"Now what have I caught here?" Brodick dismounted in a quick motion, standing near her head. He grasped her hair, pulling it just enough to send little nips of pain across her scalp. In the oddest manner, she found the sensation arousing.
"A bonnie lass ripe for ravishing."
His brogue thickened, hinting at his enjoyment of the moment. He pulled her from the horse, letting her feet touch the ground. His hand remained in her hair, holding her captive.
"Aye, I'm going to enjoy having ye at my mercy."
His mouth pressed down on top of hers, demanding submission.
She didn't yield.
Reaching down, Anne touched his bare skin where his kilt stopped. His tongue stabbed into her mouth, stroking across her own. Sweet need filled her, her own tongue tangling with his. Her hand slid up until she felt the sac at the base of his cock. Boldly cupping it, she teased him with her fingers.
"Christ."
"Are you so sure who will be ravishing whom, my lord?" She gently squeezed and his lips curled back to show her his clenched teeth. "Maybe you should think again. It does appear that I hold the trump card."
"I admit that yer telling me what to do, in private, is beginning to grow on me."
She curled her hands around his staff. "Is it now?"
"A bit. But ye can nae put that card down without losing its power."
A challenge coated his tone. A challenge she was in the mood to answer. Kneeling in front of him, she pushed his kilt up. The wide belt that held the pleats in place made a perfect place for her to tuck the end into. His cock was erect, the head swollen and ruby red. Running her hand up to the top of it, she teased the slit on its head with a fingertip. Seeing the thick pole in daylight didn't make her blush. A deep enjoyment filled her as confidence kept her eyes open, even enjoying looking at it.
"Now about playing the card in my hand … "
The wicked delight he'd given her had planted its seed in her mind. Leaning forward, she licked that slit, intent on giving him the same pleasure.
"Sweet blessed virgin."
Satisfaction filled her, stiffening her confidence. His hand stroked over her head as she worked her hand up and down his cock once again. Leaning forward, she added a long lap to the head. The hand in her hair clenched, telling her that she was succeeding. Opening her mouth, she closed her lips around the girth.
"Ye can tell me what to do all ye like as long as ye keep sucking me."
His hips thrust toward her mouth, pushing his cock deeper. She relaxed, allowing it to penetrate. He tasted good, a slightly salty fluid weeping from the slit. But his skin was warm and male, filling her with hot need. He held her head in place, his hips pulling back before thrusting forward once more.
"Tease the underside of the head with yer tongue."
His brogue had thickened further. She complied as he slid deeper into her mouth. She heard him take a ragged breath when her tongue touched his cock. She lost track of time, intent only on drawing more harsh sounds from him. His grip tightened, pulling her hair, and she didn't care. The little nips of pain combined into a desire that seeped into her. Between her thighs, her clitoris begged for attention. She felt her passage heating, clamoring for the hard flesh inside her mouth.
"Enough." He pulled her away from his cock. The grip in her hair tightened to keep her obedient to his will.
"My seed willnae be spilled in your sweet mouth, lass. Nae today. I plan to ravish ye properly." He knelt down, holding her head steady so that his breath brushed across the wet surface of her lips. "With a hard fucking."
Reaching down, she grasped his cock again. Her fingers slipped along its hard length easier now that it was slick from her sucking. He drew in a sharp breath, his eyes closing as she worked her hand up and down his cock.
"Are you sure, my lord? You appear torn. Quite indecisive."
The muscle on the side of his jaw twitched. Working her hand faster, she listened to his breathing increase. "Maybe the captive will ravish you, after all."
He chuckled but it wasn't a pleasant sound. Determination flickered in his eyes as he thrust his cock up into her hand, shuddering in delight.
"I think ye have forgotten who yer master is. I'm just the man to remind ye."
He pushed her head down, while sitting back on his haunches. She ended up across his thick thighs, her head over one side. He tossed her skirts right over her head as he clamped a hard arm over her back.
"Aye, ye need a wee bit of discipline."
"Brodick!"
She braced her hands on the ground, trying to push her body off his legs. She might as well have been trying to move a mountain. He held her down as he yanked the tail of her chemise up as well. Cool air hit her bare bottom, brushing across the fluid that seeped from her passage. She felt the touch of the sunlight and the brush of the breeze on her bottom. Her skin began tingling in anticipation.
"I could become used to the sight of yer ass waiting for my hand."
"I could not! What if someone is watching?"
"Then they shall see what a fine wife I've made out of ye. There are men aplenty that didnae think I might get my English bride to suck my cock."
"Brodick … " She pushed against the ground again.
He chuckled, a warm hand rubbing her exposed bottom. "What bothers ye, lass? The fact that I'm intent on smacking yer ass or the fact that I havnae started yet?"
"That's an absurd question. Let me rise."
He smacked one cheek, drawing a gasp from her. The sensation was surprising. It bolted up her spine but also centered on her clitoris. Need tightened around her as a second slap landed on her opposite cheek.
"Some women enjoy it. They claim it makes their clitoris hotter. I've a mind to see if ye are one of them."
His hand rose and fell again. A whimper crossed her lips because she couldn't contain everything anymore. Being spanked should have horrified her, but all she could do was think about how close his hands were to her wet passage. Each smack jiggled her clitoris, pushing her closer to climax.
"Now, there's an interesting sound." He smacked her bottom once more before rubbing a warm hand over the smarting flesh. "I wonder. Do you like being pressed into submission?"
He stroked his finger down between her thighs and she jerked. There was too much sensation now, and her body refused to remain still.
"I believe I need to investigate just how much ye enjoy my discipline."
He touched the opening to her body. Circled it with one fingertip. A moan rose from her lips as his finger slid in easily, aided by the welcoming fluid easing from her passage.
"Aye, ye are enjoying it." He thrust a finger into her, stroking the sensitive skin inside her. "So am I."
He worked two fingers in and out of her, little wet sounds reaching her ears.
"But I'm more in the mood to get back to ravishing my prize. We've played enough."
He flipped her over. Her body lay across his thighs for one moment, allowing her to look at his expression. Pure devilment danced in his eyes.
"Now let's get to that fucking I promised ye I would demand from ye."
He picked her up, moving her to the ground. There was new, sweet grass there to lie on.
"Now to ravish ye properly, I need to lift yer skirts and nae take the time to undress ye." He caught a handful of her skirts and tossed them up onto her chest. He moved between her thighs and pulled them up on either side of his hips. "We'll have to wait until tonight to make love naked."
A tender look crossed his face, but only for a moment. Hard need replaced it as he looked down at her spread flesh.
"Now there's a sight, yer body spread for my use. Yer slit all glistening in welcome. Nae raiding man could ask for better. I might take to spanking you every day."
"You shall not."
His body weight pressed down on her. He kept her legs tightly held over each of his broad shoulders. His hard cock touched her opening, nudging into the wet entrance. His eyes glittered with determination.
"I shall have ye, as often and in as many ways as I please." He thrust forward, his cock pushing deep. He felt too large, too hard, but her body eagerly took him.
"Wife."
She hissed at him, defiance burning inside her. It combined with the excitement, heightening her passion. Her body wanted him, wanted him to take her. Balling her fingers into a fist, she hit his shoulder.
"You're a fiery one." He captured her wrist. Stretching her arm above her head, he pinned her hand to the ground. His hips didn't move. Her passage was full of his hard flesh, aching for motion, but he remained still. Grabbing her free hand, he pressed it above her head as well.
"Better. That's what a captive should look like while she's being ravished."