His Scottish Pet: Dom of the Ages (5 page)

Ryce pulled out and slipped two fingers back into her. With ease, he was able to bring her to climax again.

“Oh, Master…” she moaned as her sex pulsed with pleasure.

He took his dripping fingers from her and began to coat the outside of her forbidden opening. Then he pressed his slippery shaft against her tight orifice. She instantly tensed, but he encouraged her softly, “There, there… it’s time to please your Master.”

He felt her relax as she gave in to his new demand.
Good, Kegan.
He pressed against her again, feeling the resistance of her taut muscles eventually give way to his need. The head of his shaft slowly disappeared into her ass and he groaned in satisfaction.

The tight, warm recesses beckoned him deeper, but he was meticulously slow as he pushed his length into her. “So tight,” he complimented.

She growled softly, obviously liking this new and illicit connection. He began thrusting gently at first, letting her body grow used to his shaft’s penetration. Soon, however, he was stroking with more vigor.

Kegan cried out in short, muted gasps. “Oh, Master, yes!”

He closed his eyes, ready to give her the ride of her life when he heard
her
. Ryce turned his head in the direction of the sound. Even though he could not see her, he felt Buchanan. He narrowed his eyes, wanting her to know that he was aware of her intrusion.

Ryce heard her scurry off towards the cottage, but it was too late. The interruption had ruined the encounter and he felt his cock receding.

In order to save the encounter for Kegan, he reached between her legs and began flicking her erect nodule. He pushed his softening shaft deep into her ass and growled, “Come for me.”

She moaned and then tensed as he rapidly increased the raging fire between her legs with his experienced fingers.

“Come for me…” he whispered again hoarsely.

She whimpered just before her body convulsed, the orgasm almost more than she could bear. Before her climax ended, he pulled out and slapped her hard on the ass. He knew she would enjoy it, but it was more out of frustration. Buchanan would pay for her disobedience.

Ryce cleaned himself off with a cold bucket of water set aside for Eventide. He then untied Kegan and tenderly wiped her down, whispering words he knew she would not remember, but that would help bring her back to reality.

“Master…” she began, but was unable to continue, so overcome by echoes of sensations still coursing through her.

“Lie here while I cut off some of the deer I just caught.”

“Nae…” She quickly corrected herself. “No, I can’t take it.”

“I am but one man. The beast should not go unused.” He left her to recover while he began the butchering. It was a timely distraction and helped Ryce discharge some of the resentment he felt towards Buchanan. She would pay, but he had to be thoughtful about it. She was still young and was struggling with the loss of her mother, two reasons to act with restraint.

By the time he walked back into the barn, Kegan appeared to have fully recovered. She stood before him with a lustful, but satisfied gleam in her eye. “I believe I enjoy it more when you are stressed, Master Leon.”

He smiled as he handed her the haunch of deer, enough to feed her brood for several days if they were conservative. “Too heavy?” he asked.

“No, I am stronger than I look,” she answered, hefting it over her shoulder.

“Of that, I have no doubt, Kegan.”

He watched her walk away into the blanket of night. Normally, he would have been concerned about predators, but because of the famine the natural hunters of the land had left for better grounds.

His New Pet

He opened the door and heard her intake of breath underneath the bed. The fear she must be feeling was both satisfying and off-putting. “Face me.”

She slowly crawled out from the bed with her head bowed.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

Buchanan glanced up timidly, but not with the fright he expected. She was an unusual combination of submissive and spirited soul.

“You disobeyed me again. I ordered you to stay under the bed until I commanded otherwise. You also chose to spy on me a
second
time. Both reasons I cannot have you remain in my house.”

Her eyes widened. “Ah’m soiry.”

He shook his head, her apology falling on deaf ears.

Buchanan started sobbing. “Please… dinnae… do not make me gae… go.”

“I cannot trust you and I will
not
suffer your disobedience again.”

She wiped the tears away, even as more fell. “Master Leon, I have no one. Please, do nae—not make me leave.”

“You purposely disobey me and think there would be no consequence?”

“I…” She looked down to the floor. “I wanted to see whut you dae… do.”

“What I do is private.
Not
meant for your eyes.”

“I want…”

He waited and then snapped irritably, “Yes?”

Buchanan looked up, ready to speak words he did not want to hear. He could read it in her face.

“No, never mind. I do not care.” He grabbed the leather leash, coiling it in his hand. “Come.”

He walked her out to the barn and tied her up in the stall next to Eventide. “You will stay here tonight.”

He left her in the dark barn, but returned later with blankets, a boiled turnip and the chamber pot. “Do not disturb my horse and do not dirty the dress.” He said nothing more to her.

Ryce returned the saddle to its proper place and patted Eventide on the head. In a low voice only his horse could hear, he whispered, “Keep an eye out for her.”

He left Buchanan to suffer the consequences of her actions. Hopefully, it was enough to check her rebellious spirit without killing it. She needed to remain a fighter to survive in this world.

He settled into bed and stared up at the ceiling. The girl was a mystery. Seemingly timid, but unfalteringly stubborn. Her curiosity was a liability, but he found it refreshing. If she wanted to simply experiment, he would entertain teaching her a few things. However, it was obvious she was emotionally needy, and he couldn’t handle that. Tomorrow he would question her further to determine what kind of man would be best. Of course, the challenge would be to find a man to meet those needs in Rannoch.

He closed his eyes and saw her on the floor surrounded in the blue dress and then Jovita came to mind. She was laughing—that pleasant trill that made him smile, no matter his mood. How quickly that joyful memory was replaced by the scene that would forever be etched in his mind. The bright crimson covering her body. His Spanish beauty sprawled out on the ground, opened up from chest to groin, the look of agony frozen on her face for all time, and
it…

Ryce jumped from the bed and paced. The memories were as fresh as the day it happened. He’d been a fool then. Never again.

****

Ryce started her day early, collecting Buchanan from the barn just as the first rays of sun were peeking out from the east. He assumed she’d had little sleep, which was fine with him. He’d gotten none.

He ordered her to make breakfast, and sat down to observe her critically. She was beginning to fill out, but it would take weeks if not months to get her to a natural weight. Buchanan had a gentle grace as she moved. Every movement seemed controlled as she flowed about the room while she worked.

It prompted his first question. “How is it that you tracked me without being detected?”

She paused and then looked him in the eye. She spoke slowly, attempting to speak his English. “My faither was an exceptional huntsman. He taught me what I… know.”

“What happened to him?”

She shook her head and paused before answering. “He took sick and deid… died. Two days of a varra bad fever and he was gone.” Her lips trembled and she went back to her cooking.

“How long ago?”

She whispered, “Seven winters.”

“How old are you, Buchanan?”

Her shoulders slumped when she answered. “Past marrying age, way past.”

“Why didn’t you marry?”

“No men.”

He nodded. The recent wars plaguing Scotland had decimated the male population. “I am not sure I will have any more luck, but I will try to do right by you.”

She looked at him hopefully. “Ye… you’re not married?”

“Nor do I want to be,” he said coldly.

She nodded and went back to her work. She shocked him when she had the nerve to ask, “Master Leon, are ye… you going to marry Avril or Kegan?”

He glared at her without answering.

She finished up the meal and slid the plate over to him. He picked up his fork and ate in silence, staring at her. He was gratified to see her squirm.

“Until I secure a place for you, you will remain here. That is, you will remain here unless you disobey me again. I am done being lenient. Another act of disobedience, either failing to obey a direct command or spying on me, will result in immediate exile.”

She shivered but answered, “Yes, Master Leon.”

“This will be your only warning.”

Buchanan sighed. “Aye. I ken… know. But Master Leon?”

“Yes, Buchanan?”

“The way you… it’s different. I… would like to know what it feels like.”

She had managed to shock him again. He gazed at her, carefully constructing his answer. “I reserve such play for older women. It would not be appropriate for you.”

“But it was not that way with the old man.”

The hairs rose on the back of his neck. Ryce said calmly, “What are you talking about, Buchanan?”

“He stabbed me with it.”

“Who was this man?”

“Agnew,” she answered, suddenly looking unsure about having said anything.

The name meant nothing to him, so he asked, “Was your mother aware of it?”

“Nae.” She looked away and then started cleaning up with short choppy movements. It was obvious she was regretting sharing her secret, but he was grateful to know it.

He got up and walked over to her, taking hold of her wrist when she did not stop scrubbing. “Buchanan, thank you for telling me.”

She looked up at him with those deep moss-colored eyes. “It wouldn’t hurt with you. I watched Avril and Kegan. It was different for them. I want to know that feeling.”

He cupped her chin and rubbed his thick thumb over her hollow cheek. “It would not be wise.”

“Please…”

His loins stirred at her pleading, but he knew better. It would complicate things for both of them. Ryce answered, “I will find you a suitable man.” He realized he was still stroking her cheek and put his hand down, announcing, “Today we eat like kings. I will cut a large portion of meat. Use the rest of the vegetables. I will see if I cannot procure carrots. I feel like something sweet tonight.”

He left her tied on her leash with instructions to cook and wash clothing for her day’s assignment. He felt certain she would follow orders without the collar and leash, but he wanted her to be reminded of her past mistakes.

Ryce spent the day visiting various households, gathering information and making trades. He saw to it that the trades were slightly in favor of the other side, wanting to pass on his wealth without being obvious.

He returned home, more discouraged than before. Avril had been correct. A suitable match was not to be found in these parts. He was considering shipping her off to England, but the idea was extreme and potentially hazardous.

Ryce was surprised to see a basket sitting at his doorstep. He stooped down and picked it up before heading inside. Although the smell of roasting meat greeted his nostrils, Buchanan was nowhere to be seen. “Buchanan,” he barked.

She emerged from under the bed, relief easy to read on her face.

“What happened?”

“I do not know who, Master Leon, but some woman knocked on the door and would not leave.”

Ryce lifted the cover off the basket and found two neatly folded dresses. He smiled to himself.
Avril.

“I commend you for not giving yourself away.” He pulled out one of the simple gowns and held it out to her. “Turns out she was leaving something for you.”

She tentatively took it and held it before her. “For me?” she questioned breathlessly.

“Yes. I want you to put it on now.”

She smoothed the blue dress sadly, as if she was sorry to part with it.

Ryce turned away, grateful to have Jovita’s dress returned to him. Buchanan seemed to take her time, and he was beginning to grow impatient when she finally stated, “Here.”

He turned back around to see her holding the blue dress out to him. However, what he was struck by was Buchanan herself. She looked stunning. The simple tan dress was accented by the green and black tartan covering it.

Ryce took Jovita’s dress from her, but his eyes did not leave Buchanan’s face. “It appears to fit well.”

She twisted in it, making the skirt flow back and forth. “Yes, Master Leon, it does.”

“Turn,” he ordered. She smiled as she pivoted around slowly.

Avril had added English touches to the dress, including a tie in the back that accentuated her waist even further. The green contrasted brilliantly with her short fiery hair. She was a vision of rare beauty.

His mouth suddenly went dry as he fought the feelings her looks invoked. “I will return this to its proper place,” he announced, exiting the cottage abruptly.

As he walked to the barn, he put the blue dress to his face. It no longer smelled of Jovita, it only smelled of her. Ryce was overcome with a sense of loss, another unwelcomed good-bye. He unlocked the trunk and put the gown back inside carefully. He was about to close it when he noticed the flogger.

Ryce picked it up and looked at it thoughtfully. It would do. He placed the key in the lock and secured her memory once again. He laid his hand on the trunk and said softly, “You are my heart.”

Before he left the barn, he hung the flogger next to the crop. Then he patted Eventide on the head. “Things are about to get a lot more complicated.”

Ryce walked back into the cottage and stared at Buchanan. Was he really willing to do this again?

She smiled shyly, obviously pleased to have a dress of her own. It was endearing how grateful she was.

“The color suits you.”

“Aye… yes, it does, Master Leon. Thank you.” She ran to him and wrapped her thin arms around his waist. “Thank you greatly!”

He hesitantly put his hand on the small of her back and then pressed her against him. “You are welcome, Buchanan.”

She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. “You are so kind, Master Le…”