mouth, yer pussy, and yer ass afore we leave this room.” He took the vial from James, who quickly stripped.

  Both men were tanned to the waist and from mid-thigh down. Their cocks stood out from their hard white bellies, dark-furred balls tight against them. Cormac put both hands on her knees and tugged her to the edge of the bed. He knelt and a hot tongue separated her pussy lips.

  “Oh!” she gasped. The tongue disappeared.

  “Oh?” said Cormac, his voice silky. “Is that all ye have to say when yer laird is on his knees, his tongue in yer sweet puss?”

  She looked past her softly rounded belly to the dark head between her legs. His expression promised payback for her taking so long to get to their chamber. One finger toyed with her, lightly brushing beside her clit. She’d learned he could play with her like this for hours, teasing and driving her wild. She didn’t want hours of slow, sweet torture. She wanted it hard and fast!

  “Oh, my lord husband,” she said plaintively. “Please make me scream so my eyes roll back in my head.”

  His finger came closer to her clit. She clenched in anticipation.

  “Beggin’ for me cock, are ye?”

  “Cock, fingers, lips, and tongue,” she answered truthfully. “And that of James as well.”

  “She’s a greedy baggage,” said James cheerfully. “I say we claim this bed, and the woman in it.”

  Cormac drew his finger between her inner and outer lips. It grabbed her attention, drawing it back to him. His look of satisfaction said everything. Keiss Castle was the first place the brothers could claim as their own home. She was a Sinclair and the land was hers by birth and dower right. Cormac was now Laird of Keiss only because he’d married her. Their children would be Sinclairs.

  He teased her, brushing her clit too lightly. His grin proved he knew it, and was going to do whatever he chose. His eyes darkened and her mouth went dry.

  “This is our bed, in our home,” he said. His finger dropped lower, barely entering her pussy. “Ye are our wife. We’ll be makin’ sure ye ken that.”

  He pushed his finger inside her, curling it forward to rub above her pubic bone. She clutched the sheets. If he did it long enough her orgasm would be so immense she would almost pass out.

  “We will fill ye,” he said with quiet determination. “And ye willna peak until we say ye may.”

  “What?” She pushed up onto her elbows. “How can I hold it back?”

  James climbed on the bed. He knelt behind, supporting her back. His hands returned to her breasts. The new angle made Cormac’s finger hit the right spot. She dropped her head, groaning in pleasure. A moment, then the wonderful touch was gone. She glared at him. He held up his wet finger, then shook it at her.

  “Nay. Dinna say a word, wife. Ye must show yer obedience to yer husband or ye’ll not be respected.”

  James squeezed her nipples. “We’ve been easy with you, as you were so worried about your father. Now we can settle here and make it our home.”

  “And we’ll start right, with an obedient wife.” Cormac nodded abruptly.

  “I’ve been obedient!”

  Her husbands shared a look. They shook their heads, sighing as if disappointed. They looked far too eager for it to be true. She tried to ease away but James held her in place.

  “Lass, how could ye prove yer obedience if we ne’er gave ye an order?” asked Cormac.

  “Did I embarrass you or insult you? Nay!”

  “Ye yawned at supper.”

  She thought back. Nothing came to mind. “I suppose I might have, as growing a babe is tiring.”

  “We were speakin’ of our weddin’ when ye yawned. ’Tis an insult to suggest ye are bored by what we do with ye in bed.”

  She narrowed her eyes at him. There was a gleam in his that promised trouble.

  “If I yawned, it had naught to do with that.”

  He leaned closer in lustful eagerness. “Then I’m sure ye did sommat else that needs punishing.”

  A hot tongue teased her, driving her wild. When he pulled back she panted, thinking he would now fill her with his cock. Instead, he climbed on the bed.

  “Taste yerself on my mouth.” Cormac kissed her, long and deep. She grabbed his ears, holding onto him while James’s lips and tongue continued her torture. On and on he went until she was near climax. She dropped her head back, pulling away from Cormac to breathe. James bit her inner thigh, jerking her back from the edge. She glared down at him. He
winked, licking and kissing the small mark.

  “Why did you do that?” she demanded.

  “Helping you obey your laird and master,” he said blandly.

  Cormac rolled her over with a growl. He hauled her to the edge of the bed, hiked up her hips, and thrust his cock deep in her pussy. Sudden invasion of her swollen tissues made her gasp. She waited eagerly, but he held himself there, unmoving. She wanted more, needed more. Ever so slowly he pulled back, and then eased forward. Furious at his teasing, she clamped down on him.

  “Nay, wife! I am yer master!”

  He spanked her, hard. One side and then the other. She yelped until he stopped. She sagged when he pulled out. James filled her next. She hoped to come but he was worse as he played with her clit as he slowly entered. He stopped when she was fully impaled. Something cold and wet spilled over her crack.

  “I like you like this,” said James with far too much satisfaction. “With your arse high, knees spread, my cock so far in you that my balls are tickled by your fiery bush.”

  She would not admit how much she liked it as well. The position was anything but elegant. With another it could be humiliating. With James and Cormac it was just one more way they enjoyed her body.

  James worked the oil into her arse, whispering words of praise the whole time. Cormac lay beside her on the bed. He took her hand and placed it over his cock and motioned for her to play with him. Her hand could barely circle him. His tip wept for what only she could give. She moved her hand over Cormac as James stretched her, each finger sending waves of delight.

  She was languid, eyes closing when James pulled out. He lifted her, setting her on Cormac’s cock. She was suddenly wide awake.

  “Oh, yes,” she said, moaning as she ground against him.

  “Dinna come until I say, wife.”

  James urged her forward until her breasts lay on Cormac’s chest. She moaned again when James’s cock spread her wide. Filled by both of them, she could barely hold back from coming. She fought it, taking their grunts of enjoyment as praise. Then Cormac found her clit. He laughed up at her as he played with fire.

  “Ye’re needin’ to come, aye?”

  He knew it, so she didn’t reply. She couldn’t as her teeth were jammed too tight.

  “Ye want to come, wife?”

  She nodded, feeling the edge approach.

  “Are ye sure? Mayhaps I’d best pull out and give ye a rest.”

  “Please,” she whispered.

  He thought about it. “Nay.”

  He flicked her clit.

  Chapter Nine

  “Cormac? Oh, please!”

  The high-pitched wail drifted into the hall where Polly, as housekeeper, was ensuring the table boards were scrubbed for the second time. All eyes were on the stairs. She’d explained to the younger maids that it was pleasure that made Lady Alana scream, not pain. They all knew of William and had feared him. He’d ridden over once to look at what he’d assumed would be his castle upon marriage. All the female servants but Cook and Polly, both too old and strong to interest him, had been sent into the village until he was long gone.

  Polly snickered. “Sounds like the laird kens how to show the lady who’s master,” she said to Cook. Both were widows who’d enjoyed their husbands.

  “Those aunts of hers were tarts,” said Cook, “though they dressed in fine clothes. We have a true lady now. I heard her thank ye for all ye did to make this her home.”

  “Aye. ‘Tis easy to smell fresh herbs in the rushes, but she saw the tapestries were beat clean and the brasses polished.” Polly nodded proudly, making the maids blush with pride. “She’ll be one to ply a needle in her solar, I’m thinkin’.”

  “Aye, and she asked about a stillroom. Fer making beef jelly fer the old folks, and a wee bit of bramble jam fer the bairns, she said.” Cook dabbed at her suddenly wet eyes. “She were here but a moment, with her laird wishin’ to take her to their chamber, yet she’s thinkin’ of helpin’ others.” She sniffed. The maids stared at her, eyes wide. She was known as being tough, for good reason. She shook her finger at them. “We be blessed. Them upstairs are the answers to our prayers, and I’ll nay hear a word agin’ ‘em! Ye’re safe from the devil what could ha been. What the lady does in her bedchamber is atween her and God. Ye hear?”

  The girls all nodded solemnly and went back to work with vigor.

  “Have ye seen another pair of lairds as braw and fine lookin’ as the laird and his steward?” asked Polly, too quiet for the maids to hear. They both sighed in admiration. “I kenned them as lads at Girnigoe. Cormac was wild and James was quiet. They kept an eye on Lady Alana, so she’d not be hurt. ’Tis good they found each other.”

  “Aye,” agreed Cook. “I’d best get back to the kitchen. The lairds will be wanting sommat to fill their bellies after all that work.”

  They shared a companionable snicker.

  Polly and her maids worked quietly, ears cocked for the next hint of action. The thick wooden door to the topmost chamber kept in most sounds. They’d had a day to get Keiss ready for their new lairds and lady. Knowing they’d not be facing William Sinclair had made them work extra hard.

  She’d had a quiet moment to cry, her first tears since her dear Archie died. Word had passed quickly that William had killed him for sending Lady Alana safely on to Clan Fraser. Of course there was no proof, and he was the Master of Sinclair. Archie was far from the only man William had ordered killed. The women who’d died at his hands were too many to count.

  “Curse the man! May he die slowly, and in great pain.”

  A few words were the only way she could get her revenge. That and ensuring Lady Alana and her family were well cared for, and protected.

  A scream pierced the air. Four pairs of ears cocked, four pairs of hands stilled. Lady Alana’s scream was followed by two deep bellows, then silence.

  “Well, then!” said Polly, fanning herself. “Off to the kitchen with ye. Cook has a good meal needin’ yer help.”

  Cook’s timing was proven correct. Two very satisfied-looking men stomped down the stairs, a blushing Lady Alana between them, as the food was being placed on the table. The maids kept their red faces down. The lady looked to Polly for the reason. Polly winked at her. Lady Alana blushed, scowled, and smacked Laird Cormac of Keiss in the belly.

  “Now look what you’ve done!”

  The laird silently picked her up by the upper arms as easy as if she was a broom and set her on a stool before her trencher. He sat down beside her, poured her wine and his, then lifted his eyebrow. Polly saw both pride and humor in his expression.

  “Are ye makin’ a complaint about me outside our chamber, wife? For if ye are, I can make a space on this table to bend ye over.”

  He looked at his palm and then his lady, making it obvious he would spank her right there, if he chose. Polly’s face heated. The lady’s face got even redder. She pressed her lips together, eyebrows drawn. Polly didn’t know what would happen.

  Lady Alana’s face cleared. She looked suddenly serene. She picked up her wine.

  “Why, no, husband. I was thinking your loud expertise in our chamber would mayhaps make those who heard it jealous. You may wish to advise your men of Keiss how to proceed so their women are equally satisfied.”

  Their new lady was daring her husband to tell the men how he’d made her scream! Polly slapped a hand over her mouth. Laird James caught her eye. He winked, then hid his smile in his cup. Polly turned her back to hide her own grin. The MacDougals still behaved as if servants were people. She was pleased they had found a wife who would not only stand up to them, but would fight back to keep them on their toes. She would enjoy watching them.

  Polly left to tidy up their chamber before one of the younger maids saw something that might surprise her.

  The door was open, a breeze flowing from the south window. She stopped in the doorway. The bed was made. Drying cloths had been laid out to catch the sun. There was no mess to tidy. She would need to fill the
water jugs, but little else. A small vial caught her attention. Sweet oil. Her eyes widened in understanding. She’d seen a lot in her time, and heard more. Whatever Lady Alana’s husbands had done with her, she’d enjoyed it. She would ask the healer for a supply of the oil for her lairds and lady.

  Having worked at Girnigoe, and having heard about William Sinclair, she knew how lucky she was to be at Keiss. Whatever her lady and her lairds wished for, she would make happen. The relief of having good overlords put a bounce in her step. Now that all knew Archie had been murdered and had not deserted her, she might accept a kiss or two from the men who’d been seeking her out. A widow could do much that an abandoned wife could not. She’d enjoyed Archie’s touch, but not as much as her lady seemed to. Perhaps she could learn a few things…

  Chapter Ten

  Alana’s years at the much colder Lovat Castle near Inverness had toughened her up, allowing her to work unhindered while others wore a shawl. She liked to get out and meet people while she could. The new laird and his steward visited as many nearby crofts as they could. Now and then they stripped to their plaids, feet and chest bare, to help work. Cormac got many stares at first when the sun showed his whip scars. He told them he’d got them as a lad for protecting their lady from her father’s wrath. Their respect for him rose.

  Cormac and James did what they saw needed doing, helping to replace the thatch on the corner of one home. They took up spades when a mother with many children whose husband was out at sea catching fish to salt for the winter, needed her garden turned over. They did minor repairs to the homes and byres for any who needed it.

  So when the order went out that the new Laird of Keiss required his crofters to harvest the castle’s fields, they came. Usually they grumbled, wishing for the time to care for their own land. This year they were eager to meet their new laird, steward, and lady. Everyone at Keiss Castle worked hard as it took a lot to prepare for the large numbers of people who would expect to be fed and served ale.