Chapter 42

She lowered herself over his prick once more while her own fingers drifted down to her own sex. It would be nice if she was wet, but being around Calum always dried her out, perhaps from fear. Her mouth was dry as well until she was well underway on his cock. She started a slow rubbing of her sex that would result in her release. After her natural lubrication flowed, it became easier.

To compare Calum's cock with Thorburn's mighty prick left her wanting. Calum at his hardest was half the size of Thorburn. She remembered the way it filled her mouth, how difficult it was to engage him fully with her mouth. Thorburn smelled and tasted clean as she laved his cock, whereas Blackthorne was sour and musty. She dreamt of the way Thorburn's cock split her apart when he pushed it into her cunt. How full, how complete a woman she was, having that sword piercing her. Her thoughts of his splendid fucking increased her arousal and she panted, working harder to bring Blackthorne to release before she did.

"I see that my lessons on the proper way to suck a man are finally bearing fruit," Calum said. He groaned as her fervid sucking brought his release closer.

Hah, she thought. If he only knew I dreamed of sucking Thorburn's cock and that was the reason for my increased passion and skill.

She could tell that Blackthorne was getting closer to his climax. His hips lifted off the chair to thrust into her mouth. There was a knock on the door and she began to rise off his cock, but Calum pushed down on her head and wouldn't allow her off his prick.

"Enter" he said.

The door opened and a flood of his cum inundated her mouth and throat as the butler entered. She swallowed rapidly to keep from drowning in his discharge.

"Cum," he ordered and she surrendered to her orgasm as the butler watched her fingers busily working her pussy. Her contractions swept through her body along with her shame at rubbing herself with her Master's cock spurting his fluid in her mouth.

The butler stood calmly, waiting for them to finish. Calum waited for her to clean his rapidly deflating cock before pushing her back and setting himself to order. She sat back on her heels, wiping a few drops of his cum from around her mouth and licking her fingers clean. It wasn't the only time that Calum used her while he was present and likely, wouldn't be the last.

"What is it?" Blackthorne asked.

The butler replied, "There is an Abner McTavish here, Lord. He wishes to speak to you regarding a debt you hold."

"McTavish? Wasn't he the one you said lost his land to the Cameron's?"

"Yes, Master."

"Show him in," Blackthorne said.

"Do you wish me to go to your bedroom," Teárlag asked, "and give you privacy?"

"No, stay here. I wish to compare his story to yours. Stand."

"Master, I'm nude. I may be your future wife. Do you wish outsiders to see me naked?"

"If I hold his debt, he won't speak of this to anyone. Go ahead, stand. You know the position."

Teárlag reluctantly stood with her legs spread, her back straight and her hands behind her head. How typical of Blackthorne that he cared nothing for her modesty or any sense of decorum. She had to wonder how she'd fare as his wife, or even if she would end up as his wife. If this was the respect he showed to his future wife and potential mother of his children, what awaited her when she was fully his. She bemoaned she'd chosen to accept his offer and not walked out the first time he told her to strip.

The butler admitted Abner McTavish and he immediately went to Calum, not even bothering to look around and see her standing there naked. Good, hopefully he'd never look, she thought. The butler left, closing the door behind him.

"Lord Blackthorne, so good of you to receive me."

"What is it you want of me, McTavish?"

"Lord, I know of your enmity with the Cameron clan and I thought I might be of service to you in that regard."

"Of what use are you, McTavish? I understand you've lost both your property and your wife to those cursed Cameron's. How can you help me?"

"I'm to sign over the property on Wednesday. I can leave two or three of my closest retainers there to spy on them for you. They may help, reporting on any of their comings and goings."

"What's in it for you, McTavish?"

"Is it not enough they took my property off me?"

"They didn't take it. You lost it, gambling. From what I understand, you're a lousy gambler. I believe I hold a substantial amount of your debt myself. How much?"

"Over a thousand pounds, Lord," admitted McTavish.

"A thousand pounds! Where the hell did the money go, McTavish?"

"Gambling, Lord Blackthorne," McTavish admitted. "I kept betting on sure things that went bust, mostly cards."

"When playing cards, it's not the cards you should study, it's the players. Gambling at cards is 20% the cards you hold and 80% your understanding of the players who oppose you. What do you really want, McTavish? I'm not about to give you your land back should I take it from the Cameron's. That's gone under any circumstance."

"Perhaps if I or my men are instrumental in your plans, my Lord, you might cancel my debt to you," McTavish fawned.

"Over a thousand pounds of debt. You have an inflated opinion of your worth, McTavish."

"My land alone is worth over three times that, Lord" he pled." Not to mention the value of Cameron's land should you take that. I don't ask for anything if I cannot help your Lordship in his work to destroy the Cameron's. Only should I be instrumental in that goal, in which case you will be vastly richer than the thousand pounds it should cost you."

Blackthorne silently considered the miserable specimen of humanity before him. It was possible that having two or three ready spies on the McTavish property might be useful. It would keep him from having to develop them himself. McTavish himself seemed untrustworthy. If drunk, he'd probably spill what he knew, wasting his value to him.

"I'm disinclined to trust you, McTavish. You don't strike me as one who can keep a secret, especially if in his cups. If I should accept your proposal, you must stop gambling and drinking, unless I tell you otherwise. Will you even be able to do either, I wonder? It seems you can't stop gambling even after you've lost everything, or I wouldn't hold your worthless IOU."

"I can stop, Lord. It will be difficult, I grant, but to have my revenge on the Cameron's and especially that middle son bastard, Frang, I can do it."

"What else can you tell me about Frang?" Blackthorne asked.

"He loves to gamble," McTavish said, "though he's much better at it than me."

"Obviously. What's he gamble on?"

"Cards, horses, dice, any game of chance, Lord."

"Mmm," Blackthorne wondered aloud, "Does that present any opportunities for us? I'll ponder that."

McTavish finally looked around the room and spotted Teárlag. She was standing so still, his eyes moved past her, then did a double take as he turned back to look closer. Teárlag blushed as he wet his lips and studied her.

"What little strumpet is this, Lord Blackthorne?" McTavish asked, walking closer.

"Another spy and possible way to get to the Cameron's," Blackthorne said, watching McTavish ogle Teárlag lewdly.

"Is she available for my services, Lord?"

Why not, thought Blackthorne. A little goodwill to settle their deal. Make sure she didn't get too high and mighty at the thought she would be the next Lady Blackthorne.

"Only her ass or her mouth," he said. "Her cunt belongs to me." Teárlag gasped.

McTavish reached out and squeezed her tits, pressing hard and twisting her nipples. Teárlag was fighting hard to keep her position. Blackthorne had yet to release her.

"It's been a month since Frang took my wife off me," McTavish said, reaching for her cunt to test her wetness. Not that he cared, but it would be interesting to see if the strumpet would cum easily. "Is it okay if I use both?"

"Why not, McTavish. Leave your spies on your property and this will signal our agreement. If you speak about this to anyone, I will have you in debtors prison so fast you'll wonder how you got there. You may be assured, something awful will happen to you there. Provided that she does as I say, I intend to make her my wife."

"And you don't mind me having a go at her?"

"As long as you leave her cunt alone. I'm not raising any of your bastards. No sense in letting her get too full of herself. You may release, Teárlag." She relaxed her position although that didn't stop McTavish from mauling her tits and pussy.

Fucking bastard, Teárlag thought. He's treating his future wife like a whore. Not for the first time today did she regret her deal.

McTavish pushed her down in front of his cock and had her lift his kilt. His cock was standing for her. Nice of Blackthorne to share, Abner thought. Tasty piece of pastry she was.

"You'd better get it nice and wet, your Ladyship, as I intend to push it in your ass."