book JdM6x1406931-20978754 by Emily Tilton

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Chapter Ten
     
     
    Angus looked down at Elisabeth’s face, mere inches from the tip of his man’s staff. With his shirt in his left hand, exposing himself lewdly before his noble bride, and the family strap in his right, it seemed to him that he had whiskey flowing through his veins, so hot did every part of his skin, and above all his rigid yard, feel at the prospect before him. He once had a lass whom he loved in a barn at Inverness, when he had too much to drink one night at the clan-gathering, take him in her mouth, at her offer, to keep her from getting with child, but this was very different.
    He remembered when he had first decided that this duty was one he would require of his wife. Looking by chance through the window of the house of a distant cousin in Achmonie, he had seen a naked wife on her knees before her husband as he cradled her head in his hands, with an expression on his face that indicated that he was feeling a pleasure as great as the sea. His own yard had grown so stiff at the sight, and the masterful side of himself that he was coming to know so well had come to the fore so strongly that he had on the instant resolved that his wife should serve him that way whenever he wished.
    That had been before he had known that his wife would be the Lady of Urquhart. He had been at peace with the masterful side of his nature for a good while now, and even at peace with his resolution to drink very little because of it, as he thought about his Da’s drunken, violent rages. When he had told Elisabeth about the kind of wife he would expect her to try to be, he had been sure that would be the end of it; certainly he would have to strap her sometimes so that she knew her behavior must be according to his notions of the part of a Highland bride, but he would do so according to his own responsibility towards her, to help her learn her place and to be content with her new rank and station.
    Now, though, the prospect lay before him of strapping those beautiful bottom cheeks red to make her take his yard into her mouth, where he knew a pleasure lay that was greater even than the pleasure of her tight little cunny. The feeling was not as he had thought it would be, for he found that his desire to strap Elisabeth’s bottom was almost as great as his desire to look down upon the Lady of Urquhart with his man’s staff filling her mouth. Suddenly he wanted nothing as much as he wanted to use the strap on her arse while he fucked her prim little mouth, whether she sucked his yard obediently or no.
    He looked down into her beautiful blue eyes, and he saw there a resolve that he could not, he suddenly thought, truly fathom.
    “I will not,” Elisabeth said, “dishonor my mouth that way, Angus MacGregor.”
    Angus lifted the strap and brought it down once and then again upon her backside, scarcely able to believe how greatly it stirred him to punish her that way. Indeed, he felt his yard leap with passion at the sound of each of the slaps and swell as he saw the red marks he had left.
    Elisabeth’s eyes watered, and she gave two little gasps when he struck her, but she still looked up at him with the defiance in her eyes that seemed to rob him of his reason.
    He dropped the fabric of his shirt from his left hand, letting it fall atop his yard, where his stiffness held it up. With that left hand he took hold of Elisabeth’s long red-gold hair and pulled her face in against his loins while he continued to strap her.
    “Look at my yard, wife. You will take it in your pretty little lady’s mouth, or I will strap this arse of yours until nightfall.”
    She was crying now and yelping at each stroke of the strap, and Angus felt like he was in a mist of fiery red desire.
    “Open your mouth, Elisabeth,” he said, and she opened her mouth. He stopped the motions of the strap. Still holding her by the hair, he pulled her head back, then released it and took his yard upon his fingers, brandishing it, and then moving his