Chapter 92

As she went to her room, gnawing on the bread, she considered how much they could really share with any of the servants anymore. It seemed that Blackthorne's reach extended even into the Keep, though surely not too far. The Cameron's treated their people much too well for there to be a large contingent of traitors. Surely Muiríol could be trusted and most of the people who'd been here the longest. The more recent additions to the household would need to be treated with suspicion until they'd proven themselves. She decided she would pack mostly riding and fencing clothes, and only a few dresses as she intended to work as hard as she could learning to become better with the blade. To that end, she also brought several pair of leather gloves, her tender hands showing all her efforts thus far had not prepared her for truly rigorous sword handling.

Thorburn directed the Captain of the Guard to get 40 men ready to ride by 9:30. A dozen of which would be going with him to Màiri's family; the remainder going with Stuart and Lady Ailene to Lady Luck. All but five of the best would be returning that day. Those five would be staying at Lady Luck to help ensure the safety of Lady Ailene. Thorburn helped pick out the five by their fighting skills, whether they had family to be cared for, and most importantly, if Thorburn felt they were trustworthy. He tended to choose those who had fought with Bjarkë and he, or those who had been at the Keep for years. Given all three brothers and Bjarkë would be absent from the Keep at the same time, the Captain of the Guard was told that he would remain at the Keep in charge and on high alert until Thorburn returned.

By 9:30, everyone was ready; even the horses were champing at their bits. A dozen men and Thorburn headed for Màiri's family cottage. Stuart, Ailene and 28 others headed in the opposite direction. Both groups left the roads shortly after leaving sight of the Keep. Going by back ways and deer paths, they headed for their different destinations.

Isobel awoke the next morning and saw that Frang was staring at her. She looked down, uncomfortable with his frank appraisal.

"You're so beautiful," he said, "one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. It's a shame McTavish treated you the way he did. His loss, my gain." Frang reached out and touched her hair. "I consider myself to be the luckiest man alive."

"My Lord, it's still early. We can sleep a little longer."

"There is something I would prefer much more than sleep. Will you need to tie me down again?"

"If it would please you, Frang, I will secure you again."

"To love you again, I would gladly submit myself to whatever you require," he replied.

Isobel smiled at Frang. She thought about the other knot Cyrus had shown her, the slip bowline. Perhaps she could use that knot and in the midst of their passion, release his arms to see if she could tolerate the loss of control. She could leave his legs in the bowline and if she had a difficult time, get up from the bed, leaving him there at least long enough for her to regain control of her own fears.

"As you wish, my Lord."

Pulling the covers down, she saw his cock hard and ready. He lay there calmly as she fastened the knots to his legs and arms. She considered him, spread eagled before her, his cock bobbing up and down with his pulse. Pondering their respective positions, there must be some way to speed up the process of their mutual arousal. Struck with a sudden thought, she turned herself so her core was over his mouth and her mouth over his erection. She lowered her folds to his mouth while taking his manhood into her mouth. She felt his tongue separate her inner lips and penetrate her sheath even as his cock swelled further in her mouth. Oh, merciful God, it felt so good to have him tonguing her moist center even as she enveloped him between her lips, sucking lightly and feeling him try to thrust upwards. Her weight held him down and once again, she was in control. Free to take him no deeper than she cared to and controlling his manipulation of her by subtle shifts in her position.

His tongue was a marvel as he eagerly lapped her folds and she felt her excitement grow, a powerful pressure building little by little as his tongue caressed her. By shifting downward, she redirected his attention to her nubbin, peeking from the protective flesh as her pleasure grew. He suckled the tiny bud and she exploded as she felt his teeth gently tug on it as his tongue swirled around the tip. Isobel felt she must be swamping his mouth and chin with her fluids as her cunt convulsed in spasmodic pulses of pure pleasure. Her mouth opened more as she suppressed a scream and she felt his cock invade her more deeply as she hugged him to her in her throes of ecstasy. She sucked hard, grateful for the gratification of her aroused body, expecting to feel him flood her mouth, but he withheld his release with great effort, wanting to surrender his seed in her womb instead.

When her quivering ceased, he asked her to mount him. Turning to face him, she directed his cock to the gates of her molten core, feeling herself spreading over the soft steel of him. She slowly sank on his shaft and she easily and eagerly accepted the full length of him in her slick sheath. How could something so disgusting and painful with another feel so heavenly and delightful with him? She found a rhythm to her liking and slowly rose and fell on his cock, the sensations so pleasing she felt herself building towards another release.

Frang panted and moaned as she stroked his turgid prick in her liquid warmth.

"Have you ever done anything like that before, where you suckled my cock as I licked you?" He asked between moans.

"Nay, my Lord husband," she answered him, rocking slowly on his pinioned body, her own breath coming in quick pants.

"What possessed you to do so?" Frang asked.

"It seemed a logical extension of giving one another oral pleasure. One could give and receive at the same time. Why? Have you never done it before."

"Aye, I've done it. Twas usually at my instigation, most lasses not realizing the benefits of the practice unless they'd done it before. The French call it soixante-neuf."

"What does that mean?"

"Sixty-nine, in English."

"Why would they call it a number?" Isobel asked, rolling her hips in response to her rising pleasure.

"I think it because of the similarity of appearance to a six and nine if both turned on their side atop one another."

Isobel imagined it and indeed, the similarity would be striking. She laughed.

"I see it. How clever."

Her pussy was a sodden mess now, her fluids freely flowing in response to the enjoyable penetration of her body as she sensed another peak approaching. She lowered her torso so Frang could suckle the nipples on her dangling breasts. He happily latched onto one of tumescent buds and increased her excitement two fold as he stimulated another of her pleasure centers. His lips and tongue danced to the other and she shattered in a thousand pieces as her orgasm cascaded through her body. She had just enough presence of mind to tug the dangling lines of his knots and release his hands before closing her eyes as waves of ecstasy rolled throughout her body.

Realizing his hands were free, Frang propped his upper body with one hand to provide enough leverage to drive his hips upward into his wife's spasming cunt, while his other hand went for the breast and nipple his mouth left free. A dozen more thrusts were all Frang could do before he himself succumbed to a frantic, pumping climax, his cum shooting in great gouts of creamy streams into her clasping slit. Frang's rapid thrusts and enjoyable kneading and oral stimulation of her breasts extended Isobel's own climax and when she felt his cock spurting his seed inside of her, it incited another smaller orgasm atop the first.

When Isobel had milked the last of his cum from his balls, he fell back to the bed, pulling her with him, covering her lips and face in passionate kisses, one hand stroking her back and bottom until the last of their trembling release had passed away.

"You released me," Frang said, his cock finally shrinking and withdrawing from her sex slickened cunt.

"I had to try," Isobel responded, breathing heavily. "I had to know if I could. I do not wish to restrain you for the rest of our lives in order to have sex, my husband. I thought it might be easier to release you while at the peak of our pleasure than try without any bonds at all."

"Did it meet your expectations, my Love? Will you require me to be confined the next time we couple?"

"It exceeded them in some ways, Frang, although I still feel some trepidation in leaving you totally unconfined, though I would be willing to try the next time we mate."

"How about right now?" Frang asked.

"You can become hard again so soon?" Isobel asked. "You've released several times in the last twenty-four hours."

"I'm still a young man. I'm quite capable of recovering quickly."

"I would be willing to try. What would you like me to do?" Isobel asked.

"Lie down and relax. I will please you. May I release my legs?"

"I'll do it."