The Scotch Queen (Scotch 2)

My body shook as his thrusts increased. He started off slow, but now he couldn’t restrain his excitement. He rocked into me harder, making the bed shake as our body weight shifted forward over and over. “Such a tight asshole.”

Listening to his excitement made me forget the discomfort I was feeling. My body finally loosened, and the tears stopped pooling in my eyes. His length started to feel good inside me, just as it did when he was deep in my pussy. My clit rubbed against the comforter on the bed the harder he shook me, and that extra stimulation brought me to a heavenly level of pleasure.

Crewe picked up on my enjoyment. “I always make you feel good, Lovely.” He thrust into me harder, giving me his length at a greater speed than before. He was no longer gentle, taking me like we’d done this countless times.

The more vigorous his movements, the more it hurt. But it also felt better at the same time, feeling his length more intensely and dragging my clit across the sheets. My wrists instinctively pulled on the tie again as I began to writhe, moans automatically pouring out of my mouth.

His pants increased the harder he moved inside me. “You like my cock in your mouth and your pussy. Now you like it in your ass.”

The heat seared my body and burned me from the inside out.

“Tell me.”

I shook with his thrusts. “I like your cock in my ass.”

He fucked me harder, giving it to me ruthlessly. “I want more than that.”

I felt the heated warning in my belly as the orgasm approached. I knew I was going to climax. I could feel it in my bones. “I love your cock in my ass…”

He thrusts turned into pounds, and he fucked my ass ruthlessly.

I was gonna come. I could feel it deep inside me. It slowly circled through my nerves before it migrated down into my gut. With a fiery explosion, it ignited. My face pressed against the mattress, and my back arched as I writhed. I let out a scream for the entire castle to hear, but I didn’t care if they overheard my pleasure. Crewe fucked me harder to egg me on, and I was carried into a powerful oblivion that lasted for minutes. My wrists yanked on the tie until the material dug into my wrists, burning me from the powerful friction.

“Lovely…” After a few more heated pumps, he came with a moan. “Fuck.” His cock pulsed inside me as he released, filling me with mounds of arousal. His breathing was loud next to my ear, and he stayed put until every single drop was deep inside me.

He pressed his forehead against the back of my head, his chest warm and covered with sweat. He breathed with me, coming down from his high as I did the same. His pulse was strong against my back, his body fatigued after the way he took me roughly. With a sigh, he climbed off of me and slowly pulled his cock out.

My ass immediately tightened when he was gone, and it felt strange without him deep inside me.

He left the bed and walked into the shower without saying another word to me. I never realized I expected his affection until he didn’t give it. He usually kissed me or caressed my hair with his fingertips when we were finished. But now, I felt like a meaningless whore who was just there for a quick fuck.

He’d never made me feel like that before.

I left the bed and cleaned up before I stripped the sheets. Maybe he didn’t care about the scotch getting into the mattress, but I certainly did. I placed them in the hallway and knew the maids would take care of it.

Sometimes I thought I was making progress with Crewe, making him look at me differently than he used to. I thought he was kinder, gentler. He went out of his way to look out for me, hold my hand when I was scared on the plane and defend me when Dunbar lost his temper. But now, it was just like the first day I arrived.

He didn’t give a damn about me.

What happened? We had lunch together, and everything seemed fine. Then he came upstairs in a brooding mood.

I’d ask, but he would never tell me.

I couldn’t get discouraged and give up. I had to keep going if I ever wanted to get out of here. Being insignificant would just keep me here longer. If he ever got bored with me, he might sell me or kill me.

I couldn’t let that happen.

I walked into the bathroom and saw him standing underneath the water. He’d just shampooed his hair, so he closed his eyes and tilted his head so he could rinse the suds away. If you took away the constant hostility, the fact that he was kidnapped me, and the sudden changes in his mood, he was a perfect man. With a body carved out of marble and a face more handsome than any model on any billboard I’d ever seen, he was beautiful. Sexy and strong, he had a rugged jawline and corded veins across his hands and forearms. If we’d met in another life, I suspect I’d be obsessed with him.