Box Set: Highland Flings: Scottish Historical Victorian Romance Taboo BDSM Erotica (8 page)

When we finally arrived in my chamber, I was shocked by how beautiful it was. The walls were painted a pastel pink color, and large heather-coloured drapes hung heavy in front of the huge windows which dominated the space. But there was one thing which reminded me that I was most definitely in the domain of the Laird. There was a large oil painting of the Laird of the manor on the wall. It was unlike any other painting I’d ever seen. In it, the Laird was totally nude. His body was like that of an Adonis, with beautifully sculpted, anatomically perfect musculature. And between his legs hung a most almighty sausage. I’d never, ever seen the like of if before in my life. If that was what truly hung under the Laird, I could scarcely believe that he was human.

‘Do you like the painting, my dear?’ asked the maid, as she fussed with my possessions.
 

I didnae know what to say, so I remained silent. The maid came right up to me, in a way that no servant had ever done before, and then, without so much as a second’s notice, she struck me across the face.
 

‘Ye’re going to have to learn to speak when ye’re spoken to, young lassie, do ye understand? The Laird has given me quite strict instructions that I’m to discipline ye if ye misbehave.’

‘Aye, I like the painting very much,’ I said. I didnae add
ye auld trout
which is what I was thinking.

‘Very good. That wasnae so hard, now was it? When ye’re ready, disrobe an’ come through that door please.’

‘Disrobe?’
 

‘Aye, that’s right. Are ye simple or somethin’? Must ye repeat everything I say? It’s time for me to bathe ye, so, unless ye want to get yer clothes wet, it’s better that ye take them off.’

She walked into the adjoining bathroom and I waited for a moment before taking off my clothes. I heard the sound of a bath being drawn in the other room, and the maid started singing some infernal tune. I couldnae believe what was going on here. I hadnae had someone bathe me since I was a wean. Did these people not know that I was a fully grown woman of eighteen years? Well, I suppose the Laird
did
know all about my womanhood. I blushed again, and slipped off my dress. I looked at my behind in the mirror and saw that I was red and puffy still. He’d truly marked me. I walked closer and saw quite clearly the mark of his signet ring. There was a perfectly thin, red ‘D’ on my backside. I dinnae know why, but I felt a thrill of pride burst through my body.

When I walked into the bathroom, the maid was waiting, with a monstrous scrubbing brush in her hand.

‘Hmm, your breasts are more comely than I’d imagined,’ said Agnes, somehow loading the compliment with scorn. ‘Well, get in.’

I did so, and was pleased to note that the water was warm and full of bubbles. It felt good to take a bath, particularly after my earlier rough treatment. Agnes immediately started to scrub me quite severely with the brush, and although I hadnae felt particularly dirty, it was nice to be looked after.
 

‘So, what do you think of the Laird?’ she asked, ferociously scrubbing my back.

‘He seems very stern,’ I said, not wanting to cause offence.

‘Och, he is stern. But he is a good man. Ye’ll learn to appreciate just how good he is. He is always fair.’

She started to scrub my legs, moving the brush closer to my thighs and then she lodged it right between my legs.

‘Ow!’ I said, surprised.

‘Dinnae moan, I need to clean oot yer quim. The Laird has big plans for ye tonight, and yer wee cunny must be spick an’ span an’ ready for his instrument. We need to make your marriage legal, so the Laird must take yer blood tonight, take yer maidenhood.’ She started to scrub my wee pussy. It stung a wee bit, but to be honest, the rough bristles of the brush felt good against my secret place. She scrubbed more softly now, and I could feel my delicate lips thanking her for the attention.

‘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.’

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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KEPT BY THE LAIRD

When
hot and fiery eighteen-year-old Liliya Boyd
is told she is to become the
perverse and powerful Laird of Argyll's
newest possession, she is horrified.
 

The Laird is known for his
cruel and domineering sexuality
, and Liliya is to be his
vulnerable plaything
. However, soon Liliya begins to learn that the Laird's lusty personality is
awakening something inside of her
, and she becomes more than a little perverse herself...
 

An erotic exploration of the
dark side of nineteenth-century Scottish sexuality
... for mature audiences only.