Box Set: Highland Flings: Scottish Historical Victorian Romance Taboo BDSM Erotica

by Brand, Bonnie

  ‘Let’s get yer wee pink garden absolutely shining for the Laird, shall we? An’ I’ll give your arse hole a scrub for good measure.’ She moved the head of the brush underneath me, and started to scrub my back passage. It felt surprisingly sweet also, and I found myself closing my eyes and exhaling softly.

  ‘Now that we’re all done, let’s get ye dry, an’ in the harness.’ She put down the brush and held up a soft-looking towel.

  ‘The harness?’

  ‘Och dinnae worry, it’s all for yer own good my dear, to make it as simple and painless as possible. Come on, out ye get.’

  Chapter 20

  When I was quite dry, Agnes took me back into my chamber, and dressed me in a tiny wee frilly frock. I saw that the Laird’s proclivity for short dresses was quite profound as, if anything, this particular garment was even shorter than the pink thing he’d bade me wear for my inspection. This dress was the purest shade of white I’d ever seen in an item of clothing.

  ‘Quite virginal, this wee number, isn’t it?’ mused the maid, ‘Aye, quite, quite appropriate for a young lassie to wear on her wedding night.’ I had to admit, it was a beautiful dress, if quite inappropriate. It came down so low on the bust that it felt almost as though it was a corset. The heaving flesh of my bosoms was on clear display above the fabric, and when I turned fast enough in the mirror, I could see the curve of my buttocks underneath the twirling fabric.

  ‘Now, let’s get ye in the bed, shall we?’

  The maid led me to my bed, and I noticed, for the first time, some odd extra features that I’d not seen in a bed before; there were coarse-looking leather straps which came out from underneath the covers, and a few other hanging pieces of leather cord from the canopy above the bed. Was I to be trussed up like an animal? The thought became suddenly and shockingly clear in my mind, and as soon as I interrogated the idea I knew that it would be my fate. It made perfect sense. This is how the Laird wanted me: totally in his power, completely under his control.

  ‘Come on, hop up onto the mattress.’

  I didnae even have the strength to argue. I knew that it would just make the situation worse. So, I crawled like an animal onto the soft mattress, feeling its quality beneath me. I manoeuvred myself into the leather straps, and the maid pulled the buckles tight around my ankles as I rested on all fours. Soon, she’d strapped me in so tightly that I couldnae move my legs. I was bent over, and she put her hand in the small of my back, before lifting my arms upwards and using the straps which hung from the canopy she fastened my wrists close to the ceiling. My torso dangled from the straps so that my breasts were pushed forwards and my bahooky was pushed back. It was a surprisingly comfortable position, because I could relax into the straps from the ceiling. There was no real pressure on any part of my body.

  ‘Excellent,’ she said, ‘his lordship is going to love this!’

  She lifted up my skirts so that my wee pussy and my ass were bare in the evening air. ‘Lovely,’ she said, ‘what a beautifully clean wee cunny, just right for the Laird to plough to his heart’s content.’

  And I waited. It must have been a few hours, because soon, I was dozing off. I woke to the sound of the Laird’s resonant voice behind me.

  ‘Well, well well, I must apologise for keeping ye waiting for so long, my wee treat, but there was urgent business to which I had to attend. Now though, we are simply left with the matter of pleasure.’

  I couldnae turn my head to see him. Something about the situation made me suddenly aware of how much I wanted his touch. It was agony not being able to move, not being able to kiss him, not be able to let him know how much I wanted him. I felt again the sweet sensation of moisture begin to blossom on the lips of my quim, and I longed for him to see. I heard a long, deep sniff come from right next to my pussy. Had he… smelled me?

  ‘The scent of your cunt is sweet perfume to me, wife,’ he said. ‘Och so tempting to take my belt and to strike your beautiful behind once more. But, alas, the maid tells me you have been so good this afternoon,’ as he said the word ‘good’, I felt what must have been his thumb, split the lips of my pussy slightly, forcing its thick tip into me.

  ‘Och aye, I’ve heard stories about how nice ye looked as the maid scrubbed yer kitty for me, how pliant ye were to all of her requests,’ he pushed his thumb deeper into me. ‘I even hear that she gave yer wee rose a scrub,’ he said, and then, I felt the thick wetness of his tongue, licking up my arsehole, making shivers of pleasure run up and down my body.

  ‘Please Laird,’ I said, ‘dinnae punish me.’

  ‘Dinnae worry dear,’ he said, his breath hot on my backside, ‘the punishment is all over now.’

  With that, he withdrew his thumb, and I felt something else, something smooth and hot, kiss the lips of my pussy. Then, this new object, this incredibly forceful object split me apart like a peach. The Laird’s dick had finally made its home in me.

  ‘Dinnae worry my love, this will only hurt briefly, and then, it will be so good.’ True enough, the monstrous mass of his black pudding was causing a tugging tear of pain inside me. I winced, and he plunged deeper, and then the pain was gone, leaving in its place only fullness, only joy, only long, hard, deep pleasure. He pushed even further in. I couldnae believe the depths he was plundering within me.

  ‘How big is…’ I started, and then winced again as more inches of manhood were pushed straight up into my body.

  ‘Ye’re so tight, my wee virgin bride, I’ve not felt one as tight as ye before,’ he said, groaning with pleasure.

  ‘Does it feel good, yer excellency?’ I asked, whispering, panting around my husband’s lust.

  ‘My darling, ye can call me yer husband now,’ he said, and he started to slide in and out of my passage. I closed my eyes and my mouth opened wider and wider with each thrust, as new avenues of pleasure and experience were unlocked to me. This man was thunder, he was the earth, he was the most powerful creature on the planet, and he was filling me up, making me a woman, making me his. I could feel every inch of him, I could perceive all of the contours of his cock, every vein, every throb as he took me.

  I felt his arms on my buttocks now as he pulled me wider apart. My juices ran so freely it felt as though there was almost no friction between us, like our bodies were two tongues slipping past each other, trying to find their way into quims and cocks that prodded and probed them. The speed of his thrusts increased, and I found that every sensation I was experiencing added to my pleasure; the tug of the straps on my limbs, the soft mattress on my knees, his coarse body against mine, the slapping of his balls into my pussy, the sweat dripping from his brow onto my back. We rutted and rolled together, and then, with a grunt, he reached his arms around me and took hold of my breasts. With a long, firm stroke his pushed his cock all the way in, deeper than it had been before, and he pinched my nipples with all of his might. I shrieked with pain and then, moaned with pleasure.

  ‘That feels good, doesn’t it, my bride, to have my fingers around your teats as I fuck you?’

  ‘Aye, husband,’ I said, and as I spoke, he forced his fingers into my mouth. I bit them and licked them and sucked them as he continued to fuck me, settling into the rhythm of a galloping stallion and then, with his other hand, he reached between my legs and pinched the nub of flesh at the top of my sex and I howled. My body started to wrack and spasm and I felt like I saw God in front of me, watching us. The pleasure was so great that I yelped and pulled hard against my restraints. I felt a rolling pleasure start to build within me, and then with a power unlike anything I’d ever experienced, a climax built within me and I screamed in pleasure. I felt the Laird suddenly roar and then, the tip of his penis, followed by the entire shaft began to pulse and throb and he deposited his seed deep inside me.

  The Laird loosened my restraints, and we slumped down together on the heavenly bed, both satisfied. I felt as though life was not as bad as it could have been. What was a season in Edinburgh, compared to a lifetime
with the Laird?

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