Chapter 87

That night, at dinner, she asked Frang not to come to their room until 9:00, to which he readily agreed as he still had to go through the accounts. Her bath was waiting for her, Frang not having forgotten to arrange for the practice to continue. Having cut the line earlier in the kitchen, she fastened ropes to all four corners of the bed before getting in the bath. After getting out and drying off, she pulled out the nightgown Teárlag had given her. She held it against her body, appreciating again the lightness and fineness of the material.

"No matter how tired he may be," she murmured to herself, "this should arouse his interest."

She slipped it on over her head and the softness as it slipped over her breasts made her nipples tighten to hard pebbles, prominently displayed in the nightgown. The garment clung to her curves like a second skin, more revealing than hiding. She even thought she could detect the slight swelling of her stomach caused by the growth of the bairn inside. A mother, she thought, I'm going to be a mother and I'm married to another man, a gambler, no less. She shivered. Even her goose bumps seemed to show under the wispy fabric. She heard a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Isobel asked. Though she believed it to be Frang, she could not open the door to anyone but him while wearing this.

"Frang. It's 9:00, Isobel."

She stood by the bed and said, "Come in."

Frang took one step into the room and seeing Isobel and what she wore, he stopped dead. He stared at her, the hunger igniting in his eyes as he contemplated the vision before him.

"You might want to close the door, husband, unless you want everyone to see your wife like this."

He shut to door and approached her. She started to back away, suddenly afraid of his hungry look as drew near. Frang noticed and stopped, not wanting to scare her.

"Where did you get this night dress, Isobel? I've never seen the like."

Isobel stopped backing when Frang stopped, realizing he remained in control of himself.

"Teárlag gave it to me as a wedding present, Frang."

"Remind me to thank her the next time I see her. I feel she gave it to me. You're so beautiful, Isobel. May I approach?"

Confident Frang would continue to honor his agreement even after seeing her like this, she said., "Aye."

Moving slowly so as not to startle her, Frang moved closer, taking in every detail of how wonderful she looked. The translucence, the body clinging tightness, every curve accentuated, the thatch of red hair faintly visible, dimpling the fabric at her sex. Her nipples faintly visible in color, and poking at the fabric, calling attention to themselves. He realized he'd been holding his breath and slowly released it.

"My God, I've never seen anything like it!" Frang exclaimed stopping when he was an arms length away. "What is it?"

"Silk, from China, Teárlag said," Isobel answered. "Do you like it?"

"Need you ask?" Frang said. "Have you not looked at yourself in the mirror?"

"Aye, but I still didn't know if you would like it."

"I love it. I can barely breathe, Isobel. It's like a dream. May I touch it? May I touch you?"

"Aye, my Lord."

She stood still as his hand bridged the gap between them, touching her side, then slowly sliding up. His thumb moving up over her breast, touching her nipple, making it swell more. She gasped and he withdrew his hand.

"It's so smooth," he said, "so light, so thin. It's almost like touching your skin."

"I felt it too," she said. "Your hands are normally so rough and work hardened, but the material made your touch soft and soothing." She smoothed the fabric over her hips and said, "Wash the dust of the road and the day off, my husband. I've kept the water hot for you."

He glanced at the tub. "I'll have to remove my clothes and I warn you, seeing you has made me hard."

"I saw it this morning. I'm sure I can take the sight of it again tonight."

Nodding, Frang removed his clothes and climbed into the tub. As he said, his cock was rigid, almost angry looking in it's hardness, standing out from his body like a lance. Isobel poured more hot water in.

"Aaah. That does feel good," he said. "It's been a long day."

"Frang, I would like to try something tonight," Isobel said.

"What would that be, my love?"

"I would like to tie you to the bed."

"Isobel, I promised I wouldn't touch you until you're ready. You don't have to tie me down. I won't bother you if you don't wish it."

"I do wish it Frang, though I'm still in dread. Ailene suggested if I tie you down, I would feel more in control. I could proceed at my own pace, without you grabbing or seizing me. She said if I felt in control, it might ease my fear. We must consummate our marriage to make it legal and keep McTavish from ever having a claim to me or the bairn. Enough people are aware we haven't had sex yet that word may yet get out to the wrong ears. We need to do this and I am certain this is the only way for it to happen anytime soon."

"Are you sure, Isobel. I'm still willing to wait. Only those closest to us know."

"We cannot pretend to be husband and wife in this house without every servant here eventually knowing we're not having sex yet. You know as well as I not all of them can be trusted. We need to consummate our marriage and fairly quickly. Believe me, I wouldn't ask this of you if I could see any way around it. Please, Frang, I know it's an unusual request, but I believe this will help me be the wife you want and deserve."

"I'll do as you request. Heaven knows my body aches for you."

"Then hurry, husband. I've tied ropes to the bed. I only need fasten them to you."

"You've planned for this then?"

"Aye. I want to experience pleasure with a man. I heard Stuart and Ailene in the next room in this very house and wished to know a small semblance of their love and affection. I've heard Teárlag scream to the heavens as she reached her climax. Why can't that be me? You've shown me a small part of how it can be between a man and a woman. I want to know all of it."

Stuart got out of the bath and dried off. Isobel preceded him to the bed and waited for him to approach. He saw the ropes tied to the bedposts. Isobel directed him to lie down on the bed, then beginning with his feet, tied him down, his erection staring up at her the whole time. When he was secure, he was spread eagled on the top of the covers, his cock standing strait and firm, not even quasi relaxed as it had been that morning. More sure of herself now and less worried how he might respond to her overtures, she reached for his cock, bending over it to look closer.

The head was like some mushrooms she'd seen, flaring over the shaft. It was red, almost purplish in color, the outer rim smooth and even except on the underside where it came together to form a heart. It descended down to the thick mass of black curls at the base, his sack hanging heavy between his legs. She began to stroke it like she had that morning and it got harder and thicker, though only slightly, the head swelling. She continued to stroke it until the bead of slick stuff appeared at the hole.

"What does it taste like?" Isobel asked.

"It doesn't taste like much of anything, to my knowledge," Frang replied, squirming at her touch.

Isobel touched it, getting a little on her finger and raised it to her tongue to test it. A small taste and it seemed bland, so she tried a little more, squeezing it from his shaft until another drop appeared. She bent over him and touched the tip of her tongue to it, his cock flaring as she did so.

"You're right, not much taste at all," she said.

She lowered her head and her mouth opened as she took the head inside. Her tongue swirled around the cap, exploring the crown. Frang groaned in pleasure.