Saved by the Highlander (12 page)

“Soon enough,” Niall said, and began to rub her bottom tenderly once again. If the wonder of the spanking had confused Alice, the feeling of a man’s big hand there, soothing her, simply overwhelmed her senses. How could the time for pleasure not have arrived, when she was shedding tears of joy in place of tears of sorrow, just to know that she lay with no clothes on over the lap of a man for whom she now felt a sort of love that she had never imagined she might feel? She tried ever so hard not to feel wanton and lustful, but the heat of her bottom’s chastisement seemed to be seeping more and more into her cunny, and with a blush she realized she had grown so warm and wet there that he would be able to see her naughtiness upon his plaid when he at last allowed her to rise.

“Sweet Alice?” Niall said. Alice thought she might swoon, hearing him put
sweet
in front of her name that way.

“Yes, sir?”

“Call me ‘Niall,’ if you please, especially as we are to be wed on the morrow.”

Now her head really did feel faint, between the rubbing on her warm backside and the mere sound of the words
to be wed.

“Yes… Niall?” she managed to squeak.

“I want you to tell me what happened in the road, with the outlaws.”

Alice’s face grew hot instantly. “I do not remember very much,” she said, trying to put him off for just a little while, so she could think.

“I think you remember more than you would like to,” Niall said gently, and then he began to stand her up, and at the same time to gather her into him, so that finally she stood between his thighs, with his strong arms around her and his big right hand cradling her head, while her tears fell upon his shirt. His left arm encircled her waist, and made her feel so very safe that it seemed hard to believe that the whole of the scene had begun with what was supposed to be a punishment.

“They tied me up,” Alice said, for that still seemed to her the detail around which all the other memories turned and came into vision, one by one, when she tried in her sleepless yearning nights to understand the transformation she had undergone, and the way it had made her wish above any other things to stand precisely where she stood now, in the arms of Niall MacAlpin.

All was still for a moment as Niall simply held her, and then he said, “Why did they tie you up, Alice?”

The words broke forth from her heart then, in a rush. “They tied me up because they wanted to fuck me. And they tied my wrists behind my thighs so that I felt so open, and while they were doing it they said terrible things, but they touched me while they said them, and I had seen that horrid Lord Roderick in the park, fucking the scullery maid, and I… I…”

The flow of words seemed to cease as soon as it had started. She could not say it. She could not say the worst part to
him
. She had told Fiona, but that was completely different. All she could do now was sob into Niall’s chest and hope that he would simply carry her to his bed and make the wetness the outlaws had called between her thighs and the way they had made her long to have her honor reft from her go away forever.
If he fucks me now and weds me tomorrow, I shall be the honorable woman I am supposed to be, and I shall also be the wicked girl I am.

How did she know with such certainty that a girl who gets wet when outlaws touch her cunny and tell her that they are going to put their cocks in there, in her mouth, and in her bottom, must be wicked? How did she know that that wickedness could only be the greater since now she longed for Niall to do it here in his house, this instant, right after he had spanked her bare backside over his lap for disobeying him? Something about the way the world worked told her that she was wicked to want what she wanted: the way men fucked scullery maids in the park, laying them across marble benches; the way men whipped their women, daughters and wives and sluts; the way an outlaw could make a wicked girl grown warm in her cunny when he said that his band would not kill her, but rather take her back to their house for their continuing pleasure—all these things seemed to tell her beyond any particular lesson that an earl’s daughter should not want a highlander to fuck her.

But that knowledge only seemed to make the problem worse. Her cunny seemed to flow as she thought about how Niall had promised—had he not?—to do to her what he had prevented the outlaws from doing. She heard herself whimper with arousal as she thought of how now he would be the one to take her to
his
house—
this
house—and keep her there for his pleasure as long as he wished.

“What, sweetling?” Niall asked, so gently. “What happened?”

“They made me get wet for them,” Alice said, in a tiny whisper. “And they told me I was… a… a
whore,
because I was wet there.”

“Oh, sweetling,” Niall said. “You are a noble lady. You are noble in your heart, and not only in your breeding.”

“Am I not a whore, then?” Why did she feel a strange regret?

“You are not a whore.” A moment passed, and then Niall said, “Though, my sweetling, my noble girl, sometimes a good girl feels like she would like not to be so very noble all the time.”

A ray of hope seemed to shoot through Alice’s breast. “Truly?”

“Truly,” Niall said. “Sometimes, perhaps you would like to be my whore?”

“Oh, yes,” Alice said, giggling. “It is different, being your bridegroom’s whore, is it not?”

“Very different,” he replied. “And now I think the time has come to show you how you may be my noble little whore.” Suddenly he stood, picked her up off the floor as he did so, and began to carry Alice, squealing in delight, toward the bed.

A heavy knock came at the door, and a voice outside shouted, “Niall MacAlpin? Lady Alice Lourcy? Are you within?”

Niall froze and took a deep breath, seeming to ponder every possible course of action. Finally, though his thoughts could not have occupied more than a second, he said with decision, “Get dressed as quickly as you can,” and he set her upon her feet.

Then he shouted, “Aye, we are here! I shall be with you in a moment!”

Alice went to the bed, feeling devastated and bereft, and struggled to put on her chemise. Niall came up behind her and put his arms around her. He kissed her neck and said softly, “I fear you will have to go with them. But I will come for you. Never doubt, and never fear. We shall be man and wife, my lady. You have a highlander’s word upon it.”

There were soldiers outside, in splendid regimentals that made the highlanders’ great kilts look terribly rough, as the men of the village gathered from the sheepfolds in the twilight.

“Lady Alice?” said a man whose cocked hat showed he was the lieutenant in charge of this twenty-man detachment.

“Yes,” Alice said, for she could tell from the way Niall looked at the lieutenant and then at her, with a nod that reaffirmed what he had said in his croft house, that he would find a way, even if they took her back to England.

“Are you safe?” asked the lieutenant.

“I am,” she said, “thanks to Mr. MacAlpin.”

“The lord be praised,” the officer said. “It is already late, and we must be on our way to Glasgow this instant, so that we can put you on a coach and return you to Mowton. You have nothing you wish to bring with you, I am sure.”

Alice looked at Niall. “I do,” she said to the lieutenant, “but I understand your haste, and I will depend on Mr. MacAlpin to bring me that which I have left behind.”
My heart,
she almost whispered, hoping that he would know what her eyes tried to say.

* * *

They had gone about five miles, Alice thought, when she realized that after turning to the East, with the nearly gone light of the sun behind them, they had turned northward again, along a road.

“Lieutenant?” she called, from the horse-drawn cart in which they had settled her more or less comfortably when they had reached the bottom of the stony path that led up to Kilmorin. He, on a horse of his own, walked back to address her.

“Yes, my lady?” he said courteously.

“Surely Glasgow lies in the other direction?”

“You have an unfortunate acumen, my lady,” the lieutenant said. “But I would advise you not to try to get away.”

“What? Where are you taking me?” Alice stood up in the cart and nearly fell off.

“Careful, my lady,” the lieutenant said. “Sit back down, if you please. The journey to Lormoran will not take long.”

Chapter Fifteen

Roderick spent the hours in which he waited for Lady Alice to arrive in fucking Alana. As he whipped her with the strap, preparatory to enjoying her first in her cunt and then in her bottom, according to his usual practice, Roderick told her about the imminent arrival of a new maid, whom he planned to place under Alana’s supervision.

“She’s a pretty little thing, but extremely disobedient, and doesn’t know her station. Her parents have sent her to me because they don’t know how to curb her venomous tongue.” Roderick paused the lashing of Alana’s backside, which he had positioned over the side of the narrow bed in her chamber, with Alana herself upon her elbows, bent over it. Alana’s head hung down and she breathed heavily; Roderick had rolled her shift up above her hips and tucked it securely there, so his view of his sweet special maid comprised her now-well-marked bottom, with its tiny cheeks. Because he always told her to spread her knees wide, of course, he could also see the places that would be the subject of his hard cock’s interest in a few moments.

Just a few more lashes now, and then he would go ahead and have his fuck, thinking all the while about Alice, and how much more deliciously it would all turn out when he had her here at Lormoran as his disobedient—and perhaps even lunatic—maid. He had such plans for her, and he could always simply cut her throat if he must, to prevent anyone discovering what he had done.

“So,” he said conversationally, resuming the whipping and making Alana cry out with every lash. “I have told them that she will spend at least a month without speaking at all. You will be responsible, Alana, for punishing her if she does speak, and then reporting her to Mrs. Grant, so that I may punish her further, later.”

“Will you… will you…?” gasped Alana, as Roderick slid his cock deep into her lusciously wet cunt.

“Will I fuck her?” Roderick said softly.

“Ah! Yes, my lord!” Alana cried, for Roderick had begun to pound her chastised bottom very hard, as he thought about exactly how he would fuck Alice, who had probably been fucked by that highland ass MacAlpin. That was no real impediment, of course: he and Mrs. Grant would determine as soon as Lady Alice arrived whether her maidenhead was intact, and if it was not, so much the worse for her backside. When a new maid arrived and was found to have lost her maidenhead, she received a severe thrashing upon which to begin her service, as a matter of custom.

“Of course I shall fuck her, Alana,” Roderick said. “Did I not say that she is a pretty little thing? Will it not be right and proper that her poisonous mouth have a hard cock in it, to teach her her duty?” He pulled out of her cunt, wanting the greater tightness and greater cruelty of fucking the maid’s bottom. The arrival of the news about Alice had frustrated his plan for a general correction, and he had been so busy planning her abduction from Kilmorin that he had had no chance to relieve his arousal. Now Alana would have to pay the price. He put the head of his iron-hard cock up against her tiny anus, and she gave a little whimper.

“Open to me now, my dear,” Roderick said, giving Alana no choice in the matter and pushing hard at the little gateway of Sodom. The girl gave a wailing cry as, moistened by her cunt’s excitement, his cock won its way into her bottom. As he enjoyed the exquisite tightness of her there, pushing in quite slowly and looking down rapturously at himself engulfed where nature would deny him his right of entry, he said, “Perhaps I shall allow your lovely bottom a rest, Alana. Perhaps I should fuck your cunt and the new maid’s bottom, every afternoon.”

Alana cried out in discomfort, as the thought made Roderick more eager to use her for his pleasure, and he began to thrust in earnest, holding her hips tightly so that he could fuck as he liked. “No, my lord, please!” she sobbed. “Please! My… my bottom!”

She really did have an attractive mildness, and a love for him, that pleased Roderick greatly, despite his great enjoyment also of conquering girls like Catriona and, he hoped, Alice Lourcy. He drove in harder and harder, until Alana screamed, and Roderick knew that she no longer wanted to have him in her bottom quite so much.

Then, thinking of how Alice would cry and scream when Roderick fucked her just as hard and cruelly, he spent, his hips jerking hard against Alana’s punished backside until he had poured out all his seed deep inside the hot, infertile ground.

“The new maid will be here by evening,” he said as he pulled out, leaving his semen to trickle wickedly from her little bottom-hole. Alana knew not to change her position until Lord Roderick had left her chamber, so he took his eyes’ fill of the lovely sight of the backside he had just used so very thoroughly. He pictured two such backsides, like the lord’s choice of old.

Oh, he would have such fun!

* * *

The troop of regimentals, with Ponderby, Roderick’s favorite thoroughly corrupt lieutenant upon his horse, and Lady Alice Lourcy bound and gagged in the wagon, arrived an hour later. Notwithstanding have enjoyed Alana thoroughly only a short time before, Roderick’s cock grew stiff as a soldier on parade at the sight, as in the glow of the torch at the castle’s postern gate she glared up at him.

“She realized we had turned north, my lord,” Ponderby said. “So I thought it advisable to silence and restrain her.”

“Quite right,” Roderick said. “Just as I ordered.” He looked at the impassive faces of the soldiers. “Thank you, men, from the bottom of my heart,” he said, employing all the social skill that had so thoroughly deceived Alice and her father in the South. “You have returned my butler’s precious niece, who unfortunately is of the lunatic persuasion that she is a noblewoman. As Mr. Ponderby has told you, I am sure, you will be very well paid and well protected, so long as no word of my unfortunate butler’s shame in having an insane relation elope with a highlander be breathed about.”