“You can handle pain well. You’ll need that. You should thank me for showing you how…raising your tolerance even.” She said, and I nodded.
“Thank you, ma’am.” I said, but she laughed. It was a light, teasing sound.
“That is not the type of thanks that I want.” Briana cooed before she spread her legs, bringing my mouth to her own slit, and my eyes widened.
“Ma’am.” I squeaked, but she wasn’t going to let me move back.
“Use your tongue.” She told me, and I did. I started to lick her slit, feeling that need build up inside of me again. There wasn’t anything I could seem to do about it. The moment I reached down to play with myself, I received a sharp tug to my hair.
“Have you learned nothing?” She asked. Briana didn’t give me time to say anything.
She had me run my tongue up and down her slit, and I imagined what Scott would do when I took him in my mouth as well. I shivered at the thought. The moans were muffled above me, as if she was trying to stay quiet, but I knew that just like me Briana was working herself up to a peak. I gently lapped at her silky folds, tracing firm, wet circles around her clit, feeling the thickness of it increase as I drew my tongue deeper into her warm garden. Her hips began swaying against to and fro, rhythmically, as I felt the gentle twitch of her thigh against my cheek. She muffled a soft groan, which incited my urge to please her all the more. Though on my knees, I was in control, sucking, lapping drawing forth pools of her nectar; the only sweetness I could imagine within such a brash woman. From deep within her wet valley, she came. I felt as if I couldn’t breathe. A flood of her womanly juices coated my lips, and I was forced to lick them off before she moved away from me, as if we had never touched. I ached, and Briana put her robe on, dressing so that she could leave. She paused in the doorway, arching an eyebrow at me.
“Do not relieve that desire.” She said. “You will need it to endure him right now. I want you to work yourself up every night, actually.” She said, speaking softly. I went to protest, but she raised her hand at me to be quiet.
“If you wish to keep him by your side and enthrall him, you will do well to actually pay attention to my lessons, Amelia. This lesion especially. It’s much more important than you think. Scott loses himself in the moment often, and he is quite a strong man.” She said before walking out, leaving me aching without the ability to relieve it.
Chapter Three
I thought that I wouldn’t be able to sleep that night with the way that Scott had looked at me when I was seated by him at dinner. He smiled at me, and I couldn’t stop myself from smiling back. Briana was beaming, and it seemed to anyone else that she didn’t act anything more than politely appropriate with Osgar, but I could see the longing, hopeful looks that they shared. Scott’s hand was under the table on my thigh, and Briana pretended not to notice it, but it still made me feel ashamed and delighted. It was as if my heart was at war, and I had to once again think about my mission.
For me and for her. It’d work in my favor. Then my parents will not have to be ashamed. I thought, worrying once again if they had heard the news. Scott inching my dress up to playfully tug it above my ankles was more than I could bare. I was still aching from earlier. I looked up at him with a playful smile. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Osgar smirking, but Briana was keeping a perfect mask. When dinner was over, I smiled at him.
The Chief looked at me, as well as his wife, and I was worried that they were all too aware of what I was doing. Can they see right through me? I pushed the thought aside, reminding myself that everyone now knew that I was the Mistress. Scott had made it clear so that I would have a station here and no reason to fret. I blushed under his hard stare, but Scott didn’t seem to notice. I reached for my drink, but I couldn’t quite seem to quench the fire in my belly or the thirst that I had. I was desiring something that food and drink would not have helped with, and yet I drank the honeyed mead with delight as the harvest approached.
“Soon we will have mulled cider.” Scott said, chuckling. “Have you ever partaken in it?” He asked, and I shook my head.
“You will love it.” Briana piped in with her soft, seductive voice. Scott nodded, seemingly happy that we were getting along, and I smiled at her.
“Oh yes. I forgot that you came from such a poor village.” The Chief spoke in a voice that made me shiver. Scott huffed.
“Father there is no need to remind her of such things.” He told me.
“Scott.” His father said, sighing. It was clear in that moment that the Chief did not care for me, and it was something I would have to learn to muddle through.
“Have you thought of your parents much since coming here?” The Chief asked, and I shook my head. Briana looked at me, as if thinking for the first time.
“Have you wanted to visit them? Did they sell you, Amelia?” Briana asked in a soft, prodding voice. It was clear that she was planning something, but no one else seemed to pick up on it. I wondered briefly if I could only it, her scheming, because I’d known her so intimately recently. I turned
my thoughts to her question before I could start blushing again.
“No, Lady Briana. They did not sell me.” I said, trying to soften the hardness from my voice. The Chief and his wife leaned in closer. Scott was watching me with a mixture of apprehension and intrigue. I realized that he had not been listening when I had been sold. He did not know my story, and suddenly with his eyes boring into me, urging me on to satisfy his own curiosity, I found my voice to be a little stronger.
“I wanted to avoid a loveless marriage, and my parents were in debt. They could not pay their taxes to the McKenzie clan, as we have fallen on a hard year. There were two choices, and I made mine.” I said. My voice cracked on the words loveless marriage but had gotten stronger as I continued speaking.
“Do you regret it?” The Chief’s wife asked. I knew that she was asking me both as a woman and as Scott’s mother. I raised my eyes to meet hers briefly before bowing my head.
“No, my Lady.” I said, and I could hear a hint of a smile in her voice when she spoke next, making me wonder if she knew of Briana and Osgar.
“Good.” She said. The Chief grunted, but I could feel his eyes on me, boring into me as if he was trying to read something from me. I could not understand why he looked at me so intensely.
“Your father allowed you a choice?” He said, and I nodded.
“Yes, for which I am grateful.” I answered honestly.
I knew that right now my parents might not be the proudest, but I was still happy with the choice that I made. Even if it stung to still have to look at Scott with Briana. Not for long. I reminded myself. Everyone seemed engrossed in their own thoughts of my strange circumstances which had landed me here at their table, and the rest of the meal seemed to pass in relative silence. When I dared a glance at Lady Briana, I could tell that with that gleam in her eyes that I was right.
She was planning something, and I only hoped that I’d be privileged enough to know what it was soon. I had come to think of her as an ally for now, and with that I was able to turn my attention back to Scott which was now looking at me with a fire in his eyes that matched my own. His gaze was heavy with drink and lust, but I could also tell that something was weighing on him. I knew that tonight would be quite an interesting one. I was both anticipating it and trying to suppress the nervousness that was bubbling up to the surface of my mind.