Chapter 67

Teárlag stared down at him in wonder. What a contrast to everyone and everything else she knew. Blackthorne was a devil next to him. Hell, he might be the devil anyway, but the difference was so remarkable as to be shocking.

"How long ago was this?"

"Shortly after Isobel came, six or seven weeks ago."

"What was her name?" Teárlag asked, thinking of the poor lass stuck in Blackthorne's dungeon. She'd been there around six weeks to her knowledge.

"Màiri."

Teárlag was silent for a few more moments.

"Have you no more questions? Is the game over already?" Thorburn asked.

"Why did you agree to be punished with Isobel?" She asked. She started to ride him in addition to compressing his cock within her sheath. Not much, an inch or so at most, but the difference in sensation was not lost on Thorburn. He felt himself swell a bit more at the increased movement.

"That's a long story. Do you want to hear it?"

"Please," she whimpered. "I want to know what possessed you to do such a thing. I cannot imagine it."

Given she was moving more on him, he began to thumb her nipples, causing a swift intake of breath.

"Hurry," she said.

"Isobel was married to a pig of a man named McTavish. He was an inveterate gambler, and a poor one at that, and a brutal animal besides. He beat her for no reason, as nice and pleasant a person as she is. He owed money to many folk and when he had no money to pay them, he'd whore his wife to others to meet his debts. You already know Frang won her in a card game. He felt sorry seeing her slapped and struck by her husband for no reason. When he needed to bet something to stay in the game, Frang got him to bet her. When she arrived here, she was a starved, timid, frightened creature afraid she'd now be abused by another. It's taken a lot of work and effort to give her confidence enough to realize her own worth and beauty. She's still afraid to accept the love and affection of another man. I fear she's only marrying Frang now because of the bairn. I know they have some arrangement to this marriage because she was willing to refuse at first, though I know not what it is yet. Frang and Ailene may be the only ones to know.

We all realized subjecting her to punishment on her own would do nothing to heal her and only increase her dread of men. Only by letting her see it's not just her subject to punishment, but everyone, provided they fall short of the rules, could she see she's no more nor less than anyone else and it's only her subject to mistreatment. I could provide the best lesson for her. I would not see her revert back to the timid mouse she was when she arrived."

Teárlag was rocking harder now. Her breath coming in panting bursts. Thorburn smiled up at her, a smile missed by her closed eyes as she tried to concentrate and not release too soon.

"Did it hurt?" She gasped.

"I've been hurt worse many times. I could withstand ten well enough."

"You didn't even flinch. I flinched more than you did when I saw each blow fall."

"Aye. There's a bit of a trick to it."

Her hands rested on his chest and she was seriously stroking herself on his cock now.

"Ailene said you probably came to your room and put cream on it."

"I'm no fool. No point in suffering more than needed."

Finally, she exerted enough stimulation to cause his release. He began to push into her in counterpoint to her riding of him.

"Any more questions," Thorburn groaned, enjoying the tightness of her sheath.

"Fuck the questions," she gasped. "Fuck the answers. Fuck me!"

She sank onto his cock to the root and her whole body quivered in spasmodic contractions. Thorburn gave a couple more quick thrusts and exploded into her, sending further shockwaves through her small form. When he was done, she collapsed onto him, kissing the parts of him close to her lips. It was how she fell asleep, still plugged with his thick though shrinking shaft.

Thorburn woke up the next morning with Teárlag sucking his cock to hardness.

"You're insatiable woman! Did we not couple four times already?"

She lifted off him, bearing an elfin grin. "Had you experienced as little pleasure in your life as I, you would know why I must seize every opportunity before me." She resumed her task.

Thorburn felt his cock growing in her mouth, surprised and pleased to find she could still raise him, though a certain tenderness to his manhood told him he was straining his virility to the snapping point. She kept at it until he was nigh as hard as he'd been for the first.

Keeping her hand on him to maintain his erection, she looked up at him with a twinkle in her eye and asked, "Is there ought you've done with another woman you've not yet done with me?"

"A few things. I've been no monk."

"I offer myself to do whatever you would like to, Lord Cameron. Is there a particular thing you would share with me?"

He looked into her sparkling green eyes and speculated on her willingness to provide anything he might want.

"Have you ever had a man's cock in your ass?"

"One of my husbands was fond of buggery. I have experienced it." It was a small lie. Neither of her husbands had done so, but Blackthorne frequently used her thus and he intended to become her husband.

"Did you enjoy it, Lady Mackintosh?"

"I cannot say I did, Thorburn. He was none too gentle and I was not fond of it."

"Then we shall not do it."

"Nay, Lord. My offer was true. I wish to offer myself for whatever my Lord desires. I wish him to enjoy all of me in whatever way he desires. I am yours."

"If you care not for it..."

"I cared little for any sex previously shared with others," Teárlag interrupted. "You have taught me to enjoy all I've shared with you. You are unlike any other lover. You endeavor to make your pleasure mine in all we've done. I expect no act of love I partake in with you is without some gratification. I freely offer myself and would be disappointed if you refuse my gift." She leaned down and kissed him, parting her lips to grant his tongue access.

She pulled away and asked, "How would you have me?"

"I will be very gentle, Lady."

"As you have been at all times I needed gentleness and fierce when I needed more. Shall I get on my hands and knees for you?"

"Nay. Given my size and yours, I have another way in mind. Lie down on the bed."

Teárlag eagerly complied and Thorburn took position between her legs, his head close to her sex, ripe with the scents of their previous couplings. He began lapping her folds, making her moan.

"This is not what we agreed to, Thorburn," she panted, "though I like it dearly."

"This is merely preparation for the rest," he replied between licks. "It is well if the lady is properly slippery beforehand."