His Scottish Pet: Dom of the Ages (7 page)

Her muscles tensed as he began to caress the area. “Relax, pet,” he said soothingly. All the sensations he was introducing were new, so he took his time. He spoke words of encouragement as he continued to tease her with his tongue and fingers.

There came a point when her whole body became stiff and he knew she was close. “Do not fight it, pet. This is my gift to you…”

Buchanan thrashed her head back and forth several times before settling down and letting the tension release. She whimpered as her hips pushed up in the rhythmic dance of the ages. He groaned in satisfaction. Afterwards she made mewing gasps as she slowly regained control over her body. When he glanced up, Ryce noticed tears in her eyes.

“Are you fine, pet?”

“I’m not sure, Master.”

“Was it not pleasant?” he questioned.

Buchanan shivered. “It was so powerful.” She added in a whisper, “Almost frightening…”

He chuckled as he petted her still-quivering sex. “You will come to desire that feeling above all else. You did well, but we are not finished.” He ordered her to lie on her stomach.

Buchanan slowly turned over and lay down for him. “I need your legs together,” he instructed. Ryce rested his shaft in the valley between her round buttocks. “Lie completely still for me. This is how a man comes without penetration,” he growled into her ear.

He placed her wrists above her head and held onto them as he rubbed his shaft against her skin. “Come to know my shaft, pet, it will not hurt you.” He rolled his hips, mimicking the motions of fucking her.

“Your body pleases me,” he murmured. She trembled beneath him in response to his words. “Turn your head so that I can kiss you.”

She lifted her head up to him and Ryce kissed her, darting his tongue into her mouth as he spilled his seed over her lovely ass. He grunted in satisfaction, marking his pet with his essence. Ryce pulled away and lay beside her, liking the way she looked covered in his come.

“Did I please you well, Master?” Buchanan asked, staring at him with those luminous green eyes.

“Aye, pet,” he answered with a satisfied snort. “Your Master is well pleased.”

She grinned at him, her eyes sparkling. An innocent smile that caused his heart to skip a beat. If he wasn’t careful, he could fall for this girl. He got up abruptly and cleaned her off before leaving the cottage to retrieve her clothes. Once in the barn he headed straight to Eventide. “I don’t want to hear it.”

Eventide shook his head from side to side, letting out a low nicker. It seemed suspiciously like laughter to Ryce.

“I had no other choice. Laughing at my expense is not allowed, you pompous ass.” He smacked him on the hindquarter and Eventide tried to side-kick him, but Ryce easily avoided his hoof. “Nice try, old chap. Now you’ll get no grain with your supper.”

His dark stallion rolled back his ears and snorted angrily.

“There is a reason I am the Master.” He threw in an ample amount of hay, before gathering Buchanan’s clothes and heading back towards the cottage. He hesitated at the door.
Remember she is your pet, nothing more
, he chided himself.

To help keep that at the forefront of his mind, he entered and insisted, “Put the leash back on after you dress and wear it whenever you are in my home.” He could tell she was hurt by the expression on her face, but it was absolutely necessary. They both needed that visual reminder of her place.

“I will be visiting Avril tomorrow to thank her for your clothes.”

Again, that hurt expression returned on her face. Further proof he was doing the right thing. “Understand, pet, you and I have an arrangement of convenience. You are my property. It gives you no rights over me.”

She bowed her head. “Yes, Master.”

He asked firmly, “Do you want out of this arrangement?”

She immediately looked up in desperation and shook her head vigorously. “No, Master, no!”

“Fine, then we will continue on with your lessons tomorrow once I return.”

Buchanan smiled at him through the tears forming in her eyes. Once again he was overcome with a disconcerting feeling of tenderness for the girl.

“Make supper, pet. Your Master is hungry.” He took his claymore off the mantle to clean and polish it. This ‘arrangement’ was only going to cause him trouble.

Ryce heard Eventide neigh loudly from the barn as if in agreement.
Insufferable horse.

His Pet’s Pleasure

The day came, it was inevitable… Ryce unwittingly put himself in harm’s way, exposing the nature of his curse to Buchanan.

He’d taken her on a ride with him to get her out of the cottage. He knew it was stifling her young spirit to be confined to his home for fear of being discovered living alone with him. A day out seemed a reasonable solution.

Eventide was navigating a thick section of fallen trees when an adder struck at his feet, only missing by inches. The great horse reared and both Buchanan and Ryce flew into the air before falling hard to the ground. Eventide’s massive hooves landed repeatedly on the snake, quickly eliminating the venomous threat.

Ryce was racked with pain, but looked over at Buchanan to make sure she was all right. She seemed dazed, but slowly got to her feet and brushed herself off. He, however, was pinned to the ground. He looked down to see the sharp end of a tree branch protruding from his chest and a pool of blood quickly soaking his shirt.

His struggle for breath alerted him to the fact his lung had been punctured by the limb.

Buchanan screamed when she saw him. “No! No, Master Leon! You can’t be hurt. Please, no!” She pulled off her tartan and pressed it against his chest, tears streaming down her face.

In gasping breaths he told her, “Go back… Get water boiling… I will… come.”

She looked at him in horror, automatically switching to her Scottish dialect. “Ah’ll not leave ye!” She began sobbing uncontrollably as blood continued to pour from the wound. He could read the panic on her face and knew of only one way to stop it.

“Chrisselle…”

Her tears stopped momentarily and she looked at him.

Calling her by her given name had the effect he was counting on. His gasping for air was getting worse and he knew it frightened her. “Do… as I say… I will… come… I need hot… water.”

The terror painted on her face was enough to break his heart. “I don’t want to leave ye here to die!”

He said again, his voice getting weaker, “Go… now…” He took another breath and added, “Run.”

She pressed her mouth against his, her lips salty from her tears, and then got up and ran back to the cottage. When she was out of sight he called Eventide to him. The horse was jumpy from the stench of his blood, but Eventide was a noble steed and fought his natural instincts to run. The stallion bowed his head, allowing Ryce to grab onto the reins with both hands.

“Back!” he grunted.

The horse pulled back, but stopped when he felt resistance.

“Back… Eventide!”

The horse mustered his strength and Ryce felt the branch dislodge from his chest. The blood quickly filled the void, causing him to cough up bountiful amounts of crimson—the reason he needed Chrisselle far away.

He fell onto the mossy ground and closed his eyes. Once upon a time, he would have panicked. The pain, blood loss, and the struggling for every breath would unnerve any man. But he’d been through it too many times to react now.

Even as he lay there, his body was repairing the damage. It was his curse, a body that could not die. One that forced him to live on as those around him succumbed to nature’s time-honored rule—where there was life, death was not far behind.

Eventide nudged him with his nose. Ryce’s eyes flickered open. “It’ll be… fine, old man. Just… give me a bit…”

The sun was ready to set before he was able to get to his feet. His steed knelt down so that he could climb onto his back. He held on tight as Eventide made his way without being directed. It was a hard and grueling journey, made more painful with each jolting step. He would have stopped to recover, but he knew that Chrisselle must be frightened. He hoped she’d stayed at the cottage like he’d ordered.

Thankfully she had. The girl cried out the instant they broke through the trees. He assumed she’d been waiting outside for hours hoping for his return. “You’re alive!” she sobbed in relief.

He grunted with pain as he slid off his trusted friend and let Chrisselle help him into the cottage. She guided him to the bed and then fetched the boiled water. Her hands were shaking so badly that she almost spilled it on herself.

“There, there, pet… Master is fine. No sense in being careless.”

She went to peel back his shirt, but he stopped her. “I can care for myself.”

Chrisselle’s reaction was unexpected. She sat on her heels and began crying hysterically. When he asked what was wrong she howled, “That is what faither said, but he deid!”

Ryce closed his eyes. The ghosts of her past were rearing their heads. He was unwilling to cause her any more pain.

“Fine. You may dress it.”

She got back to her feet, brushing away the tears before she came to him. “Thank you, Master.” She made a little hiccup sound as she tried to calm the sobs still remaining. She peeled back his shirt and gasped, then she smiled. “I thought it was much worse.”

He chuckled softly and began coughing. “It looked worse than it was. Did I not say I would be fine?”

“Aye,” she said in astonishment. Chrisselle gently cleaned the wound and bandaged it, asking him to turn over so she could attend to the entrance wound. “It’s a miracle.”

“Not a miracle, simple luck,” he corrected. But now the doubts would begin… She’d seen the size of the branch, the large amount of blood. The wounds bore no resemblance to what should have been.

“Nae,” she said, lightly brushing her hand over the bandage.

He grabbed her wrist and said more harshly than he meant, “I do not have patience for your foolery. Get me soup and feed my horse.”

Her lip quivered as she went to carry out his tasks. Ryce looked up at the ceiling.
What is unnatural will eventually be perceived as evil
. It had played out time and time again.

No matter, he would keep the bandages on, redressing them himself, and act sore for a number of days. It was possible Chrisselle would buy it if his acting was convincing enough.
Chrisselle?
Why in God’s name was he thinking of her as Chrisselle now?
Idiot!
He made a mental note to no longer think of her by her given name
.
She was simply his
pet
.

****

Fate seemed to be conspiring against him. A few days later, Widow Kegan came bursting through the door. “What’s going on, Ma…” She stopped and stared at his pet. Her eyes narrowed. “And
who
is she?”

Ryce was reclining on the bed, but got up with the proper amount of discomfort to be convincing. “This is my pet. She is under my care.”

“Under your care? You mean you’re coupling with her!”

Ryce moved towards Kegan unhurriedly, knowing how important it was to gain control over her. “As I stated, she is a pet, Kegan. Nothing more.”

“Pet? I see a collar around her neck, but what does that mean?”

“I care for her needs.”

“And she cares for yours, I’ll wager.”

“Does it matter?” he asked coolly.

“Aye, it does!”

He stood before her, exuding shameless confidence. “It has no bearing on you.”

Kegan folded her arms and stated, “I don’t appreciate you coupling with others.”

Such blatant disrespect could not be tolerated, but he did not want to incite her wrath and risk Kegan telling others about the girl. He remained calm as he explained, “Exclusivity has never been part of our arrangement, Kegan.”

She glared at his pet. “But I don’t condone a girl living here alone with you. It’s not proper. Not proper, I say!”

“I’ll not have you questioning me on this.” He understood Kegan’s need for correction, reassuring her that she was still his slave. “As your Master I cannot abide such poor behavior.” Ryce slapped her cheek. She looked shocked at first, but then relaxed and became focused on him. “Do you understand, slave?”

“Yes, Master Leon.” She added quietly, “So, you still wish to play together?” Kegan glanced over at his pet who continued kneeling with her head bowed, not making a peep.

“Yes. However, I’ve had an accident and must postpone tonight’s entertainment.”

Kegan frowned. “An accident?”

“Had you not noticed I was in bed when you barged in?”

She opened her mouth to make a quick retort, her jealousy easy to read. Ryce scowled at her and her mouth snapped shut.

He continued, “I fell from the horse and damaged my shoulder. In two weeks’ time I should be fully functional. I’ll need to be to carry out what I have in mind for you.”

She smiled coyly. “You have plans for me, Master?”

“Yes, but the next time you enter my residence again without permission it shall be the last.”

“Yes, Master,” she replied with the proper humility.

Ryce was discouraged that he had no food to offer her children when he dismissed her. Hunting had not been an option and he was running low as it was. “Return in two weeks exactly at noon.”

He noted her hesitation, her reluctance to leave him with the girl. When Kegan turned to go she had the impudence to glare at his pet.

“Slave, how you treat my pet reflects directly on me,” he rebuked. “Apologize to her now for that look of disrespect.” He then added for emphasis, “You may address her as Master’s pet.”

Ryce watched her inner struggle play out on Kegan’s face, but she eventually turned to the girl and said in a forced voice, “I am sorry for my disrespect, Master’s pet.”

He opened the door. “You may leave now.”

As she exited, Ryce wondered if Kegan would prove more trouble than she was worth. “Tell no one of the girl.”

She looked at him strangely, but answered, “Yes, Master Leon.”

He shook his head as he watched her leave. Ryce had assumed being older and possessing such an independent spirit, her jealousy would not control her.

He closed the door and turned towards his pet. He asked her to stand and look at him. “You did well. I am proud of the way you conducted yourself during the unexpected intrusion.”

“Thank you, Master.”

The rush of being discovered had Ryce aroused and Chrisselle’s obedience had only served to fuel the fire. “I wish to teach you a new trick today, pet.”

Her eyes sparkled luminously at the suggestion, but she bowed her head before she spoke. “I would be honored, Master.” He found it curious, as he had not instructed her to bow.

“My cock has been neglected as of late, but that shall be remedied this moment. Take off your clothes and come to the bed.”

He pretended stiffness as he lay down, grunting in pain for her benefit. She rewarded him with a worried glance while she slipped off her underclothes. As she walked towards him, he was able to appreciate her blossoming body.

The girl was still lean, but her breasts and hips were beginning to fill out. She had the look of a woman now, curves hinted at and a light red mound that beckoned to him. He held out his hand and guided her onto the bed. “I will teach you a new way to please me.” He ran his index finger over her pink lips. “It involves this.” He inserted his thumb into her mouth and held her cheek possessively. “Your mouth is mine.”

She leaned her head into his hand, obviously aroused by his dominance over her. He was tempted to slip his other hand between her legs to note her level of excitement, but refrained. It would be a gratuitous gesture as he already knew the answer. He removed his thumb and kissed her more aggressively than he had before. She did not resist, returning the exchange with ardor.