A Good Man, page 4
“Ohhhh,” she moaned again as she pushed her hips down onto his hand driving his finger even deeper. “What are you doing to me?”
“Showing you the marriage bed is nothing to be scared of,” he said to her, smiling at her. “Just do what feels good.” He pulled her earlobe into her mouth and sucked on it as he pulled the one finger out and pushed two back in preparing her for what was yet to come.
Ross pulled his soaking wet fingers out of her cunny and repositioned her so that her cunny now sat right upon his cock. He grabbed a breast in each hand and squeezed as he rocked his hips up making his cock slide between her folds and across that nub that was growing harder with each touch.
“What is that?” Angela asked.
“That’s my cock,” he told her. “Do you like that?” he asked as he again pushed his hips up making his cock slide through her folds and hit the spot again.
“I do,” she said and began to rock her hips herself as he played with her breasts and kissed her lips and neck.
Ross knew his wife had no idea that she was doing it. She began to rock faster and push down harder as his cock made contact with her nub. She began to breathe harder and louder with each pass. Knowing she was about to cum, he took hold of her hips, pulling her tightly onto him, she began to grind her cunny down on him. Then it happened, he felt her whole body tighten as her nub began to pulse against his cock. He quickly lifted his wife’s hips, aligning her opening with his cock, he pulled her back down as he thrust his hips up, tearing through her maidenhead in one motion.
“Ouch,” Angela cried out, the pain being overpowered by the orgasm she was still experiencing, her body convulsing with pleasure.
“The worst is over,” Ross told her as he stayed still inside of her, letting her body relax on top of him.
“That was the worst?” she asked when she could finally think again and process what had just happened.
“That was it,” he said. “Tell me if this hurts.” He pulled his hips back slightly, pulling out just an inch of his cock, before pushing back in.
“It stings a little,” she said.
“It’ll get better,” he said as he quickly flipped her over, while still inside her so that she was underneath him.
He then began pulling out and pushing back in just a bit more each time, carefully watching his wife’s reactions to make sure he wasn’t causing her any pain. Soon Angela forgot about the slight pinch of pain she’d felt at first. What Ross was doing to her began to feel so good she began thrusting her hips up to meet him, wanting more.
“Feel alright now?” he asked her.
“Aye, Ross,” she said. “Do it harder, please.”
“Your wish is my command, My Lady,” he said, chuckling as he pulled out and pushed back in harder than he had before.
Soon Ross slipped both arms underneath his wife’ knees pushing them up as far as they could go as he pulled out and thrust his cock back in. With each thrust, the pace became faster, and soon he was ramming into her as she moaned and squirmed underneath him. Once again Angela felt her body tighten and then the pleasure again overtook her. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she heard someone scream.
Ross was pleasantly surprised when his wife screamed and came, squeezing his cock so tight he was only able to thrust into her three more times before erupting himself. As soon as his climax was done, he collapsed on the bed next to her, and once again pulled her into his arms.
“So that’s what married people do?” she asked him smiling.
“That’s what they do,” he said smiling back.
“I’d like to try that again,” she said to him.
“Are you sore?” he asked.
“Aye,” she said.
“Then tomorrow, wife,” he answered her, pulling her head down onto his chest. “We’ve got the rest of our lives.”
Chapter 5 Lachlan Returns
“Has anyone seen my wife?” Ross asked his Da and Caiden Fraser who were sitting in the hall, each holding and playing with one of their granddaughters.
“She was with Jacqueline and Fiona last I seen,” Hamish told his son.
“Maybe they’re with Connor then,” Ross answered and walked to the table, then he smiled and said, “give me one of those babies.”
“I really don’t like having to share,” Hamish teased his son. “You’re just going to have to get one of your own.”
“Give us some time, Da,” Ross said laughing as his father handed him Annabelle. “She is so cute.”
“That she is, son,” Hamish said, as he made silly faces at the baby making her smile.
“You’re going to scare her, Da,” Ross said jokingly, turning away with the baby quickly.
“Never,” he said. “She loves her Grandda.”
“What’s everyone doing in here?” Connor asked as he walked into the hall with Fiona.
“I was looking for my wife; I heard she was with your wife and Fiona,” Ross answered looking at Fiona.
“Maybe she’s giving Angela a tour of Tarmon,” Connor said. “I told her not to leave the keep with this Lachlan fellow on the prowl.”
Ross noticed Fiona look away as Connor answered and directed his next question towards her, “do you know where the two of them are, Fiona?”
“Nay?” she answered, saying it more as a question.
“Are you trying to hide something, daughter?” Caiden asked her.
“Nay?” she again answered.
“I think you’re hiding something, sister,” Connor said to her, looking her right in the eye, “spill it.”
“I promised your wives I wouldn’t tell,” she said guiltily.
“Not tell us what, Fiona?” Connor asked her, becoming annoyed. Then he took a guess, “did they leave the keep?”
“They just went to the archery field,” Fiona said. She turned to Ross and asked, “did you know your wife shoots?”
“I didn’t know,” he said. “But that doesn’t make it alright for her to sneak off when Stewart is still about.”
“Agreed,” Connor said. “I plan on setting my wife straight as soon as I get her home.”
“I agree with that,” Ross said, handing the baby back to his Da. The two men headed for the door and the archery field.
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Jacqueline and Angela were having a grand time. Although Angela was not as good as Jacqueline, which not many people were, she could handle a bow quite well. “Who taught you to shoot?” Jacqueline asked her.
“My Da,” Angela answered. “With there only being daughters, he taught all of us how to handle a bow. Did you learn from your Da?”
“I learned from my brothers,” Jacqueline answered. “Mostly Eadan, Ross, Ham and Alastair.”
“I can’t wait to meet Eadan and Alastair and the others,” Angela told her truthfully. “I was so nervous about meeting your family, but you, Ham and your Da have been so kind it makes me want to meet the rest.”
“I’m glad,” Jacqueline told her. “I remember what it was like when I first came here and met Connor’s family. I was terrified; now I love them as much as my own family.”
“I can see how close you all are,” Angela said. “I want that too.”
“Just be yourself, and the rest of my brothers will love you as much as I do. I’m so glad you’re my new sister,” Jacqueline said; giving Angela a big hug which she gladly returned.
“Thank you, Jacqueline,” she said. “You’ve made things so much easier for me. Do you think we should head back before our husbands notice we’re gone.”
“It’s probably too late for that,” Jacqueline said laughing. “Knowing Connor, he already knows. Somehow he always knows when I go against his orders.”
“Aren’t you scared he’ll spank you?” Angela asked.
“I know he’ll spank me,” Jacqueline told her. “He hasn’t spanked me since I had the twins.”
“Are you saying you want him to spank you?” Angela asked surprised.
“It’s not the spanking I want,” Jacqueline told her. “It’s what comes after.”
“What comes after?” Angela asked her.
“I have a feeling you’re going to find out soon,” Jacqueline told her and pointed to their husbands, who they could see coming towards them still at a distance.
“We have a few minutes if you’d like to take another shot or two,” Jacqueline said to her giggling.
“How can you laugh knowing your husband is going to beat you?” Angela said, worried about what Ross was going to do to her.
“Neither of our husbands is going to beat us,” Jacqueline told her, “spank us, probably.”
Before Jacqueline had time to finish what she was going to say, three men came out of the trees on the side of the archery field with swords drawn. “Put down those bows, pretty ladies,” one of them said menacingly. “We’re being paid good money to take one of you, but I don’t have a problem with taking you both.”
“Being paid good money from who?” Jacqueline asked, stalling for time, knowing the men couldn’t see Connor and Ross heading towards them.
“From a very generous man who wants that one,” he said pointing at Angela.
“Lachlan Stewart?” Jacqueline shouted out. “Get yourself gone before you end up dead.”
“I’m not scared of no lady learning how to use a bow,” another one of the men said snickering. “Let’s just take them and leave. Lachlan can have his lady, and we’ll have fun with the other.”
Jacqueline had heard enough, as the men stepped forward, she drew an arrow and loaded her bow, letting the arrow fly before any of the men could react. Her arrow hit the crass man dead center in his chest. Jacqueline was surprised when another arrow hit the man standing next to him in the stomach, dropping him to his knees.
“You killed him,” said the third man. “You bitch,” he said and stood to attack again. “You killed me brother.”
Again Jacqueline pulled an arrow and let it fly the same time Angela did, both arrows striking the man, making him drop instantly. Jacqueline looked up just in time to see her husband running towards her as he swept her up into his arms, Ross did the same to Angela.
“Are you both alright?” Ross asked. “What’s going on?”
“Those men came out of the trees and said they were going to take us,” Jacqueline said, as a tear rolled down each of her cheeks. “They said they were hired by Lachlan Stewart to get Angela, and they were going to keep me for themselves.”
“This is why I wanted you to stay in the keep, wife,” Connor angrily told her. “We’ll be discussing this in private when we get back to the castle.”
Connor let go of his wife and went to check on the three men. Two were dead and the third badly wounded. “Let’s get this one back to the keep and question him. Maybe he can tell us where Lachlan Stewart is. I’ll help you track the bastard down; no one threatens my wife.
“Agreed,” said Ross. He turned to Angela and said quietly, “we’ll also be having a private discussion in our room.”
Connor and Ross each took one of the man’s arms, half carrying and half dragging him back to the keep where he was turned over to William and Angus for questioning.
“See if you can find out where Lachlan Stewart is,” Connor told Angus. “I’ll check in with you soon.” He then took his wife by the arm leading her into the hall and up the stairs. As he passed his and Jacqueline’s fathers, he said, “keep the babies for a little bit. I need to talk to my wife.”
“My wife and I also need a private discussion,” said Ross as he led Angela up the stairs behind them, and into their own room, closing the door and barring it behind him.
“Please don’t beat me, Ross,” Angela said to him, she was shaking she was so scared.
“Do you really think I’m the kind of man who would beat my wife?” Ross asked her.
“You are going to,” she said. “I can tell.”
“Nay,” Ross said, “I’ve told you before I’ll never beat you, but I am going to spank you till you promise to listen to what I tell you.”
“I’ll promise now,” she told him.
“Not good enough,” he said. “Do you even realize, you could have been taken today by those men? God only knows what they would have done to you or my sister.”
“I know,” Angela said to him. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.”
“You’re going to be even sorrier soon. I want you to take off your dress. I’ll let you keep your shift on since this is your first serious punishment,” he told her.
“Nay,” Angela said. “I’m sorry.”
“Take off the dress, Angela, or I’ll start adding extras with the strap,” Ross calmly told her.
Angela wasn’t sure what was going to happen but knew she didn’t want to earn any extras. She quickly stripped down until just her shift remained. Ross grabbed the chair from the desk that sat in the corner and brought it to the middle of the room. Sitting down, he called his wife over to him.
“Come here, wife,” he said. Angela very slowly walked towards him. “Lay yourself over my lap.”
“I can’t-do that, Ross,” she said.
“You have ten seconds, and then I start adding extras,” he calmly told her. Angela thought about it for a second and then laid herself across his knees feeling both scared and silly.
Ross wasted no time, grabbing the bottom of her shift and pulling it up exposing her bare arse cheeks. “Nay, Ross,” she cried trying to reach back and pull her shift back down.
Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack. “Put your hands down on the floor, now, Angela,” he told her.
“But you can see everything,” she complained, not wanting to reach back and earn extras, but not being able to put her hands down.
Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack. “None of this count towards your punishment until your hands are down,” Ross told her. Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack.
“They’re down,” she said, putting her hands down on the floor below her.
“Better,” he said as he rubbed her arse which had turned a nice pink color. “Now let me explain what is going to happen. You have fifty spanks with my hand coming.”
“Fifty? You’ll kill me if you hit me fifty times,” Angela complained already crying.
“Nay,” he said. “It won’t kill you. I do want you to think about what those men would have done to you if they had gotten hold of you. You’d be begging for just fifty swats on your arse.”
“You’re right, Ross,” Angela said, thinking about what Lachlan would have done to her if the men would have even turned her over to him.
“Let’s get this over with then,” Ross said and began. Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack. Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack. Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack. Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack. Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack. “That’s thirty, wife,” he said, rubbing her cheeks that were now beginning to turn red. “I just want to keep you safe. I’m beginning to fall in love with my wife, and I wouldn’t want anything to happen to her now.”
“You’re falling in love with me?” Angela asked.
“Definitely,” Ross answered as he began again. Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack. Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack. Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack. “That’s fifty,” Ross said.
“Can I get up now?” Angela asked him sniffling.
“Not yet,” he told her. “We aren’t quite done yet.”
“You said fifty spanks,” Angela cried.
“I said fifty spanks to start,” Ross replied. “I’m going to let you up, and I want you to go get your hairbrush off the table and then come back to this position.”
“Please, Ross, no more,” Angela said and began crying harder.
“Do as I say, wife,” Ross told her and stood her on her feet. Angela did as he asked, handing him the hairbrush and getting back into position.
“Just ten more,” Ross told her. “These are to remind you that I only tell you not to do things to keep you safe. Once Stewart is gone for good, I won’t keep you from doing the things you enjoy. I’ll even take you to the archery range and shoot with you.”
“I am sorry I didn’t listen, Ross,” Angela said as the brush came down on her sit spot for the first time. Splat. “Ouch,” she screamed. “I can’t take that, Ross, it’s too much.”
“You’ll take it,” Ross said and continued with the rest of the punishment. Splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat. “And we’re done,” Ross said pulling her up to sit on his lap and putting his arms around her. Angela winced as her arse came in contact with his leg.
“I don’t ever want you to do that to me again,” Angela cried into his chest.
“I won’t have to if you listen to what I say. Believe it or not, I didn’t enjoy it,” Ross told her.
“My arse hurts,” Angela said to him.
“Want me to kiss it and make it better?” Ross asked her, smiling at her.
“That only works for children,” Angela said, although she did grin at him.
“Oh it works on wives too,” Ross said. “Let me show you.” He then picked her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down, so her head, torso, and hips were on the bed with her legs hanging over the side.
Ross dropped to his knees on the floor in front of her and spread her legs wide. “Ross,” she squealed, trying to close her legs.
“Trust me,” he said to her. “You’re going to love this.” He then leaned forward, taking the sides of her cunny in his hands and pulling them apart, baring her opening and clit. He leaned forward more and ran his tongue from her opening all the way up over her clit, making it jump and pulse.
“Oh,” she said and laid back.
Ross chuckled and did it again, and again, and again. On the last pass, he held his tongue in place on the nub that was beginning to harden. He took his hand and placed a finger at her opening swirling it around in the wetness that was beginning to collect there.
