Claimed by the Clan Chief

by Lily Harlem

  He tugged her right buttock and cool air washed over her pussy lips and asshole.

  She screwed up her eyes, again cringing at the lewd view he had of her. Curling her toes, she tensed, wondering what was coming next. This husband of hers had an imagination she couldn’t predict.

  “Take this,” he murmured.

  Something cool and smooth pressed against her hole.

  “Sir,” she gasped. “What—?”

  “It’s for your own good. It will prepare you for me.”

  “I don’t understand.” She gasped as the pressure increased and the tight ring of her ass widened.

  “You will. That’s it, you’re doing well.”

  She blew out a breath through pursed lips and clenched her fists.

  As whatever was invading her continued its smooth ride her pussy quivered and her clit pulsed against his thigh. She didn’t hate the sensation, far from it, and it certainly didn’t hurt. It was just strange, as he’d said it would be.

  On and on he went, the smooth glide becoming denser until she reached a point where she wasn’t sure if she could take it. “Oh… I…”

  “Never fear, you have nearly taken the plug.”

  “Plug?”

  “Aye, it’s from Paris. Designed for this very purpose.”

  “This is what… they do… in Paris?”

  “And in Scotland too now.”

  “Oh, it’s so much.” She clenched her teeth as a nip of pain attacked the stretched skin of her hole. “It’s…”

  There was a sudden popping sensation, as if she’d been fully entered. Her taut ring of muscle clamped closed, but not completely, there was still something there.

  “So pretty,” he said, releasing her buttock and smoothing his palm over her rear. “On the end is a glass jewel. It is as if you have a gemstone protruding from your bottom.”

  “Mother Nature, give me strength,” she muttered. A shiver attacked her, the plug in her butt, the heat on her skin and her still wet hair combining to send a rain shower of sensation over her.

  “Come, my love, sit.”

  Very gently he helped her into a sitting position on his lap. He cupped her face and touched his nose to hers.

  Isla squirmed as the plug moved inside of her. She was also wet between her legs and her bottom was smarting.

  “I trust you’ve learned your lesson?”

  “Aye, sir.”

  “So say it.”

  “I will never make an ill wish again. I promise.”

  “And more than that you must naught do anything that could have you accused as a witch. A healer is admirable; consulting with otherworldly spirits is not seen as such by the people we live amongst.”

  “I understand.”

  “Do ye?”

  “Aye.”

  His eyes narrowed as he studied her for a moment, then he leaned forward and kissed her.

  She became lost in the sensation of his lips on hers and his facial hair gently scratching against her chin. She’d never felt so utterly secure and protected. McTavish was everything he’d promised to be… and more.

  “I’m going to make you forget last night,” he whispered, running his hands down her back. “I’m going to take away all the fear and discomfort. For the next hour you will only ken pleasure and you may give up responsibility for everything. I am your husband and I ken what you need.”

  She stroked her hand over his hair. “I believe you.”

  “I love ye, lass.”

  “I love you, Trevor McTavish.”

  He stood, lifting her with him.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and clenched her buttocks, fearing the plug may fall out. It didn’t.

  “Here,” he said, striding to the bed. “Lie with your arms above your head.” Gently he set her onto the soft covers.

  She stretched out her legs, enjoying the silky material beneath them, arched her back then raised her arms over her head.

  ‘For the next hour you will ken only pleasure.’

  She smiled up at him, marvelling at how he could be a fearless warrior and stern discipliner one moment then a giving lover with a tender touch and smile the next.

  “That’s it,” he said, tracing his fingers from the hair in her armpit up to her wrist. “Let everything fade away. There’s only us in this room. Nothing else exists.”

  She nodded and stared up at him. Wanting to touch his chest and the defined muscles of his abdomen, but knowing she must obey and lie in this position.

  He drifted his touch up her opposite arm, then moved her wrists so they were touching.

  From somewhere he produced a length of black silk. He wound it around her hands, her arms then the slatted head of the bed. “If ever you think of your wrists being bound, this is what you think of, nothing else.”

  For a horrible moment the memory of the ropes tying her to the stake flashed through her mind.

  “Isla.” He frowned.

  She pushed the image aside. “Aye, I can do that.”

  “Good. That’s what I wish.” He continued to secure the ribbon.

  A shiver attacked her belly and went down to her pussy. Her ass trembled around the plug.

  What has he got planned for me?

  He moved to the end of the bed, then removed his kilt. His cock sprang up, hard and dark, the end glossy.

  He spotted her watching him. A smile creeped over his face. “Like what you see?”

  “Aye.”

  “Me too.” He folded his kilt. “Open your legs. I wish to see the treasure you have there.”

  For a moment she hesitated, then she did as he’d asked, spreading her legs wide so her pussy, and no doubt the bejewelled plug, was on show.

  “Very good,” he said, his eyes glistening. “Stay that way.”

  As he lay his clothing over the back of the chair his erection bobbed. He went to the bed and washed his hands, splashed some water on his face as though he’d become hot during his disciplining of her.

  Isla’s heart rate picked up. She wanted him to make love to her, the way he had on several occasions. Would he do it with her hands harnessed this way?

  He came and laid on the bed next to her, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight.

  “I’ll never leave you unguarded again,” he whispered, tracing a circle around her left nipple with the tip of his index finger. “I promise.”

  She caught her breath as her nipple puckered and tightened. Her entire breast was now heavy with need.

  “I want to worship you this way every night.” He ducked, took the nipple into his mouth and gently sucked.

  Her instinct was to slot her hands into his hair, but when she moved her arms they were of course trapped. Moaning, she bowed her body, pressing closer to him.

  He scooped her breast into his hand, feeding her into his mouth. She was aware of his teeth, his tongue, the soft sucking.

  She pressed her legs together, unable to keep them spread wide any longer. The need was building. “McTavish,” she gasped.

  He switched to the other breast, giving it the same luscious treatment.

  She was becoming mindless with want. “Oh, please.”

  He lifted up and kissed her, settling over her body as he did so.

  His chest pressed against hers as she drew up her knees to hug his hips. The plug moved and she caught her breath.

  “This will be tighter than usual,” he said, angling his cock at her entrance. “With your rear hole already full.”

  “I understand.”

  Can I do this?

  He pushed forward, gently parting her with his cock tip.

  “Ah,” she gasped, staring up at him. He’d been right, she was smaller down there and his cock suddenly felt impossibly wide.

  “It’s okay,” he said against her lips. “You can take both.”

  “I’m not sure, I—”

  “Trust me.”

  She stared into his eyes as he curled his hips, driving forward with tender determination.
He filled her an inch, then another and another.

  “Aye, I can feel it,” he said a little breathlessly. “Inside you.”

  “So can I.” Again she pulled at the binds on her wrists. His hard cock against the hard plug made her feel so full. She couldn’t take anymore.

  “Be calm, I’m nearly seated.”

  As he’d spoken his balls had pressed up against her. She held her breath and adjusted to all that was inside her.

  “You’re going to get extreme pleasure now,” he said breathlessly. “Let it take you.”

  “It’s so much.”

  “As it should be, my love.”

  He ground over her, stimulating her clit with his body.

  She moaned and her focus on his face blurred. He was so damn good at hitting the perfect spot.

  “God’s bones, you’re beautiful,” he said, not letting up with the delicious movement of his hips.

  The sensations were streaming toward her. So big and wild, would she even survive the release while filled so solidly? “I don’t ken if…”

  “You can. I’m here. I’ve got you.” He stroked her hair back from her face. “Now find your release and let me watch and feel you let go of everything. Only I exist.”

  “Aye, aye, just you.” It was becoming too intense to contain, too powerful. Her orgasm was like another living part of her and it wanted to take control. “Oh… oh… it’s here.”

  He worked her even harder, penetrated even deeper.

  She held her breath as the pressure reached boiling point, then wailed as it over-spilled. Fire and white-hot bliss shot from her clit, pounding through her pussy and ass. She contracted around him and pulsed through wave after wave of ecstasy.

  “Isla,” he gasped.

  She dragged at her binds, pressed her head into the pillow and wailed again, uncaring who heard. The rest of the world didn’t exist.

  “Lord above.” He caught her mouth in a feral kiss, darting his tongue in to find hers.

  She kissed him back with fervour. It was as if he were holding her together as she came apart.

  The realization dawned on her that he hadn’t found release and as her climax abated he slowed.

  “McTavish,” she said, breaking the kiss. “Did it not feel good for you?”

  “Aye, lass.” He kissed her cheek, her jawline then her neck before returning to kiss her mouth. “So good it took every morsel of my will power not to come with you.”

  “So why didn’t you?”

  He smiled. A wicked, dangerous smile that made her already racing heart rush faster. His eyes glinted with passion and a hint of devilishness.

  “What?” she asked, trying to catch her breath as her breasts jutted up against his chest.

  “You will find out.” He withdrew and kneeled between her legs.

  The next thing she knew he was turning her over. Her forearms crossed and her face hit the pillow. The plug seemed to shift inside her and she was aware of her own slickness between her legs.

  “Up like this,” he said, lifting her torso. “On your knees.”

  She balanced on her knees and elbows and stared down at the fabric on the pillowcase. A dark green tartan. With her ass exposed to him yet again, a fresh tremble went down her spine.

  “How is this feeling?” he asked, rubbing over her bottom.

  “A wee bit sore.”

  “Aye, it will be for the rest of the day. As it should be.”

  “Aye, sir.”

  “And this.”

  The plug wiggled inside her. He was twisting it.

  “I… I have become used to it.”

  “That was my intention.”

  Again it moved, this time pressing against her pussy wall. She moaned, still so sensitive after her climax it created a thrum of pleasure.

  “This will feel odd,” he said.

  “What will… oh…” He was removing the plug, her hole expanding around the base and then contracting as it was taken out. When it was gone she felt strangely empty without it.

  She hung her head and flicked her hips from left to right. A low groan caught in her throat.

  “It’s okay, there’s more for you,” he said, gripping her waist. “Here it is.”

  The wide, thick tip of his cock pressed against her asshole.

  What? He can’t be going to put that there?

  “McTavish.”

  “You ken you can take this,” he said sternly. “What we just did proved it, so rid yourself of that tension.”

  “We can’t.”

  “We most definitely can. You are my wife and as such I have the right to give both of us pleasure however I see fit.”

  “But there.” She twisted to look over her shoulder at him. “In my…?”

  He was staring down at her ass, his hair hanging forward and his mouth a tight line. There was a flush of red on his cheeks and he was breathing fast.

  “You won’t regret it,” he said, catching her gaze. “And I won’t hurt you. This is to bring us even closer in mind and body.”

  I can do this.

  She hung her head again and concentrated on relaxing.

  He must have sensed the tension draining from her for he eased forward, parting her pucker with his cock.

  “Ah, my love… aye, like that.” His fingers tightened on her waist.

  She blew out a long, slow breath and as the air left her lungs he drove deeper. He was gentle but the sheer width of his cock created a sting and a density that made her clench.

  “Relax. I won’t give you more than you can take.”

  She trusted him. He’d never pushed her further than she could go before and had he not just saved her life?

  His cock was slippery, as though oiled like the plug and as she accepted him deeper the sensation of him in her most intimate hole became pleasurable.

  Very pleasurable.

  His body pressed up against her. She’d taken the full length of his cock.

  “You are a dream come true, wife of mine,” he said, his words catching in his throat and coming out hoarse. “And I can hold off no longer… argh…”

  He didn’t thrust and pound, or drag her onto him. With a sensual stillness he came deep inside her.

  His cock pulsed gently and he slid his hands to her hips and gripped her tight. His breath held then he blew it out in hot waves over her back.

  Her pussy pulsed as another orgasm besieged her. Deep and satisfying, it radiated through her body and she closed her eyes, committing every sound, touch, and sensation to memory. She was sure they’d do this again, but she wanted to remember every moment of this, their first time. It was as special as their first time at the glen.

  “My seed is spilled,” he said, running his palms over her buttocks. “I could hold it in no longer. Your ass is perfection.”

  “I’m pleased.”

  “You should be.” Slowly he pulled out. She arched her back, seeming to be able to feel every vein on his shaft and then the flared glans as he withdrew.

  When he was fully out, she flopped onto her belly with her legs out straight and tightened her buttocks. Her body was warm and satisfied, her heart rate and breathing returning to normality.

  “My love.” He was over her, releasing her wrists. “I trust I made you forget everything but me?”

  “You ken you did.”

  He helped her bring her arms down to her sides, rubbing her shoulders and wrists, guessing they ached from her yanking them in their secure position.

  “That was my intention, after your spanking that was.” He slid his hand beneath her and pulled her close so her head was tucked underneath his chin. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders and set his other hand squarely on her reddened buttocks. “Can I ask you something?”

  She nuzzled into his neck and placed her hand on his chest so she could feel his heartbeat. “Anything.”

  “Did you take my handkerchief so you could cast a love spell on me?”

  “I don’t ken what you mean.” She swallowed
and tried not to let her shoulders tense. Had he seen her in the forest? He’d hinted as much. And did he ken about love spells and what ingredients were needed?

  “Only I’ve been having some thoughts on your sort.”

  “My sort? Like your mother? Healers?”

  “No, well, yes, but more than that, thoughts about beautiful woman with alluring powers.” He held her a little closer. “Like you.”

  “It pleases me you think I’m beautiful.” She snugged in, enjoying the heat of his body. “But I’m not sure about me having powers.”

  “Aye, you do, alluring powers that can entice a man to bed.” He kissed the top of her head. “And eyes that hold passion and secrets, wisdom of twice your age and skin so soft and pale.”

  “I suppose in that case I did cast a love spell.” She giggled.

  “As I thought.”

  “But with my curves and eyes, wisdom and skin, you ken. Nothing else. Not a handkerchief.”

  He chuckled. “Aye, wife of mine, with your curves and eyes, nothing else. And if you think I believe that, then you’re not as wise as I first thought.”

  She propped up onto her elbow and looked down at him. Her expression fell serious. “I’ll tell you everything, sir,” she said. “On the day our first-born arrives.” She pressed her lips together to keep from adding ‘because on that day we’ll be bound by our child.’

  He stroked her hair. “You tell me whenever you’re ready, lass, for nothing you say will scare me away from you, or make me love you less. I knew exactly what I was getting into when I allowed my heart to open up for you, and only you.”

  Epilogue

  One year later

  McTavish glared at the Duke of Cambridgeshire and tightened the grip around his sword. It had been a long time coming to this moment and now he was going to relish it.

  Or at least he hoped that was how it would go.

  “You’re a traitor to the king,” the duke said with a snarl. “Renounce your allegiance or you will hang for your misplaced loyalty.”

  “If you believe I’ll renounce anything you are a bigger fool than I thought,” McTavish snarled. “You will never take me or my men.” Fury raged within him. The duke had tricked him—with promises of assistance to the Jacobite rebellion—into coming so far south of the border and now he was surrounded with only a couple of his men.