I slam my palm across her arse again and again, giving her the spanking she craves, until her bottom’s painted red, the skin hot to the touch. I bend and kiss my fingerprints, dragging my fingers between her legs to touch her pussy. She’s soaking wet and swollen, parting her legs in a silent plea for relief.
“You were a naughty girl on purpose, weren’t you?” I cluck my tongue and shake my head before I drag my tongue along her lower back. I watch her fingers tighten on the edge of the sofa, and she squeezes her eyes shut. She wants to come so badly. She will, and when she does, I’ll make it so fucking good.
I bend my mouth to her arse, licking a path along her punished skin, suckling her sweetness, savoring the way she pants. I’d love to take her arse, but the woman’s barely past virginity. In time.
I drag my fingers between her legs, lubricating her swollen clit, and her back arches like a bow. The only sound in the room is the flickering hearth. I never imagined making love in silence like we do, but somehow, I’ve come to crave it.
I take my place behind her, kneeling on either side of her. My cock’s a steel rod in my boxers, throbbing with the need to take her. I reach for my trousers in a heap on the floor, take out a condom, and vow I’ll take her ungloved at the first opportunity. I want her skin against mine.
I move her hands wider so she can brace herself, line myself up at her entrance, then glide into her warm, slick folds with a groan.
Her pussy clenches around me, so tight I nearly fucking come at the first stroke. I grip her hips hard as I glide into her, and the way she pushes back up against me I can tell she loves this as much as I do. I build a perfect rhythm, stroking in and out of her, while I tell her how much she means to me.
“You’re so lovely, Cairstina,” I grate in her ear, relishing the way her heated skin feels against mine. “The most beautiful fucking woman I’ve ever seen.”
Her eyes flutter closed and her head drops, as I thrust again, my cock pulsing in her.
“You’re so brave, my bonnie lass. Bloody brilliant.” I thrust again, and she clenches around me, milking pleasure as I seek my own. The need to come ratchets higher and higher until I’m on the cusp of losing myself. I bend and kiss her shoulder.
We move together in a silent dance of surrender, joined together in this moment of ultimate vulnerability. I know she’s on the cusp of a shattering orgasm when she closes her eyes, grips the sofa, and clenches around me. I come, blinding, brilliant ecstasy exploding in me like fireworks, as her whole body spasms with pleasure.
I can’t think, I can barely breathe, I’m seized in this moment of utter bliss, as she rocks beneath me, gripping the arm of the couch for support. I love that she gave this to me.
We ride our ecstasy until the very last second, and she collapses beneath me. I carefully take myself out of her, when I think I hear something. I freeze, the gentle sound as quiet as a newly-hatched bird. Did she say something? But she doesn’t look at me, and the sound quickly fades.
Was it my imagination? She can’t speak, so what did I hear just now?
I head to the toilet to get a warm washcloth, and come back to clean her up. In silence, we walk hand-in-hand to the ladder to the loft. She grabs her book along the way.
We don’t need to say anything at all, even if we could.
We fall asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, in blissful silence.
The next few days, we have more simplicity than the previous. No drama or trips to the city. I look into seeing if there’s any blowback from Paisley’s boyfriend’s mates, but there’s not a word. MacGowen hasn’t seen Cairstina’s brother or mother since we left, and all seems quiet.
Too quiet.
I use the time to check in on the work my men are doing, pleased to see the income filling our coffers, the lads doing their best to keep things quiet and productive. It’s an unusually quiet lull.
Islan’s been training Bailey, and she’s right good at it. I help her a few days, reminding her that I want him to be a guard dog, to be able to defend us if need be. He’s a quick study, and occasionally Cairstina and I go to him.
“Watch this,” I tell her one day, bringing bits of cooked beef with me to train him. He runs to us and licks her hand, wagging his tail in greeting. Islan comes in with a dummy doll, a pretend burglar.
“Bailey,” I say sharply. “Get him!” I snap my fingers and Bailey lunges, tearing the cardboard into bits.
Cairstina watches with wide eyes, but pats Bailey’s head approvingly. The next day, she joins Islan with the training.
The mornings, we eat breakfast alone in our cabin or up at the house. Sometimes we text to converse, but often we sit in comfortable silence.
I’m afraid we’re getting used to this. And we shouldn’t. If there’s anything I know in my life in the Clan, it's that our lives are unpredictable. We never know when the next blow is going to come.
Still, I don't like to live my life in a state of suspended animation, so I do my best to focus on the job that I have to do.
Cairstina’s witty and smart, and it comes through nearly everything she does, from the conversations we have with text or handwritten notes, to the way she interacts with my family, especially Nan. She’s becoming a part of the life here, just like my men have.
The days pass like waves lapping at the shore, always coming, always receding, each day similar to the one before. But things are different with Cairstina here. I wondered if I'd be eager for some alone time again, but with Cairstina it isn’t necessary. She's quiet, and I know intuitively it isn't just because she can't speak. Silence is comfortable for her.
It’s not uncommon for me to come back from a meeting or a job to find her curled up on the sofa with a blanket, a roaring fire before her. I never leave her alone, and my men keep a close eye. Clyde is the one who often offers to watch her. Though he’s young, he’s strong and intelligent, and I’d prefer not to use him for a simple bodyguard position. He’s taken to her, though. We all have. Everyone who’s met her wants to be sure she’s alright.
