Taken Captive By The Highlander (Scottish Highlander Romance)

by Kaley McCormick

  Finally, Tonya tempted fate and came to his office, this time asking permission to enter, but being held back by his two assistants.

  “Something going on?” he asked through the intercom. “What’s all that racket about?”

  “I’m sorry sir. It’s that same black woman. She keeps trying to break in here. Don’t worry, we’ll get rid of her.”

  Carl sighed. “Christ, Stacy. She’s just a woman. And if she’s that determined to talk to me the polite thing to do is let her inside and talk.”

  “But…but…”

  “Come on now. We didn’t make our family name great by being rude to prospective customers, now did we?”

  Tonya entered the room, fuming, not really at Carl but at life in general.

  “Have a seat,” he said, always in awe of this woman who was surely full of surprises.

  “Look…I think I figured out who told you.”

  “Well, that’s neither here nor there. I think you did owe me an explanation for storming out of the restaurant when all I’ve done is try to be a good Christian.”

  “I know. And I meant to apologize but dammit…” She sighed and pouted. “This is a side of me I just don’t want people to know.”

  “What’s there to be ashamed of? You want to get married like anybody. No sin against feminism as far as I know.”

  “No. You don’t understand. I’ve been this way. For a long time. I’ve been in debt for so many years. When my friend told me to apply at this website I just thought it would be a laugh. But now I’m thousands of dollars in debt. And I’m getting the feeling that if some cute Asian man were to ask me nicely I’d have no choice but to accept his generosity.”

  “You’d move to Asia?”

  “Yeah, I guess. I mean, it’s not that I don’t love the country. I grew up here. But my sisters have moved on. I’m the last one left. And I can’t make it on my own. That’s what people don’t understand. They all say, oh things are going to get better. People are going to help you up. But they never do. Everyone just says I’ll pray for you…but they don’t do shit. Meanwhile, I’m going to be homeless. I’m starving. That’s reality for you. Not that you know anything about that, Mister Gillipsi. ”

  “Well, I can’t lie and pretend that I do.”

  He stared in deep thought until Tonya left his gaze and looked down feeling shame.

  But Gillipsi frowned. He had grown fond of the proud woman and didn’t like this side of her at all. “I was born into wealth. Doubled my fortune just doing a few dog and pony tricks. But if there’s one thing I am it’s a man who is grateful for all that he has. So maybe I could help you out a little bit.”

  “You? Help me?”

  “Well, sure. You could always pay me back the money I give you. So you could earn it legally. But in the meantime, there’s no good sense in sending you half way across the world just because you need a second chance.”

  “Well…I…I am fond of this land. I’ve lived here all my life. What would the agreement be?”

  “Well you know the usual.”

  “Like what, I’d work for you?”

  “Well, sure. Help out around the house.”

  “Like a maid? Like a slave?” she said, her voice raising.

  “Like my wife. I’d buy your profile, Tonya.”

  Tonya’s jaw dropped and she shifted back in her chair, shocked and stuttering—a strange sight for the usually confident woman.

  “But…but…you…would buy me?”

  “Well you’re already selling yourself to an international husband. Why not one in your own backyard?”

  “You’re single? I thought for sure you had a wife and a mistress…and a couple of other mistresses.”

  “Well nothing serious. Business you know, doesn’t really make my schedule easy.”

  “But I can’t marry you.”

  “Oh?”

  “Because then we’d…you know…have to have…”

  “Well I’m not for sure. But I think it works this way. I say something sweet and charming. Then we hug. Then we kiss. Then we see what happens under the covers. I think it works that way.”

  Tonya laughed against her will and then squinted her eyes. “But to be married there has to be some attraction. That’s all I’m saying.”

  “I see. So you’re saying you’re not attracted to me? Well, horseshit.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “You know what? I’m tired of you. I’m tired of people like you.”

  “Say what?”

  “I’ve been nothing but kind to you. No matter how many stupid rich white man clichés you give to me. You complain about not getting help but you spurn people that try to help you. You try to guilt society into helping you but demand that they only help you according to your own strict rules. Well fuck that. I may have been born into wealth and yeah that sucks for you. But I was smart enough to know when to keep my mouth shut and accept the kindness and hospitality of strangers.”

  Tonya eyed him in wonder and shuddered inside. Indeed, Gillispi had a temper. Not the screaming in rage kind of temper but the harsh words—the nightmarish churl of a wealthy man losing all empathy for humanity.

  “NO. You think you’re so high and mighty? Well you go and be a mail order bride for some psychopath overseas. Hope he doesn’t cut you or beat you. But you know, as long as he’s an attractive guy and anything but white, I guess that’s good enough for you.”

  “Whoah! Hold on a minute!”

  “I’m going to take a piss. Now you be gone when I come back,” he said stoically. Because I sure as hell ain’t going to date no racist.”

  Tonya had to laugh and shook her head slyly, watching a pouting Carl enter his private bathroom.

  He was legitimately pissed off but dammit it felt good to let that off his chest. He was tired…tired of battling every 99% angry child that came along, blaming him and his family for the ills of the world. Sure, some people made mistakes. Of course, the media never talked about the charities that the Gillipsy’s supported. Nah, that wasn’t newsworthy. Maybe everyone just needed a villain.

  Carl shrugged it off and walked into his private bathroom, staring blankly and not really feeling the urge. He mainly just wanted to storm out of the room in style, letting Tonya know that his kind invitation to “buy” her as a bride was revoked. Hell, he wasn’t sure why he offered to pay the check anyway. Maybe just a moment of temporary insanity.

  Suddenly, the door flew open and there Tonya was, eyeing him in suspicion and slowly walking closer.

  “Who said you could come in here?”

  “I did. White boy.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  Tonya tilted her head and then invaded his space, sensing his pheromones. She knew what it felt like when a man desired her. His whole disposition changed. She never felt that before with bankers or lawyers or social workers. But this guy, definitely. He was undressing her like crazy and he had been for quite a while now. The thought finally hit Tonya, that was desirable. He just wanted her. No games, no pity or superiority complex. Just an honest to God male lust.

  And that was the kind of problem she knew how to solve.

  She moved in close and leaned up against him, pinning him against the wall and unzipping his fly. She could tell right away the touch of her hand escalated his breathing. She slowly pushed her fingers through the hole watching his facial expression; magnetic attraction, his white skin flushed with passion. It wasn’t the craving of a lonely man. Just the desire of a man who had never seen a natural African beauty in all her glory.

  “What are you…” he felt obliged to say, playing just a little dumb. But he shuddered as Tonya snuck her fingers inside and felt around until she grabbed his covered bulge. She began stroking his penis between the material, massaging it until she felt it grow to full capacity.

  She made sure that he looked at her. Kept his eyes open. She was testing him to see just how much soul he could give her. She pulled his cock out of his briefs and brought it outside
his fine suit pants. She began stroking it. Not like a girl but like a woman who knew what she was doing.

  Yeah, Tonya knew what men wanted and how to give it to them. And she never gave freebies…until now. She choked his dick a little bit faster and smiled, rolling her eyes back in pleasure and licking her lips, as she felt his veins stretch and grow in her hand.

  “Shhhh…” she reassured, using her other arm to hold him in place, making sure he knew not to try to stop this from happening. Once a man dared to cross paths with her, there was no return to a normal life!

  She moistened up his cock with some precum and jacked it harder, stroking Carl till he was out of breath.

  He pushed his hand out to lean on the wall, grabbing her forearm in desperation. She didn’t relent. Upon seeing his weakness she stared him straight in the face and buttered up his sensitive prick, pushing him closer to the edge .

  “Aaaahhh…” he sighed loudly. “What are you doing to me.”

  She strengthened her grip and stroked his shaft hard and rapidly, until she started smacking his tight balls with the cup of her hand.

  “Ohhhh God…gonna make me…”

  He grabbed her in a hug and brought her face to his chest, but that only made her iron grip stroke faster.

  “Mmmm!” he grunted as he squeezed and jerked until he came right in her hands, shooting a big nasty load of sperm all over the super clean floors.

  He kept spurting out droplets as she continued stroking him, making sure his erection weakened. He inhaled deeply and let go of her, eventually moving away from her tough grip.

  “Mister G, Mister G,” she laughed. “Looks like you made a mess. Guess your secretary is going to have to clean it up.”

  “I’ll do it…” he said, dizzy and spaced out.

  “Wow, that’s so independent of you,” Tonya said with a sarcastic smile as she left the bathroom and went on her merry way.

  Carl recovered from the surprise hand job and smiled, not knowing whether he had a girlfriend, bribe or was just pleased to meet the acquaintance of a very efficient woman.

  All things considered, that was the best way to save a friendship. Damn, he thought, if I had one of those for every friendship I lost…I’d have just about enough to buy a cup of coffee.

  She tried to lay low, but there was not stopping a Gillispi when he “tasted oil” and the taste of Tonya’s sex had him hollering and pointing like a real prospector, that’s for sure. He sent her more harassing, adoring and just plain horny messages on that mail order bride site. He was rich as fuck, sure, but somehow he had promise in his voice. The kind of cool, sexy cowboy who could look a girl in the eye and say he’s good with one night, or you know, a mail order bride arrangement. Whatever. He wasn’t a dumb old block either. He was deceptively cunning. He was always thinking one step ahead. But damned if she could figure out what his secret agenda was in all this. Maybe sometimes a rich southern gentleman just wants some black pussy.

  The more she tried to fight the idea of him owning her, or trying to romance her, or con her…the more she thought about him. Thought about how good it felt to be desired. Thought about how nice it would be, you know, in a perfect world, to be with a man who was strong, independent and could ensure she would never have to worry about late payments ever again.

  No, she thought harshly at herself. I’m too proud. I can’t let a man own me. But what about what Gillispi said about giving myself to a foreign man? Why is he any different?

  Maybe it was the whole idea of submitting to a rich man. She had no problem surrendering to an equal; letting a player feel in charge. But a powerful man, a man on top of the world who could make or break an entire city…it felt like a betrayal.

  She even started to write a letter. To tell him it was over, that he deserved better and she deserved better. Maybe he even helped her to realize that mail order briding herself to some unworthy man wasn’t the way. Yeah that sounded right…

  But she never wrote that letter.

  In fact, she tossed and turned in her apartment all night thinking about him, and telling herself not to stroke thinking of his face. It felt wrong. It felt like betrayal…it felt like…

  Suddenly there was a knock on the front door. She opened it without thinking twice, having a good intuition of what she would see. There stood Carl, lust in his eyes and without the faintest smidge of apology. Like a wolf picking up a scent, he just chased after her and leered at her blue nightgown. Without a word, he pushed her inside her apartment, not quite sure what was going to happen except that he needed to quench his desire.

  She eyed him in hesitation but dared not turn him away. She felt his aggression and purred inside, letting him in and stepping back. He closed the door behind them. Then he walked boldly ahead, pushing her into the nearest wall so he could get a firm grip on her frame.

  She embraced him and they kissed, his lips sucking in hers and moistening up, draining the oxygen between them. He pinned her against the wall but still couldn’t get close enough; he pushed his hard erection into her pelvis, the thin layer of pants barely concealing what he had. He grabbed both of her hands and backed them into the wall, still shoving his covered prick into her midsection, mad with passion and struggling to have sex like a gentleman.

  Finally, he dropped his hands and hers, enough to tear open her gown, which seemed to glow in the night sky’s moonlight. He reached down and kissed her chest, letting his warm lips caress her skin, as he moved downward. He pulled her breast out from her bra and kissed her nipple, falling lower to the ground and then to his knees.

  She hummed as he kissed her sumptuous breasts and then traced a path from her chest down to her tummy. She sighed so deeply she almost hissed, and grabbed his thick head of hair as he teasingly kissed her pelvis.

  “Wait…wait…” she whispered, as she wrestled with his lips, still so eager to taste her fruit. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

  “I want you now,” he said forcefully, as he pulled down her panty and set his lips upon her neat patch of pubic hair.

  She sighed deeply, and threw her arms back to the wall, hoping to maintain balance, even while Carl ravaged her like madness. He spread her legs apart and found her clit, carefully licking it to the side.

  She inhaled deeply and took her finger to her mouth, biting down as his tongue continued setting fire to her senses. She grabbed his head and pushed him in deeper, giving him more of what he wanted, shoving more wet pussy into his face.

  Her clit throbbed and became thicker, all the more taste to enjoy. He licked faster and used his hands to caress her breast and reach around to feel her glorious ass.

  She finally broke away from his worshiping tongue and eyed him in hunger. She walked backwards, leading the fucking dog to his treat. She entered her bedroom and fell on the bed. But she knew what he really wanted. She turned over on her tummy and smiled, licking her fingers and humming.

  Carl ripped what was left of the gown off and grabbed her juicy ass, squeezing and kissing it with angry little kisses and gentle bites. He kissed every last inch of her tight buttcheeks and then let his loose lips travel to her tail bone up to the small of the back.

  He smacked her ass hard, and she yowled, a good hot boil of a scream, like the white boy loved to hear. Her every cry and moan was so musical, bubbling over with rhythm and the taste of her pussy was divine. He shoved his face into her ass and licked her pussy up and down until his face was wet, and his nose was grazing her beautiful asshole.

  She moaned hard as she grabbed the sheets and rocked the bed, shifting back and giving him more ass to munch on. His cock was throbbing. He pulled down his pants and stroked himself until he was fully erect, so hard that it hurt. He pushed himself inside her wet pussy and didn’t stop pushing forward until he watched himself disappear into those firm lips.

  His cock was thick and long, filling her up and pushing against her skin folds, softly vibrating against her pink flesh. He moved his cock inside and out, steeping himself in her wet
ness and then feeling the cold air of the night, before plunging back in loving the sound of her steady chanting.

  She arched her back while he fucked her, prompting him to grab her hair and hold right, increasing the speed of his pussy pounding.

  “Ohhh!” she screamed. “Mmmm Mister Gillipsi,” she said with a naughty smile. It felt hot to call him by his full name. Treat him like a rich husband who just bought her wifehood for life. He fucked her like he owned her, like his billion dollar cock was the only thing saving her from a life of hardship.

  “Unngh!” he grunted and she screamed back, feeling the same emotion, the same submission he wanted from her.

  But of course he wasn’t going to say it. That’s not classy, he figured. But maybe…maybe she should say it.

  “You tell me how you like it, bitch,” he said, surprised at how much tension he let go, calling her names and fucking her twice as hard.

  “Ohhh God yes!” she screamed back. “Fuck me like you mean it!”

  “Huh? You like that big cock, sista?” he asked, feeling more tension rise and his sweat increasing. His cock was getting so hard his whole body tingled. “Tell me how you want it.”

  “MMmm! Uh huh, uh huh!” she cried, as he slapped his balls against her lap, giving her all ten inches of his hard dick in rapid succession. “Ohh yeah gimme your fucking white cock, white boy! Feed it to me deep…”

  He groaned, not just from her tight pussy clench but from her throaty voice, choking on her own spit and ready to give him the screaming orgasm he wanted to hear. He shoved her down flat on the bed and stroked his wet cock hard. He turned her over on her back and made her watch his rapid stroking.

  “Spread your legs, woman.”

  “Oh? You going to try something white boy?”

  He tossed her legs down and spread them, getting a good full shot of that beautiful black pussy. He entered her missionary style and made sure his cock went in deep—so deep he could feel the ridges, the deepest parts of her sensitive walls.