Free Box Set: Highland Flings: Scottish Historical Victorian Romance Taboo BDSM Erotica by Bonnie Brand Page B

heard stories about how nice ye looked as the maid scrubbed yer kitty for me, how pliant ye were to all of her requests,’ he pushed his thumb deeper into me. ‘I even hear that she gave yer wee rose a scrub,’ he said, and then, I felt the thick wetness of his tongue, licking up my arsehole, making shivers of pleasure run up and down my body.  

    ‘Please Laird,’ I said, ‘dinnae punish me.’

    ‘Dinnae worry dear,’ he said, his breath hot on my backside, ‘the punishment is all over now.’

    With that, he withdrew his thumb, and I felt something else, something smooth and hot, kiss the lips of my pussy. Then, this new object, this incredibly forceful object split me apart like a peach. The Laird’s dick had finally made its home in me.

    ‘Dinnae worry my love, this will only hurt briefly, and then, it will be so good.’ True enough, the monstrous mass of his black pudding was causing a tugging tear of pain inside me. I winced, and he plunged deeper, and then the pain was gone, leaving in its place only fullness, only joy, only long, hard, deep pleasure. He pushed even further in. I couldnae believe the depths he was plundering within me.

    ‘How big is…’ I started, and then winced again as more inches of manhood were pushed straight up into my body.

    ‘Ye’re so tight, my wee virgin bride, I’ve not felt one as tight as ye before,’ he said, groaning with pleasure.  

    ‘Does it feel good, yer excellency?’ I asked, whispering, panting around my husband’s lust.

    ‘My darling, ye can call me yer husband now,’ he said, and he started to slide in and out of my passage. I closed my eyes and my mouth opened wider and wider with each thrust, as new avenues of pleasure and experience were unlocked to me. This man was thunder, he was the earth, he was the most powerful creature on the planet, and he was filling me up, making me a woman, making me his. I could feel every inch of him, I could perceive all of the contours of his cock, every vein, every throb as he took me.

    I felt his arms on my buttocks now as he pulled me wider apart. My juices ran so freely it felt as though there was almost no friction between us, like our bodies were two tongues slipping past each other, trying to find their way into quims and cocks that prodded and probed them. The speed of his thrusts increased, and I found that every sensation I was experiencing added to my pleasure; the tug of the straps on my limbs, the soft mattress on my knees, his coarse body against mine, the slapping of his balls into my pussy, the sweat dripping from his brow onto my back. We rutted and rolled together, and then, with a grunt, he reached his arms around me and took hold of my breasts. With a long, firm stroke his pushed his cock all the way in, deeper than it had been before, and he pinched my nipples with all of his might. I shrieked with pain and then, moaned with pleasure.

    ‘That feels good, doesn’t it, my bride, to have my fingers around your teats as I fuck you?’

    ‘Aye, husband,’ I said, and as I spoke, he forced his fingers into my mouth. I bit them and licked them and sucked them as he continued to fuck me, settling into the rhythm of a galloping stallion and then, with his other hand, he reached between my legs and pinched the nub of flesh at the top of my sex and I howled. My body started to wrack and spasm and I felt like I saw God in front of me, watching us. The pleasure was so great that I yelped and pulled hard against my restraints. I felt a rolling pleasure start to build within me, and then with a power unlike anything I’d ever experienced, a climax built within me and I screamed in pleasure. I felt the Laird suddenly roar and then, the tip of his penis, followed by the entire shaft began to pulse and throb and he deposited his seed deep inside me.

    The Laird loosened my restraints, and we slumped down together on the heavenly bed, both satisfied. I felt as though life was not as bad as it could have