A Perfect Match

by Bethany Hauck

  “If you keep moving them I may have to secure them with my belt.” Smack, smack.

  “Have you done that to a woman before?” Peigi asked.

  “Aye, lass,” Craig told her. “I have.”

  He could see that his words bothered Peigi. She was innocent, but he wasn’t. He’d slept with many women over the years. He needed to say something to take her mind off of what he’d said and reassure her.

  “You wouldn’t want an inexperienced man in your bed, Peigi,” Craig told her. “But I’ll tell you now, I’ve never enjoyed a woman as much as I’m enjoying you.” He watched as the look on her face changed and she once more relaxed.

  He buried his face in her cunny as he thrust his fingers back up inside her. He didn’t give her a chance to say anything or catch her breath as he swirled his tongue around her clit, then across it before grinding his tongue down on top of it. Peigi’s body began rocking as she tried to match his rhythm. As she tightened around his fingers he bit down on her clit.

  The pain from Craig’s teeth sent Peigi’s orgasm spiraling again. If it wasn’t for Craig hanging onto her hip with his one good arm she would have bucked him right off of her. It went on and on until she screamed for him to stop, she felt him chuckle as he slowed what he was doing but didn’t stop. It seemed to take a long time for her to be able to catch her breath again.

  “You enjoyed that,” Craig said as he pulled the pillow out from underneath her and then gently lowered her legs back onto the bed.

  “Aye,” Peigi said, her cheeks turning pink, “but we didn’t finish, did we? You haven’t finished.”

  “Do you want to finish, Peigi?” Craig asked hopefully. “I promised not to do more than you wanted.”

  “Don’t you want to?” Peigi asked him.

  “More than anything,” Craig said, grabbing his hard cock in his hand and showing it to her. “Tell me it’s alright, and that you want me too.”

  “Can I touch it?” Peigi asked as she looked at his cock.

  “As much as you want,” Craig answered.

  Peigi reached out and took his cock in her hand. He put his on top of hers and showed her how to stroke him. Once she knew what to do he put his head back and closed his eyes, trying to control himself.

  “I want you to finish,” Peigi suddenly said, “but I don’t want to be like my Mither. What if we make a babe?”

  “There are ways to avoid that,” Craig said to her. “I would never dishonor you the way your Da did your Mither.”

  “Then show me what to do,” Peigi said to him.

  “Gladly. Just lay back and relax, Peigi. I promise you’ll only feel pleasure,” Craig said, gently pushing her legs to the side as he lowered himself on top of her.

  He began kissing her once more as he lined his cock up at her opening. She was already wet and ready for him. He’d prepared her well, and was glad because he couldn’t wait any longer to claim her. He sucked on her earlobe as he began to press forward. He felt Peigi begin to tense, so he bit her ear, causing her to focus on the pain from the bite as he thrust his hips forward and broke through her barrier. He felt Peigi freeze underneath him and held himself still.

  Peigi had expected it to hurt much more, because that’s what her married friend in the village had told her when they’d talked about it once. It did hurt, but very little; it felt like a small pinch and then it faded quickly. She froze for a moment as she second-guessed her decision to go through with it, but it was too late to stop now. She felt Craig’s cock twitch inside her and couldn’t stop her hips from thrusting forward, and she felt him slide deeper inside her. It felt so good she groaned once more.

  “Are you alright?” Craig asked as he pulled his cock out slowly and then pushed it back in.

  “Aye,” Peigi answered, “I need more, Craig, please.”

  Craig grinned again as he began pulling out and thrusting back inside her, slowly and gently. He increased his speed and the force of his thrusts as Peigi showed no discomfort and encouraged him to give her more. When he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer he put his hand down between them and once more began working his fingers back and forth over her clit. It hardened even more under his fingers. Once he felt Peigi tighten around his cock he pushed his finger down on it, causing it to spasm underneath his touch as her body went tight. Craig pumped into her a few more times before pulling his cock out and shooting his seed onto her stomach.

  They laid still for a moment, both breathing heavily and not talking. Finally, Peigi began to giggle, and then laughed out loud.

  “What’s so funny?” Craig asked as he rolled off of her and laid next to her.

  “I never…,” Peigi began. “I didn’t expect it to be…Now I think I understand…” She didn’t know how to tell him her thoughts.

  “Aye,” Craig said and grinned. “I enjoyed it too.” Peigi’s face turned red. She sat up and looked around for her nightdress. Craig saw what she was doing and pulled her back down next to him. He told her, “you don’t need it.”

  “I can’t lay here with nothing on,” Peigi protested, looking away.

  “You can. Don’t move,” Craig told her, getting out of the bed. His muscles were still sore, but getting better every day.

  “Where are you going?” Peigi asked.

  “To get something to clean you up,” Craig answered. He left the room but was back quickly. He poured water on a cloth and then used it to clean between her legs.

  “I can do it,” Peigi told him, once more looking away.

  “Nay,” Craig said, he grabbed her chin and turned her face towards his. He kissed her softly and said, “let me take care of you.”

  “Do you do this for all the women you lie with?” Peigi asked him. She meant to tease him, but the thought of him with other women bothered her more than she expected, and she dropped her eyes from his again.

  “You’re the first,” Craig told her. He put the cloth to the side and climbed into bed next to her.

  “I feel special,” Peigi again tried to tease, not sure how to act now that they’d finished.

  “You are special,” Craig told her. He didn’t say any more. He laid on his side and turned her onto hers. He put his arm around her and pulled her into his body.

  Craig felt Peigi relax and knew when she fell asleep. He laid awake for a long time, thinking. He knew he was going to have to go home soon, but he was beginning to fear the act of leaving Peigi Farland behind.

  **********

  Craig laid flat on his back, naked, holding a sleepy Peigi in his arms. It was a relief to finally be able to lay that way, his wound was healing nicely. They’d enjoyed each other many times over the last three days. He would only need a few more days before he could sit on his horse and make the ride home. The idea didn’t make him feel as happy as he knew it should.

  He wanted to go home, but he wanted Peigi to go with him. He’d tried to talk to her about the idea, but she refused to even acknowledge the topic.

  “Why do I like it?” Peigi asked, breaking the silence.’’

  “Like what?” Craig asked, grinning, knowing she was going to ask questions about what happened. She was shy, but was becoming comfortable enough with him to ask whatever was on her mind.

  “Why do I like it when you spank me when we’re…,” she waved her hand in the air, looking for the right word, “connected.”

  “Connected?” Craig repeated and laughed. Peigi giggled and slapped his shoulder.

  “I’m serious,” she said, “is that normal?”

  “Aye,” Craig told her. “It’s normal. I’ve been with other women who like it, but I’ve been with women that don’t. I prefer those that do.”

  “I’m sure you do,” Peigi said, going to slap his shoulder again. Craig caught her hand and brought it to his mouth. He kissed her palm and then held it against his cheek.

  “I told you, there’s no right or wrong when it comes to what a man and woman do together. Some like it soft and gentle, others like it a bit
rougher. I like to swat a woman’s arse, pinch her nipples or clit until she screams out in pleasure, and I even enjoy tying a woman up and having my way with her,” Craig explained. “Do you think there’s something wrong with me?”

  “Nay,” Peigi said, kissing his neck. “There’s nothing wrong with you. I never thought a spanking could feel good.”

  “Because you’re thinking a spanking for pleasure and a spanking for punishment are the same,” Craig told her, “but they’re not.”

  “How are they different?” Peigi asked. “Your hand connects with my arse either way.”

  “Let’s hope you never find out,” Craig said and tried to keep a serious look on his face. Again they both laid quietly. Craig knew Peigi was thinking.

  “How come you’ve tied up other women, but not me?” Peigi again suddenly asked.

  “You’re so new to all of this,” Craig said to her, “I didn’t want to scare you.”

  “I’m not scared of you,” Peigi quickly responded.

  “You’d let me tie you up?” Craig asked, this time he couldn’t keep from grinning.

  “Aye,” Peigi said, then screamed and giggled as Craig rolled them over so he was again laying on top of her.

  “Oh, lass,” He said, reaching for his belt on the table next to the bed, “you’ve started something now.”

  Peigi again laughed as he wrapped the belt around her wrists before securing it around the board at the top of the bed. She tried to pull her arms down and couldn’t, she felt the sudden surge of moisture between her legs.

  “Show me,” Peigi said, and then screamed again as Craig lowered his head to her cunny. Her screams of pleasure went on for a long time.

  Chapter 6. Learning the Difference

  “I have to go home soon, Peigi,” Craig said as they sat at the table in the kitchen breaking their fast. He wasn’t going to let her avoid the subject any longer. “I’ve been here for almost a fortnight, and I should be able to sit on my horse in a few days. I’m sure my family knows something happened to me by now, and they have to be worried.”

  “I knew you’d have to leave soon,” Peigi said, wanting to cry.

  “I want you to go with me,” Craig said to her.

  “Why?” Peigi asked. “I won’t be your leman, Craig.”

  “I don’t want you to be my leman, I want you to be my wife,” he corrected her.

  “You’re a Laird’s son,” Peigi said, “and I’m…”

  “A Laird’s daughter,” Craig finished for her.

  “A Laird’s bastard daughter,” Peigi corrected him. “Your family will never agree to you marrying me.”

  “You don’t know them,” Craig argued, “or the people of my clan. They’ll accept you, all of them, I know they will.”

  “You say that now,” Peigi said, “but what happens when we get to your Keep and things don’t go like you think they will? I’ll be labeled a whore, and you’ll still be the Laird’s son.”

  “I’m the sixth son, and I have no other rank except my name. Aye, my Da is the Laird, but I’m the village blacksmith; nothing more. I’ll never be Laird, and don’t want to be,” Craig told her. “I’ve got a room in the castle, but I’ve also got a hut inside the Keep walls next to where I work.”

  “Is that where you’ll want to hide me?” Peigi asked.

  “What are you talking about?” Craig asked.

  “That’s what my Da did to my Mither,” Peigi reminded him. “He took her to his village and put her in a hut. Then he visited when he had need of her services. I care for you, Craig, but I won’t live as my Mither did.”

  “I asked you to be my wife,” Craig told her, his temper rising. “I want more from you than to warm my bed.”

  “I can’t marry you,” she said, but she wanted to. She loved him, she knew that already. “I have to wait for Gory to come for me. Just like your family, he’ll be worried when he returns home and finds me gone.”

  “You’ve been here a sennight longer than me, and there’s been no sign of him. How long do you plan to wait?” Craig asked. “Do you want to ride back to your Keep and see if he’s there? What if your sister is still there and you can’t get away this time? Do you want to marry McNary?”

  “I don’t know what I want to do, but I can assure you I won’t be marrying Laird McNary,” Peigi admitted, getting up and beginning to pace back and forth in the room.

  She was so confused. She knew Craig believed what he was saying, but what if he was wrong? She’d end up his whore, and have to watch as he had a family with another woman. She needed to wait for Gory, he would know what she should do, and he would never think to look for her at the McCabe Keep.

  “Will you at least think about it?” Craig asked.

  “I’ve already made up my mind,” Peigi answered.

  “Will you at least agree to stay here at the lodge and give me time to go home and talk with my family?” Craig asked. “I’ll even bring my Da and brothers back with me to assure you it’ll all be well.”

  “I’ll think about it,” Peigi answered, not able to look him in the eye.

  She was lying, and as soon as he rode away she planned to leave too. She couldn’t stay at the lodge without him. Every area in the hut would remind her of him. Just thinking about not being with him every day was breaking her heart.

  Craig was going to say more when Mungo let out a vicious bark, jumped up, and then ran out the door barking fiercely. Craig heard the grunting and a squeal as Peigi ran out the door after her pet.

  “Peigi, stop!” he yelled after her, his heart already beginning to pound.

  He ran to the wall where the hunting weapons hung and grabbed the crossbow and a handful of the bolts that fit in it. His injuries still slowed him down and he cursed as he ran out the door in pursuit of Peigi, praying he wasn’t too late.

  Peigi could tell by the way Mungo barked that something wasn’t right. She was already upset because of the conversation between her and Craig and didn’t stop to think. She ran out into the yard after her hound without knowing what might be out there. Mungo was near the tree line, barking and snarling at something. She ran towards him, hoping to grab hold of him and pull him back to the safety of the hut before whatever was out there could hurt him.

  She was halfway between Mungo and the hut when she realized what it was her dog was barking at and came to a complete stop. She knew she was in trouble when the animal turned away from Mungo and stared at her. The boar was big, with long tusks protruding from its jaw. It pawed the ground as Peigi called Mungo and began to back up.

  Craig was frustrated, his wounds were making him move to slow. He ran out the door just in time to see the boar turn and stare at Peigi. Mungo was still barking and jumping around, but the boar had no interest in him anymore. Craig knew the animal was going to run at her and quickly loaded the crossbow. He sighted it and let the arrow loose as the animal started running. He didn’t hesitate and loaded another bolt immediately.

  Peigi screamed and started to turn and run when the animal rushed at her. Before she could complete her turn the first bolt from the crossbow hit the animal in the chest. She was running as fast as she could when she heard the rush of air as the second bolt whizzed past her. She heard the sound as it found its mark in the animals back, but didn’t see it. She heard the boar grunt and knew it was almost on her when the third bolt finally struck the animal in the head and it fell down, too injured to move.

  Craig grabbed her as she reached him and pulled her into his arms, running his hands up and down her arms making sure she wasn’t injured. Mungo ran up to them, still thinking it was all some kind of game. Once Craig knew Peigi wasn’t hurt his fear turned to anger. He grabbed her arms and held her away from him so he could see her face.

  “What were you thinking?” He asked, giving her a little shake. “That animal was twice as big as you are, he could have killed you!”

  “I was worried about Mungo,” she tried to explain.

  “Didn’t you hear the
boar grunting?” Craig asked. He didn’t wait for an answer before adding, “didn’t you hear me yell for you to stop?”

  “Nay,” Peigi answered, “all I could think about was Mungo.”

  “Stay, Mungo,” Craig told the dog as he turned and marched Peigi back into the hut and into the bedchamber. He turned her around and started unlacing her gown. Once he was done he pulled it off of her.

  “What are you doing?” Peigi asked.

  “Spanking you,” Craig told her, “and believe me, you won’t enjoy this one.”

  “You can’t spank me,” Peigi said, she tried to turn around and face him but he grabbed her arms and kept her where she was.

  “In my family when a lass puts herself in danger, she earns a spanking, and you, Peigi Farland, put yourself in danger today, and have earned a punishment,” Craig said as he grabbed the bottom of her shift and pulled it up over her head.

  “I didn’t mean to, I just didn’t think…,” Peigi started to say.

  “And that’s the problem,” Craig interrupted her, “you didn’t think. I’m going to make sure that next time there’s danger, you think about your safety first.”

  He walked her forward and into one of the corners in the room. He placed both her hands on the wall and then pulled her hips back. He used his foot to spread her legs. Once he had her in the position he wanted he let go and stepped back.

  “Stay in that position,” Craig ordered.

  “And if I refuse?” Peigi asked, taking her hands off the wall. Swish, thwack. She heard the sound of his belt before she felt it land across the back of her thighs.

  “Then you’ll get five of those each time you move,” Craig said. “Put them back, Peigi.”

  Peigi put her hands back where they had been. She bounced from one foot to the other, waiting for the burn from the welt he’d left to subside. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw Craig sit down on the side of the bed and drop his head into his hands.