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“Laird McDougal’s from the Lowlands.” He said. Scott was nodding to himself after hearing the name, as if he was already going through all the reasons that he would be called upon.
“I see. See to his comfort and I’ll be there soon.” Scott said dismissing him. He looked at me with hunger in his eyes, and as my eyes wandered down, I could see his swollen manhood under his kilt which he hadn’t bothered to hide in front of his brother.
“We will continue this later, Amelia.” He said in a soft, husky voice full of promises.
I took his arm as we walked back to the manor together. I was left with the same dizzying thoughts as before with the lingering feeling of his lips on my neck causing me to try to distract myself even more urgently to make the ache between my legs go away. I now knew what I was aching for, but it didn’t help me any when I closed my eyes and I still had his naked form in front of me, spurning my desire to escalate all the more.
Chapter Two
I was sleeping soundly until I was woken up with the curtains being pulled back, spilling light into the room. Sure enough, I opened my eyes trying to focus on who was in the room with me. I knew it had to be either the servant that Lady Briana was sending or Scott himself, but much to my surprise I could see platinum hair starting to catch the early rays of morning light that streamed. There was no mistaking Briana and her amused expression. She once again had her wooden rod with her, and she wearing nothing but a small robe accentuated every curve. My eyes flew open as I looked at her in my white shift, pulling the covers up.
“I thought you’d send for me.” I said, and Briana just tilted her head back to laugh.
“I thought why do so? I am right in the other room, and Scott is off on his horse already.” she teased me.
“Does it upset you when someone deviates from plans?” She tsked at me. “If so, do not expect to hold my husband’s interest for long.” I could tell that something was wrong as she spoke to me, but I didn’t feel that it was my place to ask. Was it the messenger? I thought, but I didn’t have long to think as she had crossed from the window to my bedside. She sat on the opposite side of me with a dangerous smile on her lips as she prodded my side with the wooden rod.
“He did not take you last night, do you know why?” She asked, and I shook my head no.
“Because he is preoccupied with the stress of a messenger. Osgar spoke to me about the state he found you in at the gardens.” She told me, and I shied away from her gaze but the rod was quickly under my chin forcing my eyes to meet hers.
“That means he is stressed. You knew it, and did nothing. It will cause him to seek another. This time it was me.” She said delivering the blow to my pride in a soft, sensual voice that did nothing to lessen the sting. Sure enough, I had heard them, but it had sounded as if she was muffled.
“Tell me, Amelia. For lesson number two, if you believe that you can handle his stress as well as his joy?” She spoke softly, but I felt as if I was being tricked.
“Yes, of course.” I said looking at her through sleepy eyes.
She stood up, and her body was illuminated in the morning rays as she let the robe fall to the ground. I could see that there was bruising around her hips in the same place that Scott’s hand was on me just yesterday in the gardens. There were thumb print bruises on her wrists that I had not seen and marks on her breasts that looked like they would have been both painful and pleasurable to receive. I looked at her, eyebrows knitted together as I tried to figure out if I should feel pity or envy.
“Oh, Amelia, trust me I enjoyed it, but will you?” She implored, walking around to my side of the bed still completely naked and bathed in the morning light.
“Get undressed.” Briana spoke softly, but it was an order in her voice. I got up, and my fingers were trembling as I pulled the nightgown up and over my head.
“Remind me to help you to get more appealing nightgowns and robes.” She mumbled, and I nodded lo
oking at the way she tapped the rod on her leg as I discarded my shift. Lady Briana motioned for me to get up on my knees, and so I did. Just as I was getting up, she caught sight of my neck and she had me pause. I looked at her confused before I remembered the mark that Scott had left. Her eyes were mischievous.
“I see that he gave you a love bite.” She said. “They get harder.” She cooed at me as she told me to get on my hands and knees.
She nudged my knees wider apart, which brought my breasts closer to the sheets. My nipples hardened despite myself, and the familiar feeling of the rod was now between my spread open lips, rubbing up and down my slit. I tried to suppress a small moan. She hit that sensitive point that made my toes curled, and I was lost in the sensation that she was bringing me. I didn’t even notice Briana lean down to whisper in my ear.
“He’s frustrated. Don’t you think that you should share in that frustration?” She said as she continued at a slower pace, making me continue to climb towards the release I so desperately craved.
I couldn’t get my wits about me to talk, but I tried to nod. She stopped rubbing, and I groaned at the loss of friction. I tried to still my hips not wanting to embarrass myself further. The rod was now tracing my spine before it was raised and landed with a thwack against my bottom. I groaned, jumping. It wasn’t a gentle hit this time, but I knew that she was still careful not to leave marks.
“You think he won’t hit you harder to see your toes curl?” Briana teased me before continuing to redden my ass.
I was lost in desire and pain as she continued to rain down thwack after thwack on my bottom, make it red and sore. It seemed to cause me to ache even more as my nipples rubbed against my sheets with each jump, and just as I thought I could take no more she told me to kneel on the bed. I didn’t see it coming. The rod was on my breasts now just as it had been on my bottom moments before making my eyes widen as I cried out.
“You respond so beautifully…” Briana said in a breathy whisper as she started to hit me from the underside now. I was a frenzy of desire with pain and pleasure seeming to run through me, making my blood boil. I was looking at the ground now, but soon enough I was forced to meet her cool blue eyes again.
“I have to stop. You’ll have marks, and we don’t need Scott asking questions now do us?” She teased me. She was smiling now. It was a real smile, and I could tell that she was worked up just as much as I was. I felt like my entire being was centered at the desire between my legs. My hands itched to pleasure myself, but I couldn’t bear the idea of doing so in front of her.
“Osgar isn’t here…” She said softly to herself. “So you’ll have to do.” She told me with her voice a little bolder, making my eyes widen as she pulled me from the bed. I stumbled to my feet before she had me on my knees in front of her with her sitting on my bed. Her hand was in my hair.
“Does he do this to you?” She asked.
“Yes ma’am.” I told her.
