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Pre-read by Heather and Abby…They already know how this ends;)

This chapter has been officially "Tripped" out by my magnificent BETA, Trip! I have a HUGE girl crush on this woman!

Hey there, my dears. So, so, so sorry about the wait. The holidays were brutally busy, though I enjoyed every moment, if I'm honest. I live quite far from my family and I had several visiting at different times so that made the holiday very nice indeed. Cut into my writing time but it was nice all the same.

Confession time. This chapter was meant to follow another chapter but no matter how long I worked I couldnt' make the other one work. It all came out sounding rather clinical. I'm hoping to make it an outtake one day but I make no promises. After this we have two more chapters, one of which is the epi.

Thank you all for your amazing words of encouragement and praise. It warms my heart and tickles my toes;)


Losing My Virginity

Today is the day. He called me Thursday night and explained that after our Wednesday session, he believed I was ready to take our relationship to a more serious level. He didn't go into detail but I have a feeling he plans on collaring me as well as fucking me.

Even thinking those words makes me blush. While I'm much more comfortable with my body and all the sexy words he's taught me, I still feel a bit naughty saying them myself.

I rush around my room in the manor, whistling a happy little tune and giggling periodically. I've been waxed, plucked, buffed, and moisturized like no one's business and find myself waffling between wearing the lacy green ensemble he's picked out or the short pleated kilt in his clan's tartan with a pair of emerald nipple rings.

It seems more fitting to give myself to him in the colors of his ancestry. More fitting and considerably more perverted. The thought makes me giggle again.

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Head down, bottom firmly placed on heels, thighs open, hands behind my back. I'm quite proud of the fact that I mastered Sir's preferred poses so quickly. My presentation never fails to make him smile and give me a good pat for a job well done.

Just as a smug smile flits across my face I hear the rhythmic thump of heavy boots against stone. He's coming and the knowledge sets my nerves tingling.

"Och, well done, lass. I was hopin' ye'd pick that braw skirt for tonight. Are ye ready for what I've got planned? Ye may speak."

"Yes, Sir."

"Brilliant. Now, stand and look at me. I've got a serious question to ask that needs all yer attention."

I work on autopilot but there's an extra buzz to my every move. I'm so excited it practically oozes from my skin.

"Sir."

"Indeed. Lass, do ye give yerself to me willingly, for my enjoyment and yer fulfillment?"

"I do, Sir."

"Will ye follow all rules set oot afore ye withoot question and speak the proper words if somethin' feels amiss to ye?"

"I will, Sir."

"Aye, good, good. Now, here's the part ye've no heard afore. Lass, will ye let me be Master o'er ye while we're safe in this room and, at times we agree upon, while we're outside these walls? Will ye submit to me body and mind, lass?"

My eyes well up with tears and open wide at his words. I expected to be asked this exact thing, but the reality is far more emotional than I'd imagined.

"I will, Sir…Master. Please."

Soothing hands run up and down my arms until they land on my shoulders and push down lightly. He's asking without words for me to kneel in front of him. He wants me to prove my words and submit now. I do so without hesitation.

Head bent, I feel the weight and coolness of metal around my neck as he fastens my collar. He does not present it to me for my approval. It's not needed nor would I give it. I'm just happy to be accepting whatever he deems fit. If I had to guess I'd say it was a choker of some sort and simple in design. I'm sure I'll have a chance to see it later in my room.

His hands fall away and I can see the muscles in his thighs go rigid before he speaks. He's wearing my favorite kilt tonight. It's black leather and made for easy access. He could have me six ways to Sunday and never take it off.

"Take me oot, lass and show me your appreciation."

My fingers, more nimble than they were two months ago when we started, open the flap in the front and fasten it to keep it from being in the way. My mouth salivates to have him in it and I drool slightly as I fight to accommodate his large cock.

"So good, lass. That's it. Suck harder, lass. Ye know what I want. Show me how much ye adore yer Master."

His words spur me on as I suck his cock in greedy mouthfuls. The moment his hands grab my hair I go boneless from the waist up and let him fuck my mouth. He's taught me how to relax my throat to make it easier to take him in. Receiving blowjobs is one of his favorite things, so we spent an inordinate amount of time making sure I could do it right.

"Fucking hell, lass. Such a good mouth. But I think I shouldnae keep going or we'll ne'er make it to the big show, ye ken?"

Looking up I see him smirking down at me and I smile, resuming my kneeling presentation until he's ready for me.

His booted feet make muffled thuds as he walk toward the large cabinet.

"On the bed, lass. I'm no goin' to take ye yer first time on the floor."

I rise to standing and walk to the large bed in the corner. He has it covered in the softest green cotton sheets that set off the dark brown of the wood. I can almost imagine myself sitting in a forest, a thought that calms me considerably.

"Lay down and wait for me."

There's more rustling from the direction of the wardrobe and then all I hear are footsteps before he sits beside me on the bed. His fingers smooth over my legs and under the small skirt to play with my clit.

"Because this is yer first time, lass, I want ye to talk to me. No punishment for telling me how ye feel or if ye're hurting, ye ken. I want to make this good for ye."

My breath hitches with anticipation. His voice is so sweet and caring. When our eyes meet I know he'll take care of me. He'll make sure this will be a night I remember warmly.

"Yes, Master."

"Good. Are ye ready, Isabella?"

I'm not sure how he expects me to answer when he's stealing my thoughts with his wicked mouth and tongue, which is currently running a trail down my stomach from my emerald clad nipples.

"Isabella?"

His voice holds a note of a threat and I find my voice.

"Yes, Master. I'm so ready. Please."

"So anxious, lass. It's one of my favorite traits." He chuckles and rips the skirt clean in half before diving in to devour my pussy. The scream I let fly is hardly from fear, unless you count fear of death due to multiple orgasms.

"Oh fuck. Yes. Right there, Master."

Gods above but he has the most talented mouth this side of the Atlantic. It swirls and dips into my pussy, tickling my entrance and making me whimper loudly. He'd already taken the liberty of breaking my hymen a few weeks ago so that tonight could be solely about pleasure. At the time I didn't think much of it, as it was a thoroughly pleasurable experience those weeks ago but as he moves to put a third finger in me, I'm grateful for his foresight. The stretch alone burns a little and he's far larger than three fingers.

"There ye go, lass. Ye'll be ready for me in no time. Mmmmm, look at that bonnie puss. So pink, and wet." He nips my hipbone, and my body responds by arching. My pussy is pushed further onto his hand for more pressure, more friction, more everything.

"Need more, Master. Please."

A loud and rough groan fills the air, replacing my whining cries.

"Ye want more, lass, then ye'll get it."

He climbs up my body, making sure to keep skin-on-skin contact the entire way and settles over me, his hands on either side of my head.

"I've been looking forward to this since the day I picked ye up off the street, lass."

His comment makes me giggle.

"What's so funny?"

I'd worry that I upset him but he's smiling that amazing smile he has that makes his whole face light up.

"Ye may speak yer mind, lass."

"You make it sound as though you found me penniless and floundering in the gutter, Master. I'm not sure I like the cheesy romance novel quality."

"Och, but ye're a cheeky one when I give ye leave, arenae ye? Well, I think I've got just the thing to steal that cheek away."

The lapping of his tongue on my tight nipples heightens his slow entry. I arch into him just as he pulls one of the snuggly fitted rings fit off my hardened buds then moves to the other, repeating the action. Once they're free of decoration he lavishes them with attention until I buck my hips into him to let him know I'm comfortable and ready.

God am I ready. My body is strung so tight that the fluttering rasp of his pelvis against my clit nearly sends me hyperventilating.

Push.

Pull.

Arch.

A few more flexes of his hips and I find my legs hitched around his waist. With the change in position his pelvis rakes across my clit with more pressure and sends me spiraling. My hands fly to his ass and pull him tight against me as I move myself along his cock, rubbing my clit on his sweaty flesh in time with my cries.

"OH….FUCK….YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…"

Over the last two months I've been honored to receive some amazingly powerful orgasms but nothing prepares me for this. The feel of him moving inside of me, filling me up is mind blowing.

As my blunt nails dig into the firm flesh of his ass I feel him tense and bite my nipple before he groans low.

"Fucking hell, Isabella!"

A few more sporadic pumps of his hips and he collapses on top of me. The weight is welcomed and serves to calm my racing heart.

"Thank you, Mas…Ed…Mas…"

"I think we both deserve a thanks, Isabella…lass. How do ye feel?"

"Like I'm floating, Master."


Hoping to post the next chapter in a week. I PROMISE not to make you wait so long again and the epilogue is already finished;)

xoxo

V