His strangled, “yes” made her smile and slowly she returned to pleasure him for a while. Then, allowing his cock to slip out of her mouth, cupping his balls in her hands instead, she looked up at him again.
“Is this what you like?” she asked. He was getting a taste of his own medicine now, and he was going to learn how it felt. She concentrated on keeping him on the edge, by stopping and starting, until a large hand swatted her behind.
“Don’t play games with his cock!” She had underestimated the Doms. Master Alexander stopped what he was doing until she continued to lick and suck his brother’s cock without stopping. They hadn’t said a word. It was one more instance of their ability to communicate with each other by means of looks. She had better learn to remember that. Once she’d settled to minister to his brother’s cock, Master Alexander began to pleasure her again. He sucked her clit into his mouth and lashed his tongue over the bundle of nerves. She moaned on the cock in her mouth. She was careful not to stop and was rewarded with two long fingers as well as his tongue. He pumped them in and out of her pussy and curled them over her G-spot. The sensation was indescribable, and she was becoming addicted to it.
“I think with some stretching and plenty of lube it may just be possible to do it,” Master Alexander said.
She wondered what “it” was, as she had not really been listening, then what he said next gave her a jolt, and she stopped sucking cock.
“It does, of course, depend on the size of the fist, so maybe ours are too big.”
They’re going to try to insert a fist in my pussy? What is he thinking? I certainly don’t want that!
“No, no, no!”
Then she heard Master Alexander laugh.
“No of course not. We are too big, but you were teasing Master Ruari, so I thought I’d teach you what’s sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander. I told you we would only do what you would like.”
She smiled that she’d fallen for it. Master Alexander obligingly returned to his ministrations and gave her three fingers and a whole lot of pleasure. She moaned and moved her hips back toward him as he stroked her firmly but gently. Then he pulled his fingers out and replaced them by his long, thick cock and began to fuck her. As he drove forward, he pushed her making her swallow more of his brother’s cock into her mouth. Between the two men, she felt full and loved as she had never felt before. When Master Ruari’s hips began to buck, she sucked harder. His brother took her clit in his fingers and pinched and pressed as he pumped in and out of her pussy. In an amazing orgasm, she thought she saw stars as all three of them came together. She swallowed Master Ruari’s cream and licked him clean. His brother withdrew and saw to the condom. They all collapsed in a tangled heap of arms and legs.
Later, as they lay there entwined in each other’s arms, Fiona could hear in the twilight the sounds all of the others made in their ecstasy and the eventual silence after everyone had reached their climaxes. She rested on the blankets, sated but happy, indulging in tender kisses and the sweet aftercare her Doms gave her. She sighed in contentment. Lots of cuddling and petting later, they managed to get up. She felt boneless, so Master Ruari picked her up and carried her, squealing and giggling, over his shoulder. She felt like a sack of potatoes but was able to get in a few pinches of her own to the taut buttocks she watched avidly as he walked back to the house. The shift and play of the muscles in his backside made her mouth water, and she wondered at herself. She had just had the most amazing afternoon of sex of her life, and here she was fantasising about more. They joined the others, and they disposed of the rubbish and washed, then, realising they really were ravenous, they fell on the delicious food. There were glasses of cold champagne to toast the Jubilee, and then they took their coffee and little red-, white-, and blue-iced cakes and slices of the larger Union Jack cake into the living room and sat about chatting until it was time for the rest to go home. She saw that everyone thought the party had been a success and “Hunt the Sub” very enjoyable. Fiona just knew she’d not had the last of the game or the devilish root.
Chapter Nineteen
After dinner in Master Angus’s house the next day Jane and Fiona loaded the dishwasher and went to sit comfortably, sipping their coffee. Jane had a small glass of her favourite Pedro Ximénez, the men had Glenmorangie whisky and Fiona a small glass of Drambuie. They chatted a while, and it was plain from what they said and the wistful expressions on their faces when Scotland was mentioned that the twins wanted to return home as soon as they could, but wouldn’t go until after the wedding. Their business needed them. They had originally come south because they had business to conduct in Sheffield. Then they had learned of the wedding and decided to stay for that. They had loyal staff keeping on top of the work, but decisions only they could make were being done by e-mail or video conference. It was less than ideal.
Fiona heard it all, and her heart sank. She knew that the time to part had come. She had known they would be going home, and they had made no secret of that fact, to give them their due. She had been so happy with them she’d got into the way of thinking she would be with them permanently. She was going to miss them, she had fallen in love with both of them, but they had never said they loved her, never said they wanted anything more permanent, so she had only herself to blame. Gordon was right. Nobody would want her with her ugly scars and less than savoury past with such a violent man. She fought back the tears. She would not let herself down and embarrass them. She could be brave. She’d had enough practice hiding her feelings with Gordon. Maybe that was it. Maybe they thought she had no feelings because she had managed to hide them so successfully.
Master Alexander needed to talk to his uncle, so Jane went upstairs to wait until they had finished.
“Shall we take a walk in the garden?” Master Ruari asked Fiona.
“Yes. I think that would be delightful.”
She did not think it would be delightful. She was sure he was going to say good-bye to her and let her down gently, away from the others. Nevertheless, she let him pull her to her feet, and they went out to stroll down to the stream, watching the clouds in the sky turn pink, then red and gold. They held hands as they strolled.
“Are you happy, my little pet?”
How could she say no? How could she tell him she was hurting inside? She didn’t want to spoil what was going to be their last time together. She wanted to store all the happy memories she could for when she did not have her men. She’d have to hear from Emma of their lives and their wives and families in the future. What torture that would be. “Yes, I am, Master,” she said. She lifted their joined hands to her lips and kissed his hand. She felt a frisson of arousal as her lips touched his skin, and he took her hand in both of his and kissed her palm, then licked and sucked each of her fingers into his mouth. Then he turned, tugging her along behind him. He climbed the steps and headed toward a recliner which he adjusted.
Bending her over the back, he had her hold onto the seat and spread her legs. He freed her breasts and played with them. “Watch the sunset,” he said. There wasn’t much foreplay, but she didn’t mind that. She needed him to fuck her, hard and fast. She wanted to feel him inside her, maybe for the last time. He put on a condom, and then he lifted her skirt and parted the swollen and puffy folds of her pussy and entered her forcefully. Holding her by the hips, he pumped in and out of her. She loved this angle and the way his cock stimulated her G-spot. Her breasts bounced and jiggled as he pumped into her. She moaned, writhed and panted as she watched the sun sinking slowly in the west, as he had told her to. It was a beautiful, romantic moment.
“Oh, yes, Master, more please.”
She was wondering how much longer he could keep going at the rate he was when he reached round and began to rub her clit. He rubbed until she came, shuddering and shaking in his arms as her cunt spasmed about his cock. The spasms brought on his own release and his hips bucked as his hot semen shot into the condom. She felt the heat, and he carried on pumping into her until the aftershocks ceased. She
stayed still until his cock softened and he withdrew. The sun had set, but she had not seen it sink below the trees to the west of the property. Her legs were like jelly, so he had to help her up and he gathered her in his arms, petting and praising her. He kissed her long and tenderly, stroking her hair with one hand and holding her close with the other. Suddenly she tensed in his arms and he felt it.
“What is it, my pet? What is troubling you? Surely not that Gordon.”
“No, he’s no longer a threat to me, I know that. You and I have just fucked, and Master Alexander was not here with us. He will be angry, and maybe he won’t want me anymore, and I don’t want to come between the two of you.”
She was getting ever more agitated as she spoke, then a deep voice she would recognise anywhere spoke, “I knew what you would be doing. I have no problem with it. Sometimes it will be both of us and sometimes just one.”
“How will I ever keep track of whose turn it is? I don’t want one of you to have less than the other.”
“It’s not a matter of less. If one of us isn’t there, that is no reason for the other two to have to wait. There is no jealousy here, and there will be no conflict unless you try to set one of us against the other. Whatever one does is shared with the other.”
“No, I would never try to set one of you against the other. I don’t want to hurt either of you. I love you both equally.”
Shocked, she put her hand over her mouth. How had that slipped out? No mention of love had been made before. They’d never said the words. She had made a mess of it now.
She looked at them both in dismay, but they were both smiling.
“Well,” said Master Alexander, “now isn’t that fortunate. I have just been speaking to our uncle, as he is the head of the family. As such, has the right to be informed of what Ruari and I intend to do. We want you to come back north with us. Not that it was a surprise to him or Aunt Jane.”
“We love you, too, pet.” Master Ruari still held her close and ruffled her hair. “We wanted to wait until that man had been dealt with and you could concentrate on other things. We are returning home next week after the wedding, and we want you to come with us.”
“Yes, Fiona, will you marry us?”
“But I can’t marry both of you!”
“For the rest of the world you would marry me as I am the elder by five minutes, but you would be our wife. We both want you, we love you, and we want to have a family with you. Do say you will marry us.”
“Yes.” She couldn’t wipe the smile off her face, she was deliriously happy. “Yes, please. I will marry you. What about babies, how will we know who is the father? Won’t that be a problem for you?” she asked.
She could see that being the cause of a whole lot of problems in the future.
“There will be no problem about the babies. As we are identical twins, who could tell which one the father might be? We will both be fathers to our babies, and we hope there will be many of them.”
She blushed at that. “Are you sure? I am no oil painting, and I carry scars from Gordon.”
But she got no further as two pissed-off Doms growled at her and stated in no uncertain terms that they wished to hear no more nonsense.
Master Alexander pulled out a box with a ring in it. It was an antique ring with a large sapphire surrounded by diamonds.
“If it doesn’t fit, we can have it altered. It’s the engagement ring that is always given in our family to the bride of the eldest son. Master Angus had it for safekeeping. It’s been in the family for four hundred years.”
Reverently she took it from him and slipped it on. She could almost feel the other generations of Scott brides standing at her back nodding in approval as the ring sat perfectly on her finger.
“I am more honoured than I can say, and this ring is perfect. I would want no other.” She kissed first one then the other.
Chapter Twenty
Master Ruari left to get cleaned up, leaving them alone.
“Well, in that case, I think it’s my turn,” said Master Alexander.
He picked a blanket off the recliner and walked with her hand in hand down to the stream. He placed the blanket on the ground and helped her to lie down. Slowly he stripped off her clothes.
“I love to strip off your clothes slowly, revealing your body inch by inch as if I were unwrapping a special gift just for me.”
She was panting and wet when finally he stripped off her little bra of white lace with tiny violets embroidered on it. Then came the matching boy shorts in the same pattern. She watched in fascination as he held them to his nose and smelled her scent. “You are so fucking beautiful. I love your soft skin. I want to sink my cock into you now. But I enjoy making us both wait, my pet,” he said and she mewled.
White lace stockings, attached to her garter belt, were peeled off one by one, folded neatly on top of her dress, and followed by the garter belt. He was driving her mad. She wanted him inside her, but it was always the same. He’d take his time, and by the time he was ready, she’d be drenched and panting in her urgency.
“You are so beautiful, so white. Your skin is like satin. I love to take my time and savour every moment. Are you getting impatient, my pet?”
He knew she was, and at last he had mercy. He bent over her and kissed her long and sweetly. As their tongues tangled and their sweet breath mingled, she could feel her lips soon were swollen under his. He rested on one elbow and moved his attentions to her breasts, already aching for him. As his fingers trailed lightly over them, she arched her back and moaned in supplication, “Please fuck me, Master.”
The jolt of electricity his touch sent to her cunt had her even wetter, and she could not keep still under the tender caresses of his long, strong fingers. He trailed the hand down as far as her pussy and back up again. She sighed in frustration and whined her displeasure.
“Please. I need your cock inside me now, Master.”
He only chuckled and did it again saying, “Impatient little pet.”
But as he said it, he thrust two fingers into her cunt and found her G-spot, driving her wild. She bucked, thrashed, moaned, and sobbed when he took the two fingers out and replaced them with four, pushing deep into her. She lifted off the blanket and shrieked.
“Oh, Master. That feels so good. Fuck me harder, please.”
He massaged and stimulated her G-spot until she felt she could take no more, and wave after wave of excruciating pleasure buffeted her. She writhed and bucked in his arms. Putting on a condom, he entered her, and she felt the spasms of her aftershocks grip his cock. She didn’t want him ever to take it out of her. He fucked her slowly and gently for such a long while until his own release must have been approaching. Then he thrust home three times, shouting his release as his cream filled the condom. Soon there would be no condom to mute their pleasure, she thought, and was impatient to feel them inside her with no barriers.
“We love you, little pet,” he whispered in her ear, then he helped her upstairs, cleaned her and himself up, and took her to bed, curling his arm over her protectively. Master Ruari joined them and drew her head down to his shoulder. They slept long and late. Her last coherent thought had been that at long last she was really safe from all harm, sandwiched between them, and they loved her.
Chapter Twenty-One
It was Fiona’s last day with Jane and Master Angus, and she was sad to leave, but deliriously happy that she was going home with her two handsome men. Jane had asked Fiona to be one of her two attendants. She was dressed in a dark-green silk dress that clung to her form and the colour favoured her hair and complexion. It had a long, flowing skirt, tight waist, and crossover bodice that showed just a tasteful amount of bosom. Set in her hair she had small silk roses in a paler shade to match the dress.
Fiona had been given a necklace like Jane’s and Emma’s but in white gold with just three letters suspended and linked together in one A, R, and F. It was a tasteful and tactful way of uniting their three names, and she loved the way th
ey had done it. She could wear it anywhere. They had given it to her earlier and put it around her neck, locking it with a key. Both men had a key on a white gold chain to hang around his neck, and only those two keys would unlock the padlock. She didn’t care because there was not going to be any need to unlock it. If she had her way, it would never come off.
The antique sapphire-and-diamond ring glowed and was admired by all there. Her own wedding would take place in the Highlands in a few weeks, and she could hardly believe how lucky she was and how her life had changed simply because she had stopped in her flight to visit a friend. Fate had indeed been kind to her. Jane and Angus would come to the wedding and would bring Emma and Eric. What more could she wish for?
Gordon had taken away so much from her, but he hadn’t won in the end. She wouldn’t think about him anymore. She might bear the physical and mental scars, but now she had a new life and two men who loved her more than life itself. She looked down at her own ring then turned and looked over her shoulder at the two men whose eyes she knew had never left her as she followed Jane and knew there was no need for fear or nervousness now. She had a future. She stood up straight and listened to the rest of the service.
When the meal was over Master Alexander came up to her and kissed her. “It’s time for you to go upstairs and change. We will not come with you, or we shall never get off tonight. We will save all that for the hotel in Carlisle,” he said as he caressed her cheek. She trembled at his touch and at the hot gaze he levelled on her. She was looking forward to that hotel.
She was glad they were going. She was anxious to start her new life. When she had come to Sheffield she never dreamed that she would find such happiness. She looked at her ring again and thought of all it meant. The diamonds sparkled. Like the stars in my eyes. She had a future. She was going to her new home in the Highlands, to make her own family. They had not used condoms in the past few days, and she wondered how long it would be before she would have news to tell her men. As she put on her dress, she ran her hands over her smooth belly. She turned sideways-on to the mirror to look if anything showed, then laughed at herself. It’s much too soon to tell. She daydreamed about how her men would look when she told them. She was the luckiest girl in the world with her two Highland laddies.
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