Protected by the Scotsman (Stern Scotsmen Book 2) Page 13
Armed with a well-studied map and a sturdy rain hat, she kissed Sean goodbye then headed out into the downpour.
* * *
“I’ve got it! I’ve got it!”
Sean looked up when Bobbie ran into the room shrieking at top pitch. His face burst into a big smile. She’d found the drinking horn, and was beaming ecstatically. Sean carefully carried Arthur into the adjoining room and placed him into the wooden drawer that had become his makeshift crib, then he returned and wrapped his wife in his arms. He was so proud of her.
“That’s wonderful news, lass. Now what are you going to do with it? Don’t tell me… it doesn’t belong in a museum, you want to leave it with the indigenous Shetlanders instead.”
Bobbie chuckled and shook her head. “No, I think this one really does belong in a museum. A Scottish museum. I’m still not very fond of the way the English ones simply pillage everything they can get their hands on then bung it in glass cases and spring it all on an unsuspecting public. In every other country, they’d call that theft.”
Sean nodded. He knew how strongly his wife felt about the expensive treasures that had been taken from Greece, Egypt, and many other countries, and which now resided in the British Museum.
“So, those worries you were having before about never finding that horn; never doing anything again…?” Sean prompted. He wanted her to recognize her feelings.
“Unfounded. Poppycock. Balderdash, even.” She kissed him lightly on the nose. “I was talking rot. I suppose I didn’t know any better. But it’s quite all right, because everything did change and nothing will ever be the same again, but all the good things in life were exactly where I left them before Arthur.”
“All?” Sean leaned in so close to her that he caught the scent of her soap. His wife never slathered herself in expensive perfumes or cosmetics, and he loved that about her. There was nothing at all contrived about Bobbie’s appearance. He breathed gently on the delicate skin of her neck and she moaned softly, making his cock stir.
He carefully unfastened her jacket and dropped it to the floor. She pressed her chest against his body, and the soft mounds sent his desire off the scale. He seized her shirt and tore it apart, allowing buttons to fly in all directions. He pulled it off her and discarded it, then opened her skirt and let it go, too. She stood in her underwear and stockings. Her figure was a little softer than before she’d been pregnant, and Sean liked her fuller body. He divested her of her underwear and appreciated her nakedness.
Since becoming a father, he’d become more dominant, something he tried to rein in for fear of making Bobbie unhappy. Now, that urge to take charge reared up. It made him want to take a risk, so he leaned over and whispered something into her ear that he’d wanted to do since he first met her. “Will you let me tie you up?”
She gasped, her eyes widened, and she pulled back.
“Wh-whatever do you mean?” she asked. He kept a poker face, but he wanted to chuckle. He was absolutely certain she was only playing at innocence.
“I’m the villain, and you’re the innocent heroine,” he murmured. “And I’m going to tie you to the railway tracks, just like at the pictures. Only, unlike in the movies, I’m going to part your delicious bottom cheeks and fuck you in the rear.”
Bobbie stared at him, and Sean had half a thought that he might have gone too far, but then the edges of her lips turned up.
“All right,” she replied. “You can tie me up. But I don’t think you have the right moustache to be a villain.”
“What am I, then?”
“My protector. My hero. My guardian…” she sighed softly.
Sean was surprised to hear her admit it. He’d saved her life about half a dozen times at this point, but always she’d brushed it off like it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Perhaps his guidance meant more to her than he’d thought.
“In which case, perhaps I should tie you up for being a naughty young lass who did something completely shocking.”
“Did I fail to reply to correspondence promptly? Or perhaps I neglected my hair…” Bobbie chuckled. Sean was sure that if he punished her for things like that, his hand would never stop swatting her bottom. But he didn’t want to spank her for something she really did, either, so he cast his mind around.
“You turned down a Nobel prize,” he accused.
Bobbie pretended to be shocked. “How very dare I?”
“The Swedes were furious. It caused a major diplomatic incident. I have no choice… but to tie you down and punish you.”
Bobbie sighed in mock resignation. “Well, if you have no choice… I suppose all I can do is submit to however much discipline you think is fitting.”
“Indeed. Now lie down over the bed.” Sean pointed at the rustic, wooden-framed bed that was covered with cosy tartan blankets. Bobbie obeyed. Seeing her doing as she was told was surprisingly arousing.
* * *
Bobbie wanted nothing more than to submit to Sean, but she knew she couldn’t simply give in like he was inherently better than her by dint of having a penis. When she lay down on the bed, she watched him out of the corner of her eye as he went to get some rope, then she leapt up and made a break for the bathroom. She had unlatched the window and was hoisting herself through it when he seized her around the waist and dragged her back into the room. Instead of the bed, he dumped her unceremoniously on the rug in front of the roaring log fire, and knelt over her. One of his hands gripped both of hers, and with his knee in the small of her back, she was well and truly overpowered.
“Do you give?” he asked, as she wriggled and struggled.
“Of course not!” she retorted, still trying to kick him.
“Then I’ll simply have to tie you down here.” Swiftly, he had rope looped around her wrists then he bound her ankles and lashed all four limbs together, so her knees were bent and her ankles were above her bottom. He sat back off her and she gasped for air.
“You’ll never get away with this!” she grumbled. “I’ve half a mind to scream!”
She glared a challenge at him. She needed to know how serious he was about making her obey. Would he really follow through? As she watched, Sean stretched a hand out and reached Bobbie’s discarded underwear. He stuffed it in her mouth. “Scream all you want. No one will come.”
She let out a muffled squeak and writhed on the floor as she tried to spit out her used knickers. She wondered what he would do if she had been wearing combinations.
“If you spit them out, I’ll replace them with mine.” His words sent a thrill through her, and she stopped trying to abandon the underwear. All the same, the taste of herself was curious; a tangy musk, quite unlike Sean’s own.
He ran a finger down the cleft of her buttocks and she shuddered.
“You’re completely helpless now. I can do whatever I want to you.”
Beyond the game they played, Bobbie understood the absolute truth of those words. Yes, she could demand he stop, but at the end of the day, she was the one hogtied on the floor, and he was the one who decided whether to give in to her demands or not.
She’d been tied up before, of course, in the various ignominious situations she frequently found herself in, but usually it was to prevent her escape and foiling of someone’s plot. She supposed she would foil Sean’s plans if she escaped. Unable to resist, she tried anyway. The ropes were tight, and she couldn’t pull her wrists away from her ankles.
Sean lightly stroked her pussy and she moaned through the panties in her mouth. His touch felt so good. Then, as he elicited sparks from her clitty, he trailed his fingertips to her opening and buried two fingers deep inside her.
She gurgled in delight as he awakened the bundle of nerves within her core, sending a glowing heat through her nether regions. Firmly, he stroked his fingers in and out of her, whilst another finger—or possibly a thumb, she couldn’t tell—caressed her clit.
The sensations he elicited were incredible, and something about being helplessly tied up in this position
made this feel more satisfying than usual.
The tingles built up, and soon Bobbie was on the edge of the abyss. Instead of pushing her over, however, Sean pulled his fingers out. She wanted to pout and complain, but the panties in her mouth prevented her from doing either.
He pressed the slick fingers against her bottom hole, and she gasped through the thin cotton. There had been a few times in the past when he’d fingered her rear, although that was as far as it ever went, and she had never been sure what the point was.
Now, however, she was so turned on that she craved this extra penetration, as his fingers slid in easily and seemed to press against the most unbelievably sensitive spots in her ass. Pumping his fingers in and out several times, he then slid them out and positioned the unmistakable head of his hard cock against her rear hole.
Bobbie gasped in a mixture of surprise and fear. They had never gone this far before. She was glad that he’d tied her down because she might be halfway to Norway by now otherwise. There was a big difference between what she wished she could do for her husband and what she could actually put up with. Perhaps that was why he’d tied her down and gagged her; to free her from being able to act on her fears, so she had to be present instead of trying to fight back or escape.
“Breathe for me, lass,” he murmured into her ear. “Breathe and let my cock fill you.”
Bobbie tried to follow his instructions as he continued to coax her body into opening up for him. The pressure from his cock was constant as he tried to gain entry, and her body just wanted to resist as he stretched her muscles, making them burn.
She wailed and bore down as his cock went all the way in, then, as she feared she couldn’t take any more, he paused.
“That’s it. Now we need to wait for your bottom to adjust.”
Bobbie was curious about where Sean had learned of such things, but her underwear held her tongue for her. As she waited, her bottom did indeed seem to relinquish its tight grip on Sean’s cock, and he very slowly pulled out a little way.
When he pushed back in, his cock seemed to invigorate thousands of special sparkling places within her rear, and Bobbie knew he was holding back as he moved slowly, letting her body come to terms with what was happening.
Before long, she gave out a muffled sigh of pleasure.
“By day, in the big wide world, you’re free to be the best antiquarian the world has ever seen, and I will raise you up like the princess you are. But at night, you’re mine, and I get to do whatever I want with you.” Sean’s voice was husky, and under other circumstances, Bobbie would have brushed it off as a throwaway line, but given that his cock was currently buried in her rear, she believed him.
Bobbie felt thoroughly possessed by the handsome Scotsman as he stroked into her bottom again, and her muscles clenched around him as they were stretched deliciously.
He increased his pace, plunging into her again and again as her bound body tumbled helplessly over the edge. She screamed through her panties as she exploded around his cock, straining against the ropes as sensations roiled through her whole body and filled her with glowing tingles like nothing they’d ever done before, as Sean stiffened and found his own release.
Afterwards, Sean pulled out, untied Bobbie, and drew her into a warm embrace.
“I love you, lass,” Sean murmured softly into her ear.
“I love you too.” Bobbie’s heart tingled, reminding her how true that statement was. They sat in silence for several minutes, staring into the flames thoughtfully. The peace was broken by Arthur’s soft cries. Bobbie scrambled to her feet, but Sean was faster.
“Stay here, lass. I can sort out the wee one.” He patted her hair reassuringly and Bobbie sank back down again, grateful for another moment of rest, as her strict but loving husband left the room to check on their precious baby. A slight queasiness in her stomach reminded her that she needed to tell him that Arthur quite probably had a brother or sister on the way.
The End
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