Chapter 84

She hesitated because for an instant, she didn't know what to say. There was no way she wanted to give McTavish the satisfaction of knowing he'd fathered a child on Isobel. Additionally, she knew if McTavish could claim paternity, there were other complications which might arise against the Camerons. But from the moment she'd decided to set Màiri free, she no longer wanted to be Blackthorne's spy, no matter what she was giving up. He was a bastard and if he was willing to let her strip in front of McTavish, he didn't deserve her loyalty, and never would. The differences between how she was treated by the Camerons and how she was treated here were like summer and winter. She might have to play the game, but it would be reluctantly.

"Why did you hesitate?"

"There might be some question about the paternity, Master. Isobel's courses weren't regular. Lady Cameron said it's frequently the case when a woman is starving. It makes it difficult to determine the probable conception date. Frang certainly believes it to be his child. He said he would never marry her unless he was certain. I understand they began sexual relations shortly after he won her in their card game." She nodded to McTavish. "I understand he makes her squeal in pleasure when he couples with her. The night after their wedding, the whole Keep woke up to the sounds of a woman in ecstasy. I understand she swooned from the passion of it."

Blackthorne nodded thoughtfully. Teárlag thought, you bastard. It was me who woke the fucking Keep with my screams of pleasure. It was me who swooned because my lover knows how to properly fuck a woman, while you do not, you sadistic prick.

"How is your seduction of Thorburn going?"

"He fucked me in the ass, Master, the night of the Festival."

"Did you enjoy it?" Blackthorne asked.

"Nay, Master. You know I don't care for it, and Thorburn's cock is larger than yours. It was very painful. I could barely sit the day of the wedding." It felt like heaven and it was the first time he made me scream like a banshee, Teárlag thought.

"You haven't let him fuck your cunt?"

"Nay, Master. I told him my reputation would be ruined if I had a child. I would not let him fuck me there." He's fucked me multiple times and I cum so hard on his cock, you wouldn't believe it, you sick shit, because he's four times the man you are.

"And your mouth?"

"Aye, when I said I couldn't take his cock in my ass again, he implored me to suck his prick. My jaw still hurts, Master." I drained his balls every chance I got in every way I could and I'd gladly do it again. "I've done only as you instructed, Master, as much as it pains me to do so." I loved every second of it.

"So, another brother married and a possible heir on the way. This is getting worse and worse. Something better happen soon."

"Lord Blackthorne," McTavish said, "I was wondering if I might have another taste of your slut, sir? It's been weeks since I had a woman."

"Why should I care if you've had a woman or not, especially since you've been totally ineffectual."

"I know I'm going to start winning some of your money back, perhaps some land as well. This would be a way to seal our arrangement."

Blackthorne thought about it. He was already using her to seduce Thorburn. What was another man, more or less. Besides, as much as she protested the pain of it, she made a point of identifying how big Thorburn's prick was, and more than once. It was a feature where he felt inadequate, and to have it thrust in his face repeatedly was annoying.

"Oh, go ahead, but only her mouth. You haven't earned the use of any more than that. Kneel down, girl. Hands behind your back. You're not to use them at all while servicing McTavish."

Teárlag knew she shouldn't have spoken of the size of Thorburn's cock, that she might pay for it somehow, but it was an easy and effective way to stick a knife in him. She prepared herself for McTavish. He was so disgusting. If he ever washed himself it had to be in the muck of a pigsty. It would take all she had to keep from retching. No wonder Isobel hated men.

She was on her knees with her mouth open watching him approach with a disgusting leer on his face. He raised his kilt and put his filthy cock in her mouth, slamming to the back of her throat until she gagged. Holding her head to more effectively control her, he began thrusting in and out, enjoying the sensation of having this lovely naked slut suck his cock. Blackthorne watched them for about a minute before returning to the work on his desk.

Damn, she was a fine cocksucker, McTavish thought. Blackthorne knew how to train his bitches. He regretted the length of time since he'd had a woman as he knew he wouldn't last long with her talented mouth engaged in attempting to drain him. Too bad. He would have really enjoyed spending some quality time with her lips wrapped around his prick. All too soon, he felt his sap rising until with a final thrust, holding her head hard against his gut, he spilled his seed deep down her throat. He felt her struggling to absorb his load, her throat working to swallow his cum. Aye, that felt good. When he was done, he squeezed the last few drops from his cock and rubbed them on her lips.

"She's got an amazing mouth, Lord Blackthorne. You've trained her well," McTavish said, watching her lick his cum from her lips.

"You can leave now," Blackthorne said. "Take the cards with you and start practicing. Remember what I said. Three times through the deck without error before playing cards with them. If you lose any more of my money, I'll have your balls."

After McTavish was gone, Teárlag asked, "Master, why do you give me to that disgusting pig? If I'm to be your wife, why give me to anyone at all?"

"I already share you with Thorburn in order to accomplish my goals. What difference does another cock make?" He answered. "Other than to provide me with an heir, you're sole purpose in life as my wife is to satisfy every need I have. Giving you to other men of my choosing will keep you from thinking you're anything more than that, a repository for my cum. You should never believe you will be any more than what you will be, my personal slave."

"McTavish is so filthy, Master. He stinks. It's all I can do not to vomit all over your carpet. Can't you at least give me to someone cleaner and more desirable?"

"Like Thorburn, perhaps?"

"At least he washes himself, Master. I have no desire to couple with anyone other than you, Master. You're to be my husband. You're all I want. I only let Thorburn have me due to your instructions. Please, Master. Take me to your bedroom and let me show you how much I desire you. At least let me wash the taste of him out of my mouth by sucking your cock, Master?"

"It has been awhile since I've enjoyed your services," he mused. "All right. Go up to my bedroom and stand next to your whipping post. I shall punish you before taking you. I'll be up there shortly."

Teárlag gathered her clothing and went up to his room. She laid her things on his reading chair and stood next to her whipping post. She'd already experienced his ideas of preparing himself for sex several times. It seemed he was unable to get a cockstand without inflicting pain. It was nearly a half hour later before he came up. That was fine with Teárlag although her legs and feet were tired before he got there. Any delays were good both to allow Màiri to escape and to put off her own pain.

"Will you be whipping my back or my front, Master?" She asked when he arrived.

"Your front, I think," he replied.

She took her place at the front of the post and allowed him to fasten her wrists to the leather bracelets suspended from the post. Her legs were fastened to either side of the post and slightly behind it. It bowed her body slightly so he'd have access to more of her front.

"I believe Thorburn will be coming to see me on Saturday, Master, so you may wish to use a whip which won't leave marks past Thursday or Friday."

"Of course."

He undressed and found a multi-stranded whip with wide thongs which would redden her body, but leave no long lasting marks. He started in whipping her body, her breasts, stomach, her mound, the fronts of her thighs, even her cunt. Teárlag screamed with the first blow, knowing how much he liked to hear her howl in pain. It always went easier for her when she screamed than when she tried to suppress her shrieks. With each shrill screech, his prick rose a little more, until his tiny shaft was as hard as it would get. When he was hard, he released her legs and lifted her on his cock, thrusting hard in her dry sheath.

It was time to start planning for the possibility that Thorburn might giver her a child. She needed Calum Blackstone to release his cum in her, as much as she hated him too.

"Fuck me, Master! Fuck me hard. You feel so good in me. I've never felt so good fucking you before. Show me whose slave I am! Make me your slut, Master. I'm wet for you. You're going to make me climax, Master. Fuck me."