The next day he was working and I did as I usually did.
When I arrived at the library he was not where he had been the past two night. I decided to go look for him. When I came to our bedroom a group of men, including my father, were sitting in the common areas before our room.
"No," I whispered when I saw Arthur standing there amongst them.
"Lass..." he tried to calm me.
"No!" I demanded and went to the bedroom.
He followed me and shut the door behind him.
"This is archaic and barbaric!" I roared.
"We wouldn't be here if you'd done your duty lass," he pointed out.
Screw you!" I shouted.
"If only you would lass!" He roared back.
I was embarrassed and knew my father could hear the whole conversation. I had been a pariah but now I was turning into the disappointment.
I pulled my clothes off and stood before him. His silver eyes grew wild and I caught him adjusting himself in his pants.
"You want to be the one to break me in?" I said snidely. "Fine. Let's do this."
He crossed the divide slowly. I knew he had sworn to not take me against my will. But now we were put into a corner, would he hold true to his oath.
"Get on the bed," he whispered.
I jumped in surprise. "I would have figured you would say no. Just to be a gentleman," I moved past him towards the bed.
He unbuckled his pants and let them drop.
"I'm no an Englishman. And I've sure as hell never been called a gentleman before."
I was calling his bluff as I stretched out across his bed. He wouldn't take me like this. He would eventually back off before these two trains collided.
A room full of men sat just outside to make sure the marriage was consummated. There was no way, in modern times, he would take me knowing they listened in.
He stood at the bedside and grabbed my legs pulling me closer.
My heart started to race. This was becoming too real
"You better say no, now." His silver eyes pierced me. "Because I won't be able to stop myself once Ive tasted you."
Taste me? I cocked an eyebrow and silently challenged him.
He dropped to his knees and pulled my hips towards his face as he spread my thighs and draped my legs over his shoulders.
Nothing could have warned me for the feelings that jolted up my body as I tore my fingers into his sheets.
"Arthur," I gasped as I felt his tongue licking me and lapping up my wetness.
His tongue drew my clit into his mouth as he sucked on it sweetly.
It was swollen and I felt my wetness leaking down my slit and saturating the bed.
He stuck his tongue inside me and I shuddered. He chuckled at my reaction and I wanted to slap him. He replaced his tongue with his massive highland fingers. I almost jerked off the bed as he started to massage me.
"Lay down lass," he kissed my inner thigh. "I'm preparing you for my size." I laid back down. "You're so tight, I want you to enjoy your first time."
His fingers massaged and stretched me. A flush of heat began to settle in my cheeks and take over over my body. He could see me beginning to climax.
He stood and gave his manhood a few pumps and I saw what he was referring too.
He could tell I was beginning to get worried.
"I'll go slow," he whispered.
"I can't..." I whispered. "I can't...."