“Ye’re nae useless. Simply inexperienced,” Isobel said. “Ye wish tae please him?”
“I dae,” said Elayne. It was difficult to keep herself from stammering, the words coming haltingly past her lips. “When he… when he put his mouththereit felt so good. An’ the things he tells me, I wish I could dae the same fer him.”
“Ye can,” Isobel said, rolling her eyes when Elayne shook her head in denial. “Ye can, Elayne. Ye have tae seduce him. First, remove his clothes slowly, kissin’ his neck. They like that. Most o’ what ye like, he likes too.”
Elayne listened carefully, mentally taking notes as Isobel instructed her. Then she watched, half in amusement and half in horror as she wrapped her hand around a pestle lying on the table, slowly moving it over the length of the wood.
“What are ye doin’?” she asked, unable to control her giggles.
“Listen!” Isobel said, though she couldn’t help but giggle, too. “Stroke him slowly, like this, while ye kiss him. Watch him tae see what he likes best. Some like a firm grip. Then, fall tae yer knees an’ look up at him as ye bring him tae yer mouth. Dinnae try tae take him deep at first, ye’ll only make it difficult fer yerself. Just stroke him and suck at the tip. Swirl yer tongue around him, too, if ye can.”
Elayne was mortified, but she could easily imagine it. Her breath quickened as she thought about everything she could do to Dunn to drive him as crazy as he drove her, falling to her knees and tasting him, bringing him to his release.
“An’ ye can tell him how big he is, they certainly like that,” Isobel added.
“But I dinnae have a point o’ reference,” Elayne pointed out. How could she know what big was when she had never been with another man?
“Show me, with yer hands,” Isobel said.
Frowning in concentration, Elayne tied to approximate Dunn’s size with her fingers. When she looked up at Isobel, her eyes were slightly wider.
“Well, that’s rather big,” she said. “I suppose it makes sense. He is a big lad.”
Laughter bubbled out of Elayne. She could hardly believe they were having this conversation, but she needed to know more. “What else can I say tae him?”
Humming, Isobel considered it for a few moments. “Ye can tell him he feels good inside ye. Ye can tell him how much ye love his body, what ye love about it or maybe how ye want him tae take ye. Many enjoy it when ye take control an’ tell them what tae dae.”
“They dae?” asked Elayne. It seemed unlikely, considering how most men she had met seemed averse to taking orders unless they came from another man.
Isobel nodded, though, and she seemed certain of it. “Try it an’ see fer yerself.”
Elayne didn’t know if she could bring herself to voice precisely what she wanted from Dunn without instantly combusting from all the embarrassment, but she supposed it was worth the effort if it was going to please him—if it was going to please them both.
If she had the guts to steal the keys from her father, she wasn’t going to balk at the thought of seducing Dunn.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“Isuppose there is naething tae be done.”
Elayne’s father paced back and forth in his study, his presence filling the expanse of the room. He seemed to take up every bit of space in there, his figure looming over everything else, overbearing and suffocating. Elayne watched him from her seat by the desk, her gaze tracking his jittery movements.
He had summoned her there to speak about her marriage to Dunn, but there was nothing to be said. Short of killing Dunn and inviting in a whole lot of trouble, there was nothing her father could do to remove him from Elayne’s life. As far as everyone else was concerned, the two of them were legally married. No one could separate them, not even her father or Laird McCoy.
“But ye cost me an important alliance,” her father continued, lips curling back in rage. “Ye dinnae understand what ye’ve done. Ye dinnae understand what this will mean fer the clan.”
Elayne didn’t know what to say to him. Perhaps she could have pointed out that had he not promised a man like Laird McCoy her hand in marriage in the first place, they wouldn’t be facing such an issue now. That would only make things worse, though, so she remained silent, waiting for her father’s fury to dissipate.
Besides, her attention was elsewhere. Ever since she had walked into the room, she had spotted the set of keys that lay on the desk. She was certain one of them opened the door to the study, as her father always carried them with him.
Now all she needed was a chance to grab them.
There was nothing else for her to say to her father, so Elayne stood as if to leave. As she moved, though, she swiped her arm in a wide arc, knocking the cup of wine that sat on the desk and spilling its contents all over her father’s papers.
Within seconds, Laird Macgillivray rushed to the desk, cursing as he tried to save his documents from being destroyed by the wine. In the chaos, Elayne quickly pocketed the keys and then proceeded to try and help, but her father was quick to shoo her away.
“Ye’ve done enough,” he barked at her. “Leave.”
Elayne was more than happy to comply. The sooner she left the room, the sooner she would be away from danger and she could give the keys to Dunn or Blaine. She rushed to the door, but just as she turned the knob, her father stopped her by calling her name.
