His Scottish Pet: Dom of the Ages (9 page)

She continued to look at the ground. Ryce noticed the agitation on the Baron’s face as the vein in his neck pulsed rapidly. “Pet, look at the Baron,” he commanded quietly.

She immediately looked up with those mesmerizing moss-colored eyes and Sir Ryan stuttered. “She’s…” He cleared his throat. “The girl will do.”

Ryce had to hide his disappointment.
Curse those green eyes.

Baron shook his head. “Trying to keep her a secret wasn’t shrewd, Leon. We Scots don’t appreciate our girls being sullied by the likes of you. Yes, it would be prudent to make it a legitimate union. However, if you’d rather, I shall take her off your hands and use her as I please.”

Ryce bristled at his implied threat, not trusting himself to speak.

The Baron glanced back to her. “You would prefer to be married, girl. Is that not correct?”

She looked down at the ground again. “If it pleases my Master.”

The Baron looked at Ryce incredulously. “Master?” Then he chuckled under his breath. “It is obvious she wants what is due her. Make her a proper bride, Leon, and avoid the unpleasantries.”

The logical side of Ryce’s brain kicked in. If he could not annihilate the threat, then being present at her taking would give him control over what happened to his pet… to Chrisselle. Yes, he was calling her by her given name again.
Fate seemed to demand it.

Ryce was not anxious to marry the girl, but if it would protect her from this piss of a man it was an acceptable cost. It would also free him from having to hide her indefinitely. But, God’s teeth, the price…

The Baron slapped his crop against his hand in agitation. “This isn’t a hard choice. Either invite me to her bed tonight or I take her from you now.”

Ryce looked at him with contempt. “You are invited to return.”

The Baron nodded with a superior smile and turned back to Chrisselle. “Girl, it appears your master wants to share. Don’t disappoint.” He mounted his horse and dug his heels into the white stallion. “I’m off to hunt.” The hounds were given the signal and bounded off howling towards the unlucky herd. Ryce was certain there would be no deer left after the Baron was done ‘hunting’.

Ryce looked at Chrisselle and saw that the basket in her hand was shaking. “Put down the eggs and come to me,” he said tenderly.

She laid down the basket on the ground and rushed into his open arms. Ryce held her tightly, understanding what a difficult task was ahead. He did not want Chrisselle to be damaged by the Baron. She had already been used once and there would be terrible consequences if she was taken against her will again.

The key lay in how he presented it to her. If he was able to provide her with a sense of control and the assurance of safety, this unwelcomed event would not have to define Chrisselle. He lifted her chin and looked into those green eyes that had betrayed her. “Do you wish to marry me?”

She nodded, her eyes conveying joy at the prospect.
Good.

“I concur. I think you will make a fine wife.”

She smiled, her eyes glowing with love.

And now to set up the scene to get her through it. “Although the Baron’s invitation was unexpected,”—he felt her tense—“I find it intriguing. It would please me to see you with another man.”

She searched his eyes. He knew she did not care for the Baron, but the submissive in her wanted to please her Master. He would need to use her desire to please him. He would help Chrisselle approach it as a learning opportunity.

“There is much I can discover as I watch you with another man. It allows me to observe your body’s responses to different stimuli.
He may please you in ways that I have yet to learn.”

He saw her short, rapid breaths and knew she was frightened by the prospect. “As your Master, I will always protect you. You are my first and only concern. I would not agree to this if I thought you would be harmed.”

She took a deep breath and smiled up at him. “Thank you, Master.”

It was imperative that she see it as an opportunity, not something forced on her. “I am grateful the Baron’s visit will end our need for secrecy. It will please me to show you off to the community.”

Her smile grew wider. “I would like that very much, Master.”

Ryce stroked her cheek with his calloused thumb. “No one is as beautiful as my Scottish pet, no wonder the Baron is enchanted by you. I believe marriage is the only way to discourage others from stealing you from me.”

Her cheeks became rosy, and she looked down at her feet.

He lifted her chin and smiled with restrained confidence. “Tonight we play, tomorrow we wed, future wife.”

“My future husband…” Chrisselle blushed again, suddenly becoming shy.

“Go put the eggs away,” he told her with a light tone. He watched her skip over to pick them up and she headed to the cottage.

He would have to use his skills to read the Baron tonight as much as Chrisselle. It was going to be a difficult balance, but he was determined to bring her through it unscathed.

Sharing His Pet

Sir Ryan, the Baron of Rannoch, arrived as the sun was just disappearing behind the horizon. He had his large entourage with him, anticipating Ryce would not be a willing participant in this unwelcomed exchange. “Is your pet ready to please her Baron?”

“
We
are looking forward to tonight’s events,” Ryce replied.

The Baron’s high-pitched laughter filled the night air. “I hope you understand you are only there to observe.”

“I will not interfere, Baron, but I do intend to enhance the experience.”

The Baron looked at his guards with an amused expression. “If he lays a hand on me, be prepared to cut it off.”

There was uncomfortable laughter from his men. The group dismounted and five guards followed them into the cottage. Chrisselle was kneeling on the ground naked, collared and chained, with her head bowed.

“You really do treat her like a pet. How odd, Leon.”

Ryce said nothing as the men lined the walls of the room. He could sense Chrisselle’s tension rise, but he had warned her that she would be watched by the guards. There was no way the Baron would leave Ryce alone with him. Sir Ryan was a fool, but he had no death wish.

“She only follows my commands.”

“How convenient,” the Baron snorted.

“But she follows them impeccably,” Ryce added.

The Baron raised his eyebrow. “Does she now?”

“What is your pleasure?”

Sir Ryan looked at her hungrily. “I would like to see her talents.”

“Pet, undress the Baron and pleasure him with your mouth.”

Chrisselle obediently rocked onto her heels and stood gracefully. Ryce heard the intake of breath from some of the men. Her body had filled out enough to be womanly, but she maintained an innocent appearance.

She walked over to the Baron and slowly began the laborious task of removing his many layers of clothing. It was obvious that the Baron was a lover of fashion, something that Ryce had no patience for.

Naked, the Baron appeared soft and fleshy. More noticeable, however, was the small example of manhood between his legs.
No wonder he prefers virgins,
Ryce thought. But he saw it as a welcome surprise. Such a minuscule shaft would prove easier for Chrisselle to take.

She gracefully knelt again and grasped the minute cock in her hands and took him into her mouth. The Baron grabbed onto a nearby chair for support as she flicked her tongue up and down his shaft, lightly sucking his balls and teething his cock.

She pulled away and looked up at the Baron. “Don’t stop, girl,” he barked.

She instinctively glanced at Ryce, who nodded. Chrisselle continued her passionate oral pleasures to the grunts and groans of the Baron. At one point, he fisted her short hair and pumped his cock into her mouth.

Ryce tensed, not sure if Chrisselle could handle such rough treatment. To her credit, she took his shaft deeper into her mouth and even moaned for his enjoyment. The Baron instantly pulled out. “No, not yet. I do not want my shaft spent so easily.”

His confession was music to Ryce’s ears. Knowing the Baron was already on the edge would make it easy to orchestrate a quick session.

“Would you like her to escort you to the bed, Baron?”

The man’s cheeks were flushed. It was obvious that the man was struggling to keep his composure. “Aye, that would do.”

Chrisselle stood up and took his hand, moving with cat-like elegance as she led him to the bed. The girl was truly a gem among women.

Ryce followed them to the bed, taking off his shirt in the process. He stood at the head of the bed and asked her to lie down on her back. He took her wrists and pulled them over her head, accentuating her lovely breasts.

“Exquisite,” the Baron said, licking his lips.

“Yes, and she enjoys being played with.”

Sir Ryan took that as his cue and lay down by her side, grabbing her breasts like an overeager boy. His wet lips encased one of her pink nipples and he began sucking and tugging on her nipples. She tilted her head back and looked Ryce in the eyes as he held her wrists above her head. “That’s it, pet. Enjoy the Baron’s lovemaking.” Inside, however, he was growling. The man had no finesse at all.

Tonight was going to be like training two instead of one. To Sir Ryan he stated, “I find that my pet becomes more wet when a tongue is flicked across her nipple.”

The Baron grunted in irritation, but his hand disappeared between her legs to sample her moistness as he changed tactics with his tongue. Chrisselle responded by mewing softly. A sound that Ryce’s shaft instantly responded to. It ached to plunge inside her feminine depths.

“The girl is ready,” Sir Ryan announced as he changed position. His tiny shaft poked out between his legs, pulsing and rigid. Ryce couldn’t believe he was moving so quickly and had misgivings.

The Baron spread Chrisselle’s legs apart to examine her mound critically. “Definitely used and abused goods.”

Ryce felt Chrisselle tense in shame. He responded with a smooth, commanding voice. “What you have before you is the beauty of womanhood, Baron of Rannoch. I doubt you have seen any more lovely than my pet. Pink, swollen, inviting petals that call a man’s cock to partake of her heaven.”

He noticed that the Baron’s shaft pulsed as he reexamined Chrisselle and a drop of precome oozed from the tip of his cock. The man spread her legs wider, preparing to thrust, but Ryce place his hand over Chrisselle’s mound, blocking it from the assault.

“What’s the meaning of this?” Sir Ryan demanded.

The tension of all the guards permeated the room.

Ryce continued to keep his calm demeanor. “Enter my pet slowly, Baron. Appreciate the tightness of her tunnel, the moistness of her excitement for you. To plow right in is to miss the invitation of her lust.”

Sir Ryan shook his head. “You speak flowery words, Leon.”

“I speak the truth. Smell her, are you not affected by her moist odor?” Ryce removed his hand.

The Baron leaned forward and took a whiff. “Aye, it does excite. But I need no more prodding. I am about to explode,” he complained.

“Have your way with her then… slowly. You will find she is as tight as any virgin.” Ryce ran his hands up her arms seductively and secured Chrisselle’s wrists in his hands again. “I would like to hold her down while I watch you partake of her.”

“You English are a sick lot,” he chuckled.

He positioned his small cock against her wet hole and, taking Ryce’s advice, slowly disappeared into her pussy. It was not pleasant to watch, but Ryce kept his face relaxed. He noticed that Chrisselle was observing him intently, wanting to know if she was pleasing her Master or not.

He smiled down at her, leaning over to give her a fiery kiss. ‘Isn’t it agreeable, pet, to feel the passion of two men?”

The Baron’s face was already red and sweating. It was obvious he was struggling not to climax too soon. Ryce chuckled to himself, knowing exactly what needed to be done.

“Arch your back, pet. Give the Baron all of you.”

She did so without hesitation. Sir Ryan groaned, the feel of it too much for his cock to take, and he immediately pumped his seed into her, grunting like an animal. He pulled out afterwards, looking a bit chagrined.

“I told you she was like no other,” Ryce said, smiling. He stared at the now miniature shaft between the Baron’s legs. The man looked down, then got off the bed and hurriedly dressed in his undergarments.

Ryce said casually, “I can tell you have excited my pet to an unusual level.”

The Baron looked up, seemingly surprised and intrigued. Ryce wondered how many girls he had ruined with his sexless pounding. Ryce felt it his duty to show the blaggard ways of pleasuring a woman.

“Would you mind if I stoke the fires further?”

Sir Ryan instantly warned him, “You are not allowed to take her.”

Ryce understood his tactics. He wanted to ensure his pathetic seed would have a chance to impregnate Chrisselle. “Of course, Baron. However, my pet needs attending to after your lively session.” It was laughable, but the Baron bought it.

“You have my permission.”

Ryce lowered himself onto the bed and kissed his pet as his hand traveled down between her legs. He slipped his middle finger into her and swirled around Chrisselle’s wet walls while he sucked on her erect nipples. He pulled his finger out and discreetly wiped the Baron’s viscous fluid onto the blanket before diving back into her responsive depths repeatedly. Chrisselle did not suspect his true intentions and lifted her hips in eager acceptance of his touch each time he reentered her with his fingers. It helped bring validity to his deception as Sir Ryan watched in rapt attention.

When he felt the hated seed was out, he began concentrating on bringing her to climax. “Open your legs, pet. Let the Baron see the fruits of his labor.”

She spread her legs wide open, baring her sex for all to see. Ryce turned her head towards him and kissed her deeply as he stroked her to climax. Her body arched and she moaned in his mouth as she came for him. Ryce groaned in response, wanting her to know his pleasure.

He did not pull away until the last of her contractions ended. Then he looked to the Baron. “I told you she was provoked by your attention.”

Sir Ryan puffed out his chest. “I find they are all gluttonous whores for powerful men.”

Ryce shook his head. “I know my pet. I think it had to do more with the way you handled her tonight.” He hoped by praising the Baron’s more gentle way of taking her, he might change the man’s tactics in the future to pleasuring women instead of scarring them.

Sir Ryan ate up the commendation. “You may have trouble with her now, knowing she is thinking of me when you bed her.”

It was a struggle not to laugh in his face. “I am sure that was part of your intent.”

“It is an unfortunate effect,” he sniffed conceitedly. “Have your pet dress me now.”

Ryce looked at Chrisselle tenderly. “Do as the Baron wishes.”

She got up from the bed and sensually redressed the Baron. Ryce could tell she was doing it for his own benefit—her attempt to entice her Master even as she attended to another.
I will be taking you, pet
, he thought as he watched her graceful movements.

Thankfully, the Baron left shortly after, looking drained from his long day of hunting and recent orgasm. Before he left, however, he announced. “My priest will be over at first light to marry you. No more hiding, Ryce Leon. Oh, and the collar must go. I do not want rumors to spread about you.”

Chrisselle instinctively clasped her collar in defense, but remained respectfully silent.

“As you wish,” Ryce answered.

“That’s a good man. I will expect adequate compensation for the favor I have bestowed on you.” He whipped his horse around and galloped off with his fifteen men and countless deer carcasses in tow.

Ryce could not hide his contempt, and snorted in anger. The man was a stain upon his own people. Unworthy of being in charge. He returned to the cottage and called Chrisselle to him. “My beauty, I am well pleased.” She smiled at him, a look of pure adoration. It warmed his heart to know he had succeeded in keeping her safe and intact. However, there was still one more thing he needed to do before the night was over.

“I will set the water over the fire. You will cleanse yourself before I receive you as my wife. I do not see the necessity of waiting until the morning.”