STORY EXCERPT

Jane was looking pale, and Angus was worried. She’d needed a hip operation, and although his friend, whom he trusted implicitly, had done the surgery and was very pleased with the result, Jane had not recovered her spirits. Physically she was fine. She was walking well and in no more pain. Angus could see no sign of the return of the bounce in her step and the mischief in her eyes, and he was concerned. He’d tried to speak to her about it, and every time he had broached the subject for the following few days she made a supreme effort to be lively, only to lapse into lethargy again. I have to do something, but what? I can’t stand seeing her like this, but how am I to make her better if she won’t admit there’s anything wrong? Time to have an event, I think. It’s got too cold for a garden party. In any case, I don’t think she’s ready for anything too strenuous yet. Christmas is still two months away, but I’m sure I can organise something she’d like. She loves Christmas, and a fairy-tale castle overlooking a loch is just what she needs. That will get her interested, and all the plans she will have to make and the gifts she will have to buy will leave her little time to brood. He looked up the number online.

“Hello. Angus Scott here. I was wondering if you have any events planned for Christmas this year.”

“It’s odd you should say that. We had a large party book the whole castle over Christmas and Hogmanay, but they just cancelled, so I am afraid we have nothing planned yet.”

“The whole castle is available then to hire?”

“Indeed it is.”

“Then I will take it. Does the staff go with the castle?”

“Yes, sir, they do. The hire includes the staff and all meals. Do you want it for Christmas and Hogmanay, too?”

The cost made Angus blink a little, but then he thought of the benefit to his Jane, and the cost was immaterial. He agreed they should send him the menus for approval, and he began to plan and made a list of all the friends he’d like to invite. Maybe I ought to hand that side of things over to Jane. Maybe not. I know, I’ll let her think we’re going away alone together, and then when she gets there and all her nearest and dearest are there, she’ll be delighted. Most of their friends were in the lifestyle, so what about that son of hers? Well they wouldn’t be taking the BDSM equipment with them and surely they could keep the truth from him and his wife for ten days or so, if he was able to come. He smiled broadly for the first time for weeks and began to plot. He picked up the 'phone and began his campaign.

“Lennox, what are you doing for Christmas?”

Lennox laughed. “Hello to you, too, Father. I have no idea. It’s two months to Christmas, and Anna hasn’t even mentioned it.”

“She may not have mentioned it, but she will have ideas of her own, rest assured.”

“Okay, I can ask her. Why do you want to know?”

“Well, you know Jane is still not herself. She pretends for a while when I ask her if she’s doing okay, but soon lapses back into introspection, lethargy, whatever you want to call it.” Angus didn’t want to call it what he suspected. He was almost certain Jane was depressed. After his experiences with his first wife, he had a horror of the condition, and thinking that his lovely Jane might just be heading that way was too much to bear. He was going to do his level best to shake her out of it, without the aid of anti-depressants.

“Yes, Anna and I had noticed. She makes a great effort when we are there, but the sparkle and bounce is just not in her.”

“Exactly so. Now, she loves Christmas, and by this time she is usually knee-deep in gifts and lists. So far this year she hasn’t said one word about it. That in itself tells its own story. It’s not like her at all. I was thinking that we could organise a surprise for her. I have booked a castle…” He got no further. Lennox burst out laughing.

“Not doing things by halves then?”

“No, son, where she’s concerned, I’d give my whole fortune to have her whole and happy again.” Angus was serious and worried.

At once Lennox replied,

“Sorry, Father. Yes I know how you feel about her. So I assume the castle is in the highlands? Wait a minute, not that one?”

“Yes, son, that one. She loves it. We have it on shortbread tins and in cross-stitch pictures on the wall. Every year she buys their calendar. She will love it. If anything can bring her back to me, it’s a big family Christmas up there.”

ADULT EXCERPT

“Now, mo run, I am going to make love to you like I haven’t done for a while.” He led her over to the bed. Her limbs began to shake from arousal and anticipation. He picked up his bag from the floor and took out a soft leather belt. He fastened it securely but not too tightly around her waist.

“For the last few weeks I have been very gentle with you, first because of your operation, then because you seemed to prefer it that way. I haven’t heard the sounds I love to hear coming from your mouth. No!” He put a finger to her lips to stop whatever reply she had been going to make.

“I do know why, and I understand. Tonight you belong to me. I want your sighs moans, pants, and sobs, and you aren’t having the use of your hands to prevent them.” As he spoke, he took first one wrist then the other and wrapped them carefully in the soft leather cuffs attached to the belt. He checked each wrist to make sure the binding was not too tight and she was comfortable. He helped her up onto the bed and settled her with her head and shoulders propped on the pillows and her legs apart. Jane was trembling, and she felt the moisture pool in her pussy and slip down her thighs.

“Are you comfortable, my little darling? I know your hip has healed, but if at any time you are in discomfort from it, I must know at once.”

He broke off one perfect, apricot rose, and making sure there were no thorns to pierce her tender flesh, he placed the rose behind her ear and kissed the tip of her nose. Then he went over to the other side of the bedroom and very slowly pulled his shirt off over his head, folding it before he placed it carefully on the chair. Jane’s breath hitched. She loved the sight of him naked. She knew he loved to tease her. His hand headed for the strap of his sporran, and he took it off and placed it on top of the shirt. He didn’t look at her, but Jane knew

he was aware of her breathing and her every reaction to him.

He unbuckled his kilt and folded it carefully, placing it over the back of the chair. Lifting one foot onto the chair, he unlaced his brogues, pushing his woollen stockings down and off his foot with the shoe. He removed the Scott tartan flashes from the stocking, carefully inserting them both into his shoe. Jane got tantalising glimpses of his balls as he bent over, just as she knew he’d intended. She began to pant. He repeated the operation with the other foot.

Jane was wriggling and squirming in her impatience, and she heard him chuckle. He turned to face her after retrieving something from his bag. As he walked to the bed, she saw something black dangling from his hand, but her eyes were drawn to the engorged cock that bobbed from the nest of black and silver hairs at his groin. The head was fat, shiny, and purple. The long, ropey vein throbbed, and pearly drops escaped from his slit. She licked lips gone suddenly dry.

“I want to blindfold you now, mo run,” he growled. He placed the black scarf over her eyes, and she lifted her head to help him as he tied it. She settled back down on the pillows as he sat on the bed beside her. She listened avidly to what he was doing. There was a snap of some plastic lid, and then she gasped as a cold cream was smoothed over both her breasts. His long, strong fingers soothed her as he smeared whatever it was until it covered her to his satisfaction. Then she caught the sound of the lid being replaced and another being removed. Something was placed on each nipple.

He chuckled and removed the blindfold. She saw her breasts were mounds of white cream with a cherry on each nipple. She watched him as, looking her in the eyes, he bent to lick the cream off. She arched her back and moaned as his tongue rasped over her. His mouth closed over the cherry, and he took it into his mouth, sucking in her nipple at the same time. He nipped the tip between his teeth, and holding it there, he flicked his tongue back and forth then suckled hard, and she shrieked.

“Ah how I have missed that,” Angus said with a sigh, releasing her nipple with a 'plop' and turning his attentions to her other breast. Jane was writhing under him. She panted and sobbed, but he wouldn’t go faster. He’d said he was going to make her scream, and scream she did as he suckled the other nipple and nipped at it with his strong teeth. He moved between her thighs and held them apart with his shoulders. He pushed her knees up as far as he knew was comfortable for her, exposing her open pussy for his delight. His mouth descended on her clit as his fingers penetrated her pussy, stroking over her G-spot. Her head thrashed from side to side. Her sobbing moans filled the air. His fingers thrust in and out of her pussy, twisting and scissoring until she begged.

“Please, Master, please. Make me come. I can’t wait.”

His mouth was on her clit, his tongue flicking over the swollen, needy, little bud. Then came a strong suckle, and she shrieked as she reached her climax. He drove her on to a second one. Lights flashed behind her eyelids. Pleasure flooded her. Her limbs shook and she trembled as she rode out her release. When the after-shocks had ceased, Angus gathered her into his arms and held her close to his chest.