Sold For Pleasure Vol. 3

Chapter Four

After dinner when I thought that Scott would surely whisk me away, he had parted from me with a longing look that made me nearly clutch the wall to keep my own knees from buckling. Suddenly, my bodice seemed too tight with the rising and falling of my breasts with every shaky breath I ended up taking. It had taken me a few minutes to get my wits together, and I realized that soon the sun would be setting. I still had no idea what to do with my spare time, as spare time was a luxury I had not had growing up. I went to the gardens to think. I had never expected Lady Briana to follow me, but sure enough she fell into step with me. My panic was surging up, and she seemed to catch on it quickly as she took my arm in hers as two young girls would do.

“Oh shush now, Amelia. Do not fear. I am not the exhibitionist as Scott is. Our lessons must remain a secret.” She said. Her mood had improved greatly from this morning. Briana was downright cheery as they wandered further into the gardens. Her smile was wider than my own.

“So, you really do love your family then? You were not fleeing? They did not send you away because they wanted to?” She asked not bothering to be too sensitive about the topic. I gave her a startled nod unsure of why she was asking.

“I love my family very much, but they would not be happy with my…” I tried to rack my brain for the right word.

“Situation? Being the mistress not the wife?” She said.

“My father feared I would become a bed warmer.” I replied honestly, and the words sickened me more than the first time my father had said them. Have I not become just that? A little voice asked, but I knew that it would not be for long. That was the only thought that kept me walking instead of breaking down into tears right then. I thought of Scott taking my hand as we were wed under God, and I instantly felt warmer.

“I see. In a way yes, and in a way no. either way, you do not wish to stay the Mistress, and I do not wish to be hanged.” She said, but there was still nothing but glee in her voice which left me slightly unsettled.

“What are you trying to propose?” I asked her, stopping out of frustration. Briana looked back at the manor, as if to see if we were far enough away. She continued to talk after seeming to make the decision that we were.

“Scott will need time to calm down with so much on his mind, and he will be departing soon. Right through your village I hear.” She said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, but I waited for her to explain. I still didn’t quite understand, but Briana barreled on with her explanation. She didn’t seem cowed at all by my ignorance.

“You can beg to go with him. This is a diplomatic meeting after all not a meeting on bad terms. You could see your family, and you could break the news to him while you’re away.” She said, and that’s when it all started to make sense.

My eyes widened, and I got nearly giddy at being able to tell my parents that I was safe and sound. Then worry went through me at still being a Mistress, but I knew that she was right. Briana was one step ahead of me as always, and I thanked my lucky stars that she was on my side in all of this. I wasn’t sure I could have such a woman as an enemy.

“I see.” I said, trying to figure out how to get Scott to take me along.

“Get him to talk to you about it tonight.” She said, and I nodded again.

“I am sure that he will be more than happy to grant you such a wish, and I will see if I can get Osgar to plant the idea in his head. I can’t do it, but Scott has always been very kind.” She told me as we continued to stroll through the gardens before we both headed to our neatly-joined rooms.

Chapter Five

When I was back in the room, I looked through my closet, and I decided to take out a blue nightgown that he had given me. It would fall right below my knees, but I knew that my curves would show in it. Scott was sure to be excited by the little amount of fabric that was between us. I waited, and sure enough I did not have to wait for long. My heart leaped when Scott didn’t go to Briana. Instead, he was right there with me, knocking and I shyly answered the door.

“Amelia.” He said, smiling at me but there was still a strain in his eyes.

I wanted to lift his stress as my name on his lips lifted mine. I ushered him in, and he shut the door softly. Smiling at me, he tilted my chin up and kisses me. The kiss was rough, and his tongue soon entered my mouth, exploring it as I leaned up on my toes to kiss him back. My hands shot up to wrap in his hair, but he quickly grabbed my wrists with a quickness of a warrior, pressing them at my sides as he walked me back. Scott didn’t break the kiss once as I was pressed back on the bed. I didn’t realize the ache in my wrists until he released them. My gaze traveled down when we reached the bed. I had to look up to look at him, and yet it was hard to miss the obvious bulge under his kilt. Scott reached out for my sheet, ripping it from the bed to tear it once more.

“Give me your hands, lass.” He whispered in my ear, and I did so.

He secured them behind my back, and there was nothing I could do but follow his lead now. Scott was grinning from ear to ear now, as he grabbed one of my tender breast, stroking the sensitive nub with his rough, calloused thumb. It caused me to arch my back as I moaned. I expected him to shove a gag in my mouth again, but instead he undid his kilt to expose his hard, throbbing manhood. His hand tangled in my hair.

“Take it in your mouth.” He said, and I did.

Without the use of my hands I felt awkward before he continued. I wrapped my lips around his hard cock, making him moan which only made the need building between my own legs even more insistent. He pushed his cock into my mouth further, making me gag as I looked up at him. His hand had turned gentle in my hair, and yet I wasn’t allowed to move back. Eventually I breathed through my nose as he continued. I could now see why he didn’t gag me. There would be no threat of anyone hearing us like this.

The more he moaned above me and his fingertips played over my shoulder and back, the more I felt the desire building within me. I needed him, but with his throbbing cock in my mouth, I could do nothing to tell him. I was sure that he saw the need clearly in my eyes, but I continued to do as I was told sucking him off to bring those delightful moans to my ears. Before I knew it, Scott had exploded in my mouth, and it took me a moment to swallow it all.

“Christ, Amelia.” He groaned as he pushed me back. I landed on the bed softly, and he was between my legs again. “You make me never want to stop.” He whispered as I lay there awkwardly on my own hands with his grip almost bruising on my hips. I didn’t care. All I cared about was the fact that he was finally going to fill me and fulfill the need that had been aching for attention since this morning.

“Scott.” I groaned, not caring if Briana heard us.

He didn’t care either as he entered me in one large thrust, causing both pain and pleasure to intermingle inside of me. I thrust my hips back against him to meet his own, and he tilted his head back to groan. My breasts bounced with each hard thrust, as Scott pulled nearly all the way out before pushing back in. it was only his hand at my shoulder that kept me from being pushed up with each thrust. His hand traveled down to massage my tender breasts, pulling at my nipple roughly and twisting as I got closer to the edge.

Once more, he expertly mixed pain and pleasure, making all sensation good sensations. Before I knew it, my toes were curling and our moans mingled loudly through the room. I knew that I wouldn’t last much longer, and by his throbbing, neither would he. His lips were upon mine once more, nipping and pulling at my bottom lip a

s I went over the edge. In a few more rough thrusts he too went over the edge, spilling his seed deep inside of me. Scott stayed there for a time, breathing as I too came down from the oblivion that I ascended into as pleasure racked my body.

He was tender with me once more as he helped me to sit up, untying my hands, but I could feel bruises forming where he had gripped me. I understood what Briana meant. I didn’t care about the bruising. I had enjoyed every moment with him. I feared that he’d leave me the moment he was done, but instead I was pulled onto his big, burly chest. My fingers traced his muscles as he looked up at the ceiling, obviously deep in thought.