It wasna a scream that came from Alexandra's parted lips, but it was close. A good thing too because I had not jested when I said the sounds she made when I touched her body belonged to me and me alone. I could easily quiet her by putting my cock in her mouth, but I wanted it in her pussy first.
After a wedding, the bride was to be tupped, her maidenhead torn and the bloody sheets waved to the awaiting clan. Everyone knew Alexandra had been wed to Duncan and nay a virgin, but the custom was to be met, solely because I was laird. I wouldna wave a bloody sheet around, but I'd tup her. I had no objection to that. I would not let anyone share in it though. The only accommodation I would make was to wrap my bride in my plaid when done. I didna mind my naked arse exposed to the entire clan, or even all of Scotland. Alexandra, however, was bloody mine.
"Shh, lass," I warned. My balls ached with need and every little whimper, every cry of surprise, pleasure, desire made me desperate to come.
Dipping two fingers inside her scalding heat, she clenched around me. She was tight, so bloody tight my cock throbbed. Fluid seeped from the tip and down my pulsing length. I'd been longing for this moment, to see her body, to feel how hot she was for me, to see her arousal coating my fingers and her thighs.
I pulled completely free, slid over her smooth, bare skin. Twas a surprise, her bare flesh, her beautiful pink quim. I could see every little bit of her. Nothing hid her perfection. I'd never seen a woman's mound almost free of hair. This woman, my wife, was a surprise, and twas only our wedding night. I'd waited so long for this. For her.
Duncan had his way with her and forced her hand into a miserable marriage. Twas easy for me to see Duncan had done nothing with Alexandra's quim besides take her virginity. No bairns, no pleasure, no passion. It would be my job to do that. I happily teased her, circling, twirling my fingers before dipping into her just a fraction, then back out to caress over her swollen clit, returning to thrust deeply once more.
Her eyelids fell and she watched me with a passion-filled gaze.
When I played with her quim once again, she cried out, then realized she was verra loud and put her hand over her mouth. Her hips bucked off the table, shifting them in time with the motions of my fingers. She threw her head back with abandon, her long golden hair loosening from the pins that held it, spilling out about her on the wood surface. I couldn't help but smile. My wife was wanton and passionate, just as I'd imagined. She wasna frigid. She just needed the right man to get her hot. Me.
Duncan had been an old man at his death, older than Alexandra's own father. Aye, I shouldn't have struck Duncan at his advanced age, but it had been in anger and had vented my frustration, as well as seen to Alexandra's safety until the bloody man's death. Theirs had not been a marriage of love, but an alliance of land. Arranged by two men for their happiness, Alexandra was bartered as if she were a head of cattle. No wonder she was so wild at the slightest touch of my fingers. She hadn't even had my mouth on her, my cock deep inside her yet. Her dead husband sought not her needs. It was my bloody job now to tend to them. Care for them. Nurture them. With pleasure. I'd waited years for her to be mine. And now, looking at her beautiful body, wet, open and ready for me, it had been worth the wait.
Lifting my fingers to my mouth, I couldn't wait any longer to taste her. Alexandra watched me lick off her sweet taste. "Like honey."
I knew that this cream was just for me. The way she arched her back and moaned was just for me. She was as desperate as me to tup, but I wouldna rush. My cock may not agree, but we had all night. Hell, we had the rest of our lives, but I wanted this right now. I needed to see what made her burn so hot, what made her cry out my name with lovely little gasps.
I held up the rod. "Use this, lass. Show me how you pleasured yourself."
Her eyes fluttered open and stared at the ivory shaft. I'd given it to her—along with a jar of slick oil—after she'd agreed to be mine. I'd told her it was to stretch her arse, to train that virgin opening for my cock. I wanted to get in there and claim that hole
on our wedding night and I needed her well practiced, well relaxed and eager for it. She hadna been repulsed by the idea. In fact, I'd seen lust cloud her vision and she'd hidden the items in the pockets of her skirts.
Since that day, when we had a moment alone, I'd asked her as to her progress and she'd promised me she'd be ready. I'd left her then and there to return to my bedchamber and take my cock in hand. I'd come so hard. I didna know if I'd last once I was deep inside that lovely arse.
And it was lovely. I'd loved how it had quivered when I'd spanked her, the way my palm appeared in the perfect pink color. Glynnis was a right shrew, trying to hurt my Alexandra on her wedding day. But I'd needed my wife to know that everything about her body belonged to me and me alone. The punishment hadna been stern, but she knew now I was serious.
Holding up the ivory shaft for her to take and demonstrate the readiness of her arsehole, she knew once again how serious I was.
She took it in her small hand and licked her lips. Did she know what such a simple gesture did to me? Of course, she did. The witch.
Putting my hands on her knees, I pushed them wide, spreading her legs. I watched as she put the rod to her bare quim, slid it through her glistening folds, then slid it deep inside her quim. Just watching the white object disappear into her body, swallowed by her pink flesh, had me groaning. For a time, I watched her tup herself, the sound of it was loud in the room; she was so bloody wet.
Reaching beneath my kilt, I gripped the base of my cock hard, staving off my need to rut into her. I began to stroke myself as she continued to play. Her eyes fell closed, her back arched off the table. With her breasts above the tight corset, the plump nipples thrust straight toward the ceiling.
"Now, lass, use it in your arse. Show me how you've been preparing me to take that virginity."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lexy
"You want me to… what?" I was so close to coming. The dildo wasn't the same as Ian's cock—the way it felt when I'd been sitting on his lap assured me it was much larger. I was still getting off on it though and the man, the jerk, stopped me. He wanted me to put the dildo in my ass? Had I actually been using it as… practice?
How did I know if I had or not? If Ian intended to take me there with his huge club of a cock tonight, I really hoped I'd been preparing. The idea of anal sex had always been appealing, and I totally wanted to do it with Ian, but tonight?
Ian turned and left me lying on the table, legs spread, dildo in hand. My arousal made it slick and shiny in the soft light of the room. He returned quickly and opened up a small glass jar he'd retrieved.
"I've been waiting three weeks for this, lass."
"You put that in here earlier?" I asked.
"Aye." He dipped his fingers in, then took the dildo from my loose hold and I watched as he coated the length of it thoroughly.
"There."