by Tilly Greene
There were outbuildings, guest and gatehouses. She thought the mixture of styles and eras blended well, but it was the follies placed randomly throughout the grounds that she loved. There were three of them, one on the hill overlooking her office. Every time she left, she sought it out and wondered about the man who had it built. It intrigued her how in times past follies were usually illegal and still built as a tangible expression of a man’s love for his lady.
Maybe she should change things around for womankind and have one built for her man. Laughing out loud and not caring if anyone heard her, she continued trying to find her way around the main house. With all the wings and floors, the place was a true maze.
There it was, the painting of a huge deer and his many pointed antlers. It was a piece she associated with being near Hamish’s office. Turning the corner, she saw a large window at the end of the hallway with a beautiful dark green panel pulled to the side and a door on the right. She was sure this was his office, but just in case she was wrong, Grace quietly opened the door and peeked in. The man she was looking for stood at the window, looking down the valley, over the loch toward Ben Hope in the distance.
The smile on her face grew when she saw the state of his horns. There was no doubt where his mind had wandered. It didn’t matter what he’d been looking at because it was apparent his thoughts happened to have landed the same place hers had.
Trying to surprise him, she walked as quietly as she could, then wrapped her arms around him and held him close. There were no words necessary between them. She was where she wanted to be and when his hands came up to hold hers, press them closer to his chest, Grace knew her decision to come home early had been the right one.
Resting her forehead against his back, she closed her eyes and breathed in his scent. Clean, crisp and cool, that was her man and she loved to shake him up. Today she had the perfect means to do it to.
Without any warning or hinted at, she merely slipped her hand beneath his kilt and took hold of his hard-on. The fierce rod gave a mighty twitch in her grip and she smiled with delight. She tightened her clasp, and started to stroke up and down the sturdy length. The surprise for him was that she hadn’t taken off her cashmere gloves and the softer-than-air fiber had to be driving him wild.
The way in which he moaned with pleasure told her she was right. His steely control would soon be on the rocks if she had anything to say about it. Holding his cock firmly in her soft grip, she teased him, stroking over his ready hard-on. While she couldn’t feel his flesh, she could enjoy the blood pulsating just beneath the surface. The pace with which she stroked him wasn’t quick, it was, however, fast enough to keep him heading steadily toward a climax.
After two, maybe three minutes, his head was thrown back and his rod was throbbing wildly with need. She knew she had him seconds from coming and was pleased to have shaken his control so easily. Then, as if he wasn’t a few short seconds away from coming, he startled her by turning around and taking back power on a growl.
“Grace, my love,” he whispered against her mouth, then thrust his tongue between her lips and instantly owned her body. Her hands reached out to grab his horns, hold him to her, only he shook his head and her hands fell away. While he scrunched her skirt up, Hamish told her exactly what he’d been thinking about when she walked in.
“I was trying to get some work done, but my mind kept slipping back to that first day in your office. There you were sitting on your desk, almost undressed and begging me for more. I wanted to take you so badly that day, right there on your desk. With this picture of you distracting me from important work, I came to the window to try to find my focus again. Then you threw it all away in an instant. You came in here and wrecked my ability to think of anything except coming because of how you worked these sexy gloves over my cock.” The fists gripping the fabric of her skirt relaxed and started to methodically take her clothes away.
“I’m not sorry.”
“That’s fine with me, because either way I’ll have you. And I can tell you I won’t be sorry either.”
Since she wanted this as much as he did, she helped strip down. There was a playroom here at the house. She didn’t think it was possible, but it was even more delicious than the one in London. More toys, more space, more of everything, but right now, as far as she was concerned, it was too far away. When she started to pull off her elbow-length cashmere gloves, he stopped her with a commanding look.
“Oh, no, those stay on, baby. I want you to wear these wicked gloves. Call it payback.”
Laughing, because now she knew for sure she’d had him on the ropes earlier, Grace let him have his way. She already had her victory and would keep it close until the next time, when hopefully she’d send him over the edge.
Completely naked except for the gloves, he lifted her to his kiss. His lips weren’t gentle or playing softly against hers. No, they demanded she meet his lusty needs with hers. Instantly she felt loved and needed. With his hands holding her hips, he moved the two of them over to the desk and sat her down on its cluttered top.
While she was pulling her mouth away to catch a breath, she mentioned she was sitting on his paperwork. Ignoring her warning, he placed her hands on his horns and thrust his cock inside her. With no more than a grunt, he’d surged right into her without a pause until he hit her cervix and drove a squeal from her.
“Don’t let go of the horns, baby, don’t let go.”
“Or what?” She gasped out as he pulled out and thrust back in, just as fiercely as before.
“Just don’t let go.”
Grace lost her train of thought as he again possessed her body. She loved every groan of pleasure he created in her. This was her heaven, having him taking her with utter and complete passion. They enjoyed their sensual play. He pushed in until he was buried deep inside her, then pushed for a little more space, pulled out and pushed himself inside her again. The power he put behind this last thrust caused her hands to drop from the horns and they fell back on the desk by her head.
The move sent things crashing to the floor, her eyes rolling back.
This was what uncontrolled desire felt like, raw and brimming with hunger for his satisfaction, as well as her own. There wasn’t anything pretty about what they were doing right now on his desk. There were no gentle words of love being whispered or fucking for pleasure. This was an expression of pure need they had for each other. The reward would be the pleasure only they could offer each other.
Under his care and in his eyes, she was beautiful and wanted.
He pulled his cock out, nice and slow, so she felt every inch of his thick rod leaving her and then thrust in again, nudging his cock for that little extra space he always managed to find. Her back arched, thrusting her breasts up higher and her legs folded around his hips for balance.
With the next hard push he made inside her, she brought the gloved hands up to hold her breasts still. They shook so wildly with his feral loving. She opened her eyes to look at him and found an intense, passionate expression on his face. He had one hand braced beside her head and the other kept his kilt out of the way, permitting him a view of his possession. It was interesting that, despite usually watching where his rod disappeared inside her, this time he didn’t look away from her chest.
On a whim, she changed her hands’ positions until they were cupping the rounded hills of flesh. The fire in his golden orbs flared and she ramped up the flames by teasing her cashmere covered thumbs up and over her tight nipples. While it was a sweet torture for her, it looked like the moves were driving him crazy.
“There you go, baby, make those tips nice and hard for me to suck on.”
So, he wanted it that way. Well, she’d be more than happy to ratchet up his lust, hers definitely was. Already she was feeling like a sexy siren writhing naked on top of his desk while he had his wicked way with her.
Stroking with her index fingers, she circled the pink points. The soft yarn felt wonderful on her skin. She could see why he’d b
een enjoying the hand job as much as she was. Covering the two fleshy mounds, she moved her palms lightly over the tips, enticing them to stretch further for more contact. They did and she discovered that trying to tease him was almost more than she could handle. Deciding to reward herself, Grace pinched both breasts and moaned while giving them a gentle tug before rolling them like someone would a fine cigar.
She felt what she was doing to her breasts all the way down in her pussy. This was a particular set of nerves she enjoyed teasing. As a reward for her actions and the seriously tight grip she had on his cock, she was able to feel him pulsate with need. The hard swelling and pounding of blood through his flesh inside her brought another groan to the surface, slipping out as she arched her back again. There was one goal in her mind now, trying to drive him even further than he had been before.
It may have been a thought in her mind, but she was sure she could feel even more of him inside her body. Suddenly there was a need to ensure he didn’t leave her body. She moved one of her hands down to her mound to try to push him back inside her, except the move backfired on her. Her eyes flew open and met his when he took one of her fingers and started to tease it over her excited clit. The feel of the soft glove over her tight nub drove her out of her mind.
“Wicked gloves, aren’t they?” Hamish mentioned as he relentlessly kept the digit poised just over the hard flesh. She thought if she bumped her hips up it would bring him back into her cunt, but she couldn’t manage to move from her current position.
“Aren’t they, baby girl?”
“Please, please.” She begged, wanting the climax that was right out of reach.
“Okay, okay. Is this what you want?” He moved her hands back so they held his horns and rammed into her pussy, encouraging her now free breasts to shake with delight. She held on to him as if her life depended on it while he rode her body hard and fast. Words were no longer an option, instead she groaned with pleasure. This became her only way to communicate with him. She started to move her legs back around his hips, but he stopped them and held her knees pressed down against the desktop.
“Hamish!” She screamed, loudly, as it felt like her body was about to disintegrate into a million pieces while she climaxed. From the top of her head down to the tip of her toes, she shook and clenched, trying to keep him inside her pussy and completely still. She could feel how her slick channel gripped him tightly and tried to pull him deeper while the muscles quaked around him.
The climaxes he gave her were always more than she’d ever expected. They took hold of her and then sent her spiraling out of control. He possessed her mind, body and soul with love and lust.
Despite her best attempt to hold him inside her, he kept moving. It took a great deal of effort and unimagined strength of will, but he managed. Each stroke drove the breath from her. Then, when his gaze found and held hers, Grace could tell his time was near. And it was. He exploded inside her, sending seed into the furthest reaches of her womb.
Collapsing onto his elbows, he huffed in a bid to catch his breath. When the smile of satisfaction graced his lips, she wanted to laugh. The man was rather pleased with himself, as he should be. She was still basking in the glory of his absolute possession.
Leaning to the side, he rested a hand on her belly and stroked the flesh. Underneath his touch, her flesh jumped and quivered with excitement. It didn’t matter that they’d just had one of the most incredible fucks of her life, because as far as her mind and body were concerned, the man was magic and always ready to go another round.
“Do you think we made a baby this time?”
“Hmmm, if I remember the calendar right then it’s very possible.” They were both serious in their desire for children. Because of his horns, it was a possibility they’d be born with them and they had to take that into consideration. No matter what, all of their children would be accepted and if it wasn’t meant to be for them personally, then they’d adopt.
“I love you, Hamish, especially the way you go commando under your kilt. You’re a real Scotsman.”
“Why? Because I like to lift it and fuck you wherever we are?”
“That and because you look so bloody sexy in it.”
“Well, I guess it’s fair. I’ve always been partial to seeing you in your shoes and stockings. Now I’ll have to add these gloves to the list of must have handy. Those are entirely too decadent not to come with a warning.”
“Fine, with one condition.”
“Are we negotiating again?”
“Absolutely.”
“Okay, what are you looking for?”
“I’ll wear them, and only them, if while they’re on, I can stroke my hand over your cock until you come. No changing your mind. I’ve made you hard, given you a blowjob, but I’ve never been able to have you climaxing by my hand alone.”
“Do I look stupid? That’s a given.” Hamish slowly pulled out of her loving hold and readjusted his plaid. “Now, come on, we still need to settle up before my gran arrives. She’s an astute old bird, and trust me, we don’t want to give her anything to wonder about, especially our sex life.”
Holding out his hand, he helped her stand up and led the way out of his office. They walked down a couple of hallways and up the stairs to their bedroom. Neither of them was fussed about her lack of clothes, she liked how he looked at and appreciated her body. It turned her on and encouraged her to be herself when they were together. And right now, with him dressed in a t-shirt and kilt, she was right back to where she’d been when she came looking for him.
Frisky for him.
“Wait, what do we have to settle?”
“You took your hands off my horns and I distinctly remember telling you there was a price to pay if you did that.”
“I thought you were kidding. Besides, they fell off when you slammed into me with such strength. It wasn’t my fault.”
“Excuse me, am I hearing you complain about how I make love with you?”
“No! Never! You know how much I adore holding those bones, especially while we’re together.”
“We will settle this and I can tell you it’s going to involve handcuffs and those delightful silver anal balls. You remember them, don’t you? They had the metal beads inside them that drove you nuts, had you begging for more.”
“Oh.”
“Hurry up, lass. We have just a couple of hours.”
* * * * *
“Gran, this is Grace, Grace Strachan.” Hamish used his best manners introducing the woman who completed him to the tiny, white-haired woman standing ramrod straight in his foyer. Tonight was the first meeting between the two most important people in his life and he wanted to give them time to get to know each other. There was no doubt in his mind they’d end up liking each other. They just had to get over the nerves first. It was one of the reasons he kept his lover busy in their bedroom for the past couple of hours, so she wouldn’t have a chance to worry about it.
What he hadn’t expected was how anxious he was. It was a good thing he’d spent all his excess energy on ensuring his woman was in a good place for tonight, because he didn’t have anything left to feed the nerves.
“Grace, this is my gran, Maisie Buchanan.”
“How do you do, ma’am?” Polite and proper was what he’d expected from her and that was okay. This was a part of her that came out stronger than any other when she was fretting. He found it rather endearing.
From behind her tiny glasses, Maisie was eyeing his mate up and down, without a smile on her face. He wasn’t worried, though. His gran would see how perfect Grace was for him and would be happy for them. With his arm around the shoulder of the woman he loved completely, he waited for the older woman to say what was on her mind. He had no doubt there was plenty going on in her brain, and yet, it seemed she had her own schedule to keep to tonight.
Using her stick, the Buchanan’s grand dame slowly made her way into the sitting room and sought out her favorite chair. After settling down, she fussed with the he
m of her dress and sleeves of her sweater, never taking her gaze away from them. Finally, the silence was broken by a soft voice speaking with a very strong burr.
“Hamish, your horns are out.”
“Yes, Gran, they are.”
“And you don’t appear to be concerned by their presence,” she stated matter-of-factly.
“No, far from it.” They’d taken the couch opposite her and he kept his arm around Grace’s shoulder to give her whatever support and comfort she might want. He loved his gran. She brought him up from birth. The woman at his side was his mate, the other half of his heart. If there was some way to make this introduction easier for either one of them, then he would do it. Unfortunately, he couldn’t think of what else he could do, so he waited for them to find their peace with the other.
Even to him the silence seemed intense. It wasn’t helped by the bright blue eyes from behind the small round glasses that remained focused on his mate. In his heart, Hamish wasn’t the least bit worried about the outcome. This was the woman who completed him and was sure everyone could see it.
“Grace?”
“Yes, ma’am?”
“Do you realize why his horns are out?”
Grace turned beet-red, but still answered the question honestly. “Yes, ma’am, I do.”
More silence. He was sure this was unbearable for Grace. She unfolded her hands and put one on his thigh. She was probably looking for strength from him to help her through this introduction. Unfortunately, it was a dangerous move to her to make with his kilt riding high up his leg and his need for her running close to the surface. The unconscious move for connecting with him revealed not only his knees, but some of his thighs as well.
“Yes, I see you do. Perfect. Well, laddie, you’ve finally found your other half and I’m very happy to meet her. However, I think you stayed in London too long. To make matters worse, you’ve been home for at least a week and at no point did you bring your Grace down to the house to introduce the family or myself to her. Alain had met her, although apparently it was brief so doesn’t count. Oh, I had phone calls from you telling me how wonderful life was and all that, but nothing of substance was offered.”