His Scottish Pet: Dom of the Ages

  He enjoyed her for a bit longer and then he directed her to stop and gave his instructions. “I want you to savor the taste of your Master.”

  Her eyes were luminous and her lips red from their work, a vision of beauty.

  “Do not pull away as Avril did.”

  “No, Master,” she said with a determined smile.

  He closed his eyes and let the sensations roll over him as she began sucking again. “Slower, pet,” he whispered. He was close… so close…

  The tension grew to an unbearable ache before he finally let go and his cock erupted with his seed. Her lips released their suction. He opened his eyes and watched her swallow his come. It was a heady sight, seeing a woman ingest his very essence.

  After his last spasm receded, he pulled her up to him and cupped her face with both hands. “Well done, pet.” He kissed her forehead and then cradled her to him, playing with her hair as he savored the afterglow.

  “I’m so happy,” she murmured on his shoulder.

  He was content, for the first time in ages. Maybe this was why he’d felt the urgent need to travel abroad—it was fated.

  The Taking of Her

  A few days later, while watching his pet’s round bottom as she scrubbed the laundry, he felt an irresistible urge to take her. It was if he’d been struck by lightning and the impulse would not be denied. Being of a controlled nature, the feeling was foreign to him. Her first time was not going to be a quick, hard pounding, which was exactly what he was tempted to give her. So he ordered, “Pet, stop what you are doing, go to the cottage, undress and lie on the bed.”

  She glanced back at him with a charming little smile, before wiping her hands and heading to the cottage. He felt just like a rutting bull and wanted to charge her.

  Ryce breathed a sigh of relief when she shut the door. He turned and made his way to the barn, stripped off his shirt and grabbed the flogger. With hard strokes, he repeatedly hit his back. The bite of the tails helped to clear his mind. There was no doubt he was going to take her, but he wanted their first time to be an exploration and gentle introduction, not the callous pounding the old man had forced on her.

  He retrieved his shirt before heading towards the cottage. His mind was clear and his body back under control as he opened the door. She was lying on the bed with her legs spread for him, her red mound already wet and swollen in anticipation. He groaned. She wasn’t making it easy.

  “Close your legs, pet, and watch.” He undressed in front of her, starting with his boots, then his shirt, ending with the kilt. Her eyes widened when she saw the strength of his erection. He smiled at her lustfully. “Today I will claim you as mine.”

  A soft gasp came from her lips as he lay down beside her. “Close your eyes and focus on my touch.” His command was low and sensual. He caressed her skin, every inch of it, taking his time. She twitched when he grazed her toes, moaned as he lightly petted her mound, and cried out softly when he added his lips to the equation and suckled her breasts.

  After tenderly biting her neck he lay back on the bed and told her, “Now I want you to do the same.”

  Her look of surprise was charming. She tentatively moved to his toes, beginning at the same area. He trusted that having her familiarize herself with his body would ease any fears she was having. It was Ryce’s plan to be overly vocal to reward her as she explored him, knowing how that would gratify her submissive heart.

  She kissed his toes delicately, the same way she had kissed his cock. It was unbearably ticklish and he wiggled his toes in protest. She trilled in response, a sound he hadn’t heard in over a hundred years. His heart palpitated, the sound causing a mixture of pain and joy.

  His pet looked up, as if sensing the change in him. Ryce smiled to hide the disconcerting emotions bombarding him. “Continue, pet. But do not tickle your Master so.”

  She grinned as she started up his legs next, lavishing attention on one and then the other. Licking, nipping and tasting her Master’s body. When she made her way up to his shaft, she teased around it, but did not make contact. He got the impression she knew exactly what she was doing and how insane it was making him, but he said nothing. This was her chance to explore and accept the body that was going to penetrate her.

  His cock, however, jumped and pulsed in protest to her teasing. It had no patience and demanded access into her moist walls. He took a sharp intake of breath when she rubbed her cheek against it, his cock immediately releasing precome.

  She gave the head of his shaft a quick lick, consuming the drop before heading upward. She licked his bellybutton and then lightly nipped his chest. Then she stopped and moved up to his head, staring down at him. Her soulful green eyes held lust and a much deeper emotion. It was the reason for her trust, for her willingness to give herself away to him without fear.

  Was he willing to return it or would he relegate her to a life of unrequited love?

  He took a few moments to contemplate the question before he made his determination.

  I will love her.

  Ryce caressed her cheek. “You are beautiful. A treasure to me.”

  Tears filled her eyes. He lifted his head and they kissed. It was not a kiss like the others. It was tender and ripe with emotion—an exchange of souls.

  He knew he was taking a risk, but at that moment he was inclined to risk everything. He had not known such contentment in eons. “Lie on me, pet.”

  She gracefully lay on top, his erect manhood rigid between them. He wrapped his arms around her and growled. “Your body feels good pressed against mine.”

  “Ay—Yes, Master. It does.”

  He ran his hands up and down her back lightly, causing goose bumps on her skin. He murmured, “In payment for those distracting kisses on my toes.” She giggled, but did not try to resist his tickling.

  He gently rolled her over so she was lying beside him, and then he put his hand between her legs. She was quite wet and her outer lips were swollen with need. “I am going to play with you first,” he whispered huskily.

  Ryce wanted her completely relaxed and ready for him. He slid his finger into her warm velvety walls and began caressing her from the inside. She moaned, now familiar with the sensations the intimate caress inspired. “Yes, pet. I want you to come before I take you.”

  Her eyelids fluttered as she tilted her head back and allowed her body to accept the escalating orgasm. A woman always had a choice. To remain tense and unyielding prevented those delicious contractions of pleasure. It took trust of the partner and a familiarity with the process for a woman to easily succumb. His pet was such a woman. Soon her walls tightened and her hips lifted up as she pushed against his hand. “Good girl,” he murmured.

  Her passionate cry caught in her throat as her body began contracting around his finger. He loved the feel of her orgasm as her tight pussy milked his finger. She turned her face towards him and he kissed her as she finished her climax.

  She opened her eyes. The green color had taken on a darker hue. That was it, he had to have her. Ryce moved between her legs and gazed upon her. “I will not hurt you.”

  She nodded, her eyes luminous with longing even as her breasts rose and fell rapidly. She was nervous, but he sensed that she was not afraid. He pushed the head of his cock against her opening. It was already wet and pliant from her recent orgasm. He looked into those moss-colored eyes as he pushed slowly into her.

  She gasped, but did not resist his penetration. He leaned down and kissed her neck as he continued to push deeper inside her. His pet felt tight, delightfully so, but not tense.

  “Master…” she whispered, wrapping her arms around him. “I love you.”

  His heartbeat sped up hearing those emotion-filled words. Having already made his decision, he was able to respond without hesitation. “Feel your Master’s love,” Ryce commanded as he began stroking her with his cock.

  She purred, tears filling her eyes, “You are a part of me.”

  He kissed her tears while rolling his hips so t
hat the head of his cock would rub against the place his finger had just been. He made slow, tender love to her, taking his time to enjoy the intimate moment. Ryce had forgotten what it felt like to make love to a woman. The ache in his heart matched the ache in his loins, both building to addictively extreme levels.

  “You’re perfect,” he whispered into her ear. He continued the slow thrusts, concentrating on that one spot, needing her to come before he did.

  She gasped as her muscles tensed. “I want to feel your pleasure, pet,” he growled. She looked into his eyes as she came. He felt the contractions of her orgasm around his shaft and had to stay his impulse to join her until her body relaxed.

  He immediately pulled out and stroked his cock vigorously. His seed shot onto her stomach in satisfying bursts. Ryce leaned over and kissed her again, stating, “Now you are mine.”

  “Yours forever,” she said, grabbing his face in her hands and kissing him all over his cheeks, eyelids, and nose. It was a youthful thing to do and he found it charming.

  He chuckled and kissed her nose, before withdrawing to clean her up. He never came inside a woman, it was his cardinal rule—one he hadn’t broken since Jovita’s death.

  “I never thought it could be like that,” she murmured as he wiped the last of it from her stomach.

  He stopped what he was doing and looked at her. “You should never have known anything else.”

  She wrapped her arms around his thigh and purred. “As long as I am yours, it will always be good.”

  He petted her short, but growing, red hair. “I have so much more to show you, pet.”

  She looked up at him lovingly. “I cannot wait, Master.” She kissed his thigh and squeezed tightly.

  “But for now, I need you to finish that laundry.”

  She got up from the bed and gracefully redressed with a sweet smile on her face. He followed her out and brushed his horse while he watched her finish the chores. “I think we can make this work, old man.”

  The horse stomped his foot restlessly.

  Ryce slapped his haunch. “I’m quite content, no need to sully the moment.”

  ****

  He should have known better. Contentment always came at a price.

  It had been over a month after the accident. He had returned to hunting just as a herd of deer found refuge nearby. It meant for easy pickings and plenty of meat for his pet and Kegan’s brood. What seemed a golden opportunity ended up attracting a wolf.

  His pet was gathering eggs from the chickens while he butchered the young stag he’d caught earlier that day. Without warning a pack of hounds broke through the trees followed by Sir Ryan, Baron of Rannoch, and his guard. She was caught in the middle of the yard with a basket of eggs. She froze as the dogs bounded around her.

  Sir Ryan called them off. “Well, well, what have we here?”

  Ryce felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. His instincts told him this would not end well, but he kept a calm voice. “Bow before the Baron, pet.”

  He quickly walked over to her as the Baron dismounted, speaking in perfect English, in order to impress. “Explain her presence here.”

  Ryce nodded to him and then gestured to his pet. “This is simply my pet, Sir Ryan, Baron of Rannoch.”

  The Baron licked his lips as he looked her over like a piece of meat. “A pet, you say?”

  Ryce answered dryly, “Yes.”

  “You wouldn’t be living with an unmarried Scot, would you?” he asked sarcastically.

  “She is under my charge.”

  The Baron threw his head back and let out a high-pitched, grating laugh. “Under your charge, you say? Well, she will be under my charge tonight.”

  Fury burned in Ryce’s chest. Had the Baron not had a guard of fifteen he would have killed him on the spot. As it was, he maintained his cool to retain control of the impetuous man. “She is my pet,” he stated forcibly.

  “I see…” The Baron stroked his chin as if giving the situation thought. “I am open to engaging the girl in your presence.”

  “That is not an option,” Ryce replied.

  The Baron chortled. “You have two choices, Ryce Leon. Either I return tonight to sample your pet, or I take her with me now.” The guards advanced on him as if on cue.

  Ryce maintained his composure, but underneath he was seething with rage. “She is under my protection,” he repeated.

  “I’m a reasonable man. Since I respect Saxons, let me sweeten the pot. I shall sample your pet, and in exchange I will have my priest marry you two in the morning.”

  Still trying to dissuade him, Ryce stated, “She is not untried, not to your tastes.”

  Sir Ryan raised his eyebrow, laughing unkindly. “I suspected as such, but she’s so young she’ll still be tight.” The Baron stared at Ryce’s pet as if having second thoughts. He commanded, “Look at me, girl.”

  She continued to look at the ground. Ryce noticed the agitation on the Baron’s face as the vein in his neck pulsed rapidly. “Pet, look at the Baron,” he commanded quietly.

  She immediately looked up with those mesmerizing moss-colored eyes and Sir Ryan stuttered. “She’s…” He cleared his throat. “The girl will do.”

  Ryce had to hide his disappointment. Curse those green eyes.

  Baron shook his head. “Trying to keep her a secret wasn’t shrewd, Leon. We Scots don’t appreciate our girls being sullied by the likes of you. Yes, it would be prudent to make it a legitimate union. However, if you’d rather, I shall take her off your hands and use her as I please.”

  Ryce bristled at his implied threat, not trusting himself to speak.

  The Baron glanced back to her. “You would prefer to be married, girl. Is that not correct?”

  She looked down at the ground again. “If it pleases my Master.”

  The Baron looked at Ryce incredulously. “Master?” Then he chuckled under his breath. “It is obvious she wants what is due her. Make her a proper bride, Leon, and avoid the unpleasantries.”

  The logical side of Ryce’s brain kicked in. If he could not annihilate the threat, then being present at her taking would give him control over what happened to his pet… to Chrisselle. Yes, he was calling her by her given name again. Fate seemed to demand it.

  Ryce was not anxious to marry the girl, but if it would protect her from this piss of a man it was an acceptable cost. It would also free him from having to hide her indefinitely. But, God’s teeth, the price…

  The Baron slapped his crop against his hand in agitation. “This isn’t a hard choice. Either invite me to her bed tonight or I take her from you now.”

  Ryce looked at him with contempt. “You are invited to return.”

  The Baron nodded with a superior smile and turned back to Chrisselle. “Girl, it appears your master wants to share. Don’t disappoint.” He mounted his horse and dug his heels into the white stallion. “I’m off to hunt.” The hounds were given the signal and bounded off howling towards the unlucky herd. Ryce was certain there would be no deer left after the Baron was done ‘hunting’.

  Ryce looked at Chrisselle and saw that the basket in her hand was shaking. “Put down the eggs and come to me,” he said tenderly.

  She laid down the basket on the ground and rushed into his open arms. Ryce held her tightly, understanding what a difficult task was ahead. He did not want Chrisselle to be damaged by the Baron. She had already been used once and there would be terrible consequences if she was taken against her will again.

  The key lay in how he presented it to her. If he was able to provide her with a sense of control and the assurance of safety, this unwelcomed event would not have to define Chrisselle. He lifted her chin and looked into those green eyes that had betrayed her. “Do you wish to marry me?”

  She nodded, her eyes conveying joy at the prospect. Good.

  “I concur. I think you will make a fine wife.”

  She smiled, her eyes glowing with love.

  And now to set up the scene to get her through it. ?
??Although the Baron’s invitation was unexpected,”—he felt her tense—“I find it intriguing. It would please me to see you with another man.”

  She searched his eyes. He knew she did not care for the Baron, but the submissive in her wanted to please her Master. He would need to use her desire to please him. He would help Chrisselle approach it as a learning opportunity.

  “There is much I can discover as I watch you with another man. It allows me to observe your body’s responses to different stimuli. He may please you in ways that I have yet to learn.”

  He saw her short, rapid breaths and knew she was frightened by the prospect. “As your Master, I will always protect you. You are my first and only concern. I would not agree to this if I thought you would be harmed.”

  She took a deep breath and smiled up at him. “Thank you, Master.”

  It was imperative that she see it as an opportunity, not something forced on her. “I am grateful the Baron’s visit will end our need for secrecy. It will please me to show you off to the community.”

  Her smile grew wider. “I would like that very much, Master.”

  Ryce stroked her cheek with his calloused thumb. “No one is as beautiful as my Scottish pet, no wonder the Baron is enchanted by you. I believe marriage is the only way to discourage others from stealing you from me.”

  Her cheeks became rosy, and she looked down at her feet.

  He lifted her chin and smiled with restrained confidence. “Tonight we play, tomorrow we wed, future wife.”

  “My future husband…” Chrisselle blushed again, suddenly becoming shy.

  “Go put the eggs away,” he told her with a light tone. He watched her skip over to pick them up and she headed to the cottage.

  He would have to use his skills to read the Baron tonight as much as Chrisselle. It was going to be a difficult balance, but he was determined to bring her through it unscathed.