Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Luna
There were so many times today when I’d wanted to shout and laugh with the wonder of it all. I’d only seen the main parts of Glasgow, but already I was in love with Scotland and never wanted to leave. That wasn’t the best part though, it was Artair. He seemed as blown away as I was, and he’d been born here. In fact, his bloodline had originated here several hundred years ago.
It wasn’t until seeing the sunset that I realized I’d had enough magic for one day and was in need of an entirely different kind of wonderment—Artair. He’d been so good to me, and I wanted to let him know how much I appreciated his patience playing tour guide and gifting me with an incredible new wardrobe.
He surprised me though, with his intensity during the sunset. All thoughts of showing him appreciation quickly fled, replaced with a deep-seated hunger to be at his mercy and feel him inside of me.
Last night had been mind-blowing. I’d never been spanked before, and despite the pain, the pleasure morphed into the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. I hoped to have another one tonight. Mind you, I didn’t have a whole lot of experience to compare to. At least not in real time. Having grown up poor, I’d started an account on FeetingFans in my teens, when feet were a new rage and in the early days of becoming a thing.
The one extracurricular my parents were able to offer had unknowingly become the key to making money online. I’d chosen ballet, and there was a strength, and from what I’ve been told, a sexy deformity from wearing pointe shoes that people wanted. I made money fast on the app. Enough to apply to college after graduating high school and pay my tuition up front for my first year, including living quarters.
In university, I’d managed to get my hands on a pair of used Jimmy Choos at a high-end gently used store in Vancouver and grown a second account on the site. No one knew about my extracurriculars. My parents believed me when I said I’d gotten a full ride to SFU.
I’d packed the shoes for my trip, in case I decided to stay abroad longer and needed to make money while being away. I had them shoved in a sack at the very bottom of the backpack that I used as my daytime purse. But with the recent events of being outed on my original account by an asswipe of a stalker, I’d stopped doing videos when he asked me to shove my toe shoe somewhere it shouldn’t be. In that moment, I was tossed into a life I didn’t understand, nor was I prepared for. It was all fun and games until it wasn’t. As it was, the account I’d grown the largest was my primary source of income, but I still had my thesechoosweremadeforwalking account and thankfully I’d had the foresight to use a completely different IP address when I started it.
Still, when I’d left Vancouver, I couldn’t shake the feeling that my creepy account guy, oofootlover was somehow stalking me. Being with Artair had helped me stabilize and forget much of my paranoid thinking. My desires overrode any worries. I wanted more of last night; his hands marking my bottom, and I needed to feel his hard length buried inside of me, taking me on a journey that offered me a mental vacation from my worries.
He was a lawyer. What would he think of me if he knew the truth about who I was? I doubted he'd help me if push came to shove. What would his peers think of him spending time with a college dropout who sold pictures of her feet on the internet?
Artair was wealthy; this was evident from the almost mile-long driveway that led to the family castle, and by the fact that he had a family castle. I didn’t know a darn thing about the wealthy families in Scotland or who was who, but it was clear that the McFarlanes were one of them. He was part of what he referred to as the peerage, a representative in the house of commons. If what I did leaked out, it could end his career. That was a sobering thought, but I promised myself I’d leave before I’d let that happen. For now, being here with him, scrutinized by his hungry gaze, I was exactly where I wanted to be.
His intensity sent tingles of heat to all the right places. Being the center of this man’s attention was a dream come true. I needed this and was pretty sure he did too. He sat down on a great chaise lounge situated at the foot of his bed and drew me between his legs.
“Luna, this is not a punishment, but I will press the limits of your endurance.”
Music to my ears. “Test away, Daddio.” I couldn’t hold back the little smirk when his eyes rounded. I guessed he hadn’t expected my glib remark.
He reached around and squeezed the flesh of my bottom. “You like being cheeky.”
It wasn’t a question.
“Taming you will be so much fun.”
A frisson of nerves speared me, but those quickly settled in the wake of his twinkling eyes that held an excitement to match my own. His deep, growly voice echoed through my flesh, bringing on a bout of shivers.
“Are you going to obey me, Luna?”
I gulped. This suddenly felt very real, and I didn’t know if I was ready to completely obey anyone. I never had before and had been known mostly as a silly, disobedient young woman by my peers. I had purposely disobeyed many things growing up and had often fallen into trouble as a result. But that wasn’t who I was; he’d seen right through me before I’d been aware he existed. Maybe this was a chance to be who I truly was and let myself shine through my brattiness.
“I’ll do my best, Sir,” I said, and I meant it.
He searched my eyes a moment longer, stripping me bare of all my armor. “Over my lap, little one, it’s time for you to fly.”
If by flying, he meant more of what happened last night, then I was all in. He tipped me over his muscular thighs in one def movement. With my denim jeans serving as a frame for my bottom, I was left feeling vulnerable and unsure, and my hands flew back to cover myself before he’d even begun.
“Being naughty already, little one?”
How could I explain the vulnerability that showed up unannounced and waylaid me?
He sat me up on his lap. Unbidden tears escaped, tracking down my cheeks and dripping off my chin.
“Tell me what’s bothering you, Luna.”
“I don’t know!” I cried out.
He crushed me to his chest, rocking us from side to side. “If I use a thick baroque accent will that make you feel better?” He spoke in a low guttural language I didn’t recognize, except that he sounded like Jamie Fraser from Outlander and I really, really liked it.
I couldn’t hold back the giggles. “You’re full of surprises, Daddy.”
He released me from the tight embrace and pinned me with his gaze.
“You aren’t afraid of me, are you?”
“No. Definitely not. Honestly, life has been pretty nice since we met. I just felt vulnerable and that scared me.”
He appeared to ponder what I shared. “I think we need to feed you before we move on. Would you be more comfortable in your hotel room?”
Crap! Now I've gone and done it. I crossed my arms and pouted. It was my defense move, as well as me digging in my heels. “No. I said I felt vulnerable. Why are you turning this into something bigger than it is?” My voice had been slowly rising and despite knowing this, I was incapable of stopping myself.
Sliding off his lap and standing, I pulled up my pants. “This is stupid. I’m going home.” I only took one step before being stopped and tossed once more over Artair’s thighs.
“I see you need a lesson in how to speak honestly and calmly.”
His hand landed on my bottom with way more force than last night. I squealed in shock at the heat penetrating through my jeans. His hand was like a paddle, swatting my naughty bottom without mercy. I howled with each stroke, kicking my legs and fighting him.
“You’re mean!” I screamed.
“Actually, I’m quite reasonable," he responded calmly. He tugged my pants down to where they’d been before and stood up, placing my knees on the chaise lounge he’d just vacated, with my chest on the bed. “Stay,” he ordered.
I glared over my shoulder. “What if I don’t want to?” Why was I challenging this man and making it harder on myself? I’d never understood how I could suddenly lose my shit but here it was, rearing its ugly head once again, only this time with someone who meant business. There was no way in hell he was going to let me get away with the nonsense that others had overlooked in the past.
“But you do want it, lass, or you wouldn’t be acting like a little brat.”
I couldn’t deny his statement and stayed in place, but still glared at him over my shoulder. I wouldn’t completely comply, yet. He needed to prove to me that he was worthy to be called Daddy, or Sir, but as to why this was suddenly important, I couldn’t say.
Artair tugged his belt through the loops, folded it in half and with his eyes on mine, purposely snapped it. The loud sound broke me out of my defiance. But it was too late to take back what I’d said, and I watched in fascination as the belt cut through the air and heard the crack of it landing on my unprotected flesh seconds before the bloom of stinging heat engulfed my backside.
“Owie!”
“You will receive eleven more strokes of the belt, Luna, and if you can stay still, your punishment will end there. If not, then you will receive twelve more and then sit naked on the floor at my side and eat your dinner from my hand.”
His words shocked me to my core, enough so that when the next lash landed, I was so busy processing what sitting naked on the floor at his feet would be like, that the fiery stripe he left was second to my thoughts.
He provoked multiple questions and feelings about the dynamic of our burgeoning relationship. He’d said he wasn’t acting like a Dom, but was a Dom. I’d read enough to know what that meant, but nothing in my limited experience had prepared me for a man who was honest, upfront, and willing to keep his word, especially when it came to addressing my behavior.
His previous stroke may have gone unnoticed, but the rest were brutal enough to have me tap dancing between each one. When the twelfth lash landed on my sit-spot, I howled out loud.
Artair stroked my bottom, gently squeezing and rubbing until the sting shifted into a deep resonant heat that permeated all my private bits. Like the night before, I was needy for more of him and what he had to offer.
“Please, Artair, I need you.” I glanced over my shoulder, and our gazes held. “Please,” I begged.
He stood back and toed off his shoes and dropped his pants and boxers. His cock sprang free, jutting out before him. This was my first time seeing what I’d only felt through his pants, and I was not disappointed. It was huge, just like the rest of him.
He took off his shirt. Muscles upon muscles met my eye. The man had the most gorgeous body I’d ever seen. Given where he lived, he should have been pale, but he wasn’t, his skin was a light golden tan instead. My eyes dropped back below his hips. Could such a large member fit inside of me? A shudder moved through me and my senses heightened.
He stepped out of his pants and boxers that had pooled at his feet. Scooping me into his arms, he placed me reverently on the bed and climbed between my thighs, pressing the tip of his cock against my opening.
“Is this what you want, lass?”
“Aye. I mean, yes, Sir.”
“Keep your eyes on me, no closing them.”
He sunk past my slick opening and my walls stretched to accommodate his size. Artair’s irises looked like hell surrounded by a halo of gold. Keeping my eyes open was easy when gazing into such an unusual color.
I’d never been penetrated so deeply and I wasn’t even sure if he was fully inside of me yet. As if reading my thoughts, he lifted my legs and placed them over his shoulders, sinking in the rest of the way. I tensed, wondering if he’d split me in two.
“Ahh!” A wave of ecstasy penetrated every nerve ending and my body spasmed, and erupted in a massive orgasm that I didn’t have time to chase to its conclusion. Slamming into my spasming pussy, Artair continued to deliver one mind-blowing orgasm after another, until I had no energy left, or so I thought. He pulled out and shifted me to my knees and elbows before reentering me.
His huge cock was hitting a place so deep, it instantly triggered a release. “Fucckkk!” I hissed as the orgasm hit me hard. My exhaustion instantly shifted to an animal need.
“Yes-yes-oh my god-Daddy!”
My inner walls milked his hard length, and he roared as he pumped his seed deep inside of me. The hot spurts set me off on a second wave and my world imploded into shaking limbs and a spasming cunt as a massive orgasm rolled through me. I felt my eyes roll back in my head and when he released my hips, I fell forward onto my tummy, momentarily stunned.
Artair rolled down and tugged me against his muscular frame. Are you all right, lass?”
I had to tell my brain to speak as my lips seemed incapable of moving, along with the rest of me. “I can’t move. Staying conscious is a fight and my lips don’t want to work. What’s wrong with me?”
His hand stroked my hair, the gesture soothing. “I believe they call that a sex coma.”
I couldn’t hold back the giggle which instantly restored me from the odd sort of paralysis I’d been experiencing. “A what? Is that like a food coma?”
It was Artair’s turn to chuckle. “Yes. It's a momentary dysfunction of the neural circuitry function caused from experiencing extensive sexual satisfaction.”
His voice held a note of pride which I yearned to bust with a snarky comment. I held myself back and that was a sign that I was back in control. I inwardly sighed with relief. Maybe now I could keep myself out of trouble for the rest of the evening, but if all my troubles ended with a sex coma, maybe being naughty wasn’t such a bad thing.
My stomach growled loudly.
“That’s my cue. I’ll have our dinner delivered while you shower.”
Food and a shower sounded perfect. Artair carried me to the ensuite and placed me on my feet. He turned on the shower and tested the water, and when he decided it was perfect, bade me to step in.
Jets at varying strengths delivered divine sensations to my battered body. I yelped when the hot water sprayed my ass, and Artair laughed before leaving me to it.
The shower was big enough for four people and the tallest I’d ever been in, which made sense considering whom it belonged to. I washed my hair with an eco-friendly product that smelled of ginger and lemons and made my hair feel like silk.
When I was done with my hair, I stood with my legs wide apart, allowing the smaller jets to hit my private parts, washing away our mingled excitement. When I exited the bathroom a few minutes later, I followed the scent of something delicious to the private table set in front of a roaring fire in what he called the solar room .
He held my chair out and tucked me in. The table was decorated with candles and enhanced with the firelight provided a romantic vibe. Set in front of me was a dish covered by a dome. Artair removed the cover to reveal steak and vegetables done in a hollandaise sauce.
He lifted another dome off a centered plate to reveal still warm bread fresh from the oven. I loved bread and reached for two pieces, quickly buttering the first and popping it in my mouth. I moaned and groaned in pure bliss.
Artair looked amused and reached for a piece, taking his time. The man had so much control it was almost intimidating.
“Sorry,” I said through a mouthful, “I couldn’t hold back.”
“That’s all right, lass. I’m not the sort of Daddy who worries about table manners, at least not in the privacy of my home.”
Hmm… “What sort of Daddy are you exactly?”
He seared me with a gaze that made my inner thighs slick.
“The kind who is more concerned with things like honesty and safety,” he replied before taking a bite of his bread.
I thought back on all he’d shared with me since we met at the airport and now that I had more context, everything he said made sense. He was exactly who he said, which led me to the question, who exactly was I?
“As an example, getting up while the seatbelt sign was still on was not acceptable.”
I could feel his eyes on me and worked on not eating like an animal while under his watchful gaze. ‘Cut-chew-swallow’ became like a working mantra as I focused on what I knew how to do, eat, instead of letting my mind wander once again down the rabbit hole about who I was. However, when I was done with my meal, my conscience, which had been trying to get my attention, finally succeeded.
“I have a confession.” I put my fork and knife down and kept my gaze averted from his probing one.
“I’m all ears, lass.”
“I had some issues on campus and that is why I left Canada. I basically ran away because I couldn’t deal with it.”
His eyes darkened slightly but beyond that, he offered no visible change.
“There was a guy who wouldn’t take no for an answer and caused me a bit of grief. I guess he felt entitled. Anyway, I just needed to get away,” I finished lamely. Saying it out loud sounded so stupid and immature, but I couldn’t help that. “If you want to end this now that you know the truth, I’m okay with that. I mean I would understand.”
He held my gaze a moment longer, his eye color lightening substantially and I wondered what that meant.
“What kind of Daddy would I be if I abandoned a Little just because she has a narrative that is less than perfect and of no fault of her own?”
Good question, but no answer was forthcoming.
“We’ll talk about this tomorrow. Speaking of, how do you feel about a climb up the Trossachs and taking in a few castles, perhaps even a boat tour? The fresh air will help let go of all the negativity.”
Fatigue was setting in and keeping my eyes open was becoming a struggle. “I think”—I stopped to yawn—“that would be wonderful.”
He nodded as if something had been settled. Pushing away from the table, he scooped me into his arms again. I could seriously get used to being carried around like a child, it felt so good. He placed me in bed, snuggled up behind me and pressed my warmed bottom against his pelvis.
“Sleep now.”
No need to tell me twice. Within seconds I was out.