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family for four hundred years.”
    Reverently she took it from him and slipped it on. She could almost feel the other generations of Scott brides standing at her back nodding in approval as the ring sat perfectly on her finger.
    “I am more honoured than I can say, and this ring is perfect. I would want no other.” She kissed first one then the other.

Chapter Twenty

    Master Ruari left to get cleaned up, leaving them alone.
    “Well, in that case, I think it’s my turn,” said Master Alexander.
    He picked a blanket off the recliner and walked with her hand in hand down to the stream. He placed the blanket on the ground and helped her to lie down. Slowly he stripped off her clothes.
    “I love to strip off your clothes slowly, revealing your body inch by inch as if I were unwrapping a special gift just for me.”
    She was panting and wet when finally he stripped off her little bra of white lace with tiny violets embroidered on it. Then came the matching boy shorts in the same pattern. She watched in fascination as he held them to his nose and smelled her scent. “You are so fucking beautiful. I love your soft skin. I want to sink my cock into you now. But I enjoy making us both wait, my pet,” he said and she mewled.
    White lace stockings, attached to her garter belt, were peeled off one by one, folded neatly on top of her dress, and followed by the garter belt. He was driving her mad. She wanted him inside her, but it was always the same. He’d take his time, and by the time he was ready, she’d be drenched and panting in her urgency.
    “You are so beautiful, so white. Your skin is like satin. I love to take my time and savour every moment. Are you getting impatient, my pet?”
    He knew she was, and at last he had mercy. He bent over her and kissed her long and sweetly. As their tongues tangled and their sweet breath mingled, she could feel her lips soon were swollen under his. He rested on one elbow and moved his attentions to her breasts, already aching for him. As his fingers trailed lightly over them, she arched her back and moaned in supplication, “Please fuck me, Master.”
    The jolt of electricity his touch sent to her cunt had her even wetter, and she could not keep still under the tender caresses of his long, strong fingers. He trailed the hand down as far as her pussy and back up again. She sighed in frustration and whined her displeasure.
    “Please. I need your cock inside me now, Master.”
    He only chuckled and did it again saying, “Impatient little pet.”
    But as he said it, he thrust two fingers into her cunt and found her G-spot, driving her wild. She bucked, thrashed, moaned, and sobbed when he took the two fingers out and replaced them with four, pushing deep into her. She lifted off the blanket and shrieked.
    “Oh, Master. That feels so good. Fuck me harder, please.”
    He massaged and stimulated her G-spot until she felt she could take no more, and wave after wave of excruciating pleasure buffeted her. She writhed and bucked in his arms. Putting on a condom, he entered her, and she felt the spasms of her aftershocks grip his cock. She didn’t want him ever to take it out of her. He fucked her slowly and gently for such a long while until his own release must have been approaching. Then he thrust home three times, shouting his release as his cream filled the condom. Soon there would be no condom to mute their pleasure, she thought, and was impatient to feel them inside her with no barriers.
    “We love you, little pet,” he whispered in her ear, then he helped her upstairs, cleaned her and himself up, and took her to bed, curling his arm over her protectively. Master Ruari joined them and drew her head down to his shoulder. They slept long and late. Her last coherent thought had been that at long last she was really safe from all harm, sandwiched between them, and they loved her.

Chapter Twenty-One

    It was Fiona’s last day with Jane and Master Angus, and she was sad to leave, but