Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

Luna

The sun was shining and the air was heavy with the scent of the earth. It was a new day and a new beginning. Artair seemed to be in a fabulous mood and appeared bent on providing me with a positive start to the day.

Graeme was in the driver's seat taking us to Edinburgh, claimed to be the most beautiful city in Scotland. I couldn't wait to walk the royal mile and see the castle. We parked about a mile outside of Old Town Edinburgh and made our way through a huge park that led us toward the castle. It could be seen from just about anywhere as it sat at the top of a hill. It was a prime location for spotting the enemy and I'd read that long before it became a castle, it had been a fortress during the Roman Occupation and although not proven, thought to be a Pictish fort before that.

It didn't seem real walking through a park and seeing that up ahead. It didn't take long for me to get swept up in the magic that represented medieval times.

Of course, it helped being with Artair, who, despite his career, looked like a knight from tales of long ago with his height, trim build, and powerful muscles. I could easily imagine him swinging those ridiculously long swords around.

His hand felt warm and huge wrapped around mine, and I liked how he made me feel safe. He warned me that there was to be no wandering off today or else I'd be having dinner with a plugged and sore bottom, and sitting on the naughty chair. I wasn't sure what a naughty chair was, but was definitely curious, not that I wanted to find out from being naughty. Mmm, well maybe I did. Like all things with Artair, being naughty, or good, had its perks and rewards, so how bad could it really be?

When we reached the Grassmarket, I came to an abrupt halt. The place had some heavy vibes. This is where Edinburgh met, back in the day, to trade and sell their wares. It was also where witches were sentenced and burned. Currently, it was occupied by a strip of restaurants and pubs brimming with patio traffic. I was in love once again. It was so different from Glasgow, but had that same vibrancy that drew me in.

The cobbled streets were closed to vehicles, leaving plenty of room for foot traffic and outdoor dining. "Wow. Just wow! I love it here. Can we stop and check out the menus?"

"Your wish is my command. Besides, a beer and a snack will fortify us for the long walk ahead."

We stopped at the third building on the strip called the Black Bull Pub . The place was packed, but a table for two opened up in the corner and Artair looked funny cramped into the tiny space when he took his seat. The inconvenience of the cramped space was soon forgotten and replaced with watching the hustle and bustle surrounding us.

I enjoyed listening to an array of different European languages and a plethora of accents. Not just the highly recognizable Scots, but the Germans, Canadians and Americans. It was interesting to note how different our North American neighbors sounded from us Canadians, and I wondered if this was because we'd been part of the British Commonwealth longer than them. The states had gotten their independence in 1776, while ours was a hundred years later and we didn't get our own constitution until 1982.

"I think I'm in love," I commented absently.

"Better not be with anyone but me," Artair growled back.

It was an off-the-cuff remark, but I felt the heat creep up my neck and across my cheeks. In love? With him? I was definitely in lust and something else, but I wouldn't allow it to be love. I had too many issues for a man of his stature, and there was no way I wanted to ruin his life. This trip, with him as my guide and Daddy for a few weeks, would be pure bliss. Memories I could lean on when my life went back to being on my own.

"I meant the pub. I feel comfortable here, like it's home."

Artair flashed me a wicked smile. "And here I thought my home felt like home." His eyes twinkled with mischief. He was messing with me.

I held his gaze and leaned back in my chair, taking a swig of my beer. "Oh, I imagine it's the effects of the country as a whole that has me feeling that way."

"Aren't you a cheeky monkey? I'll remember that later when you're over my knee."

"What! How come?"

"Because before this day is through, you're going to run off again."

I didn't know if I should laugh or be outraged. "No I won't. I already promised."

"And that's why you'll find yourself over my lap, because you promised."

I glared at him over the froth of my beer. "No, I won't."

"Dare to bet on that?"

He wanted me to bet against myself. I downed my beer and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, an act of mild crudeness to seal the deal. "Sure, I'll take that bet, Daddy. But what do I get if I win?"

"Hmm." He tapped his fingertips together like an evil genius. "What will Luna win if she doesn't run? How about a million dollars?"

I laughed. "Haha, Mr. Funny."

"I'm deadly serious, lass. If you win, I'll give you a million dollars and you're free to leave anytime you want. But I'll hope you'll stay with me until the end of your trip as I verra much enjoy your company."

His thickening accent did all kinds of things to me, my throbbing clit just one of them. But something about the way he said all of that hit a trigger within me, and I was suddenly uncomfortable with a deal that included a sum of money I never expected to see in my lifetime.

"How about if I win, I get to… hmm, let's see. I know! If I win, you will go on a tour of your own castle, incognito with me, and then we can hear all the nasty details they say about you."

Artair laughed. "Fine, and if I win?"

I rolled my eyes. "We already know what you get."

"Done!" Artair threw some bills on the table. "Come, lass, there is plenty to see."

I stood and allowed him to lead me from the pub and up a winding road toward the mile. We stopped at all the stores along the way, and he bought me a Dumbledore wand from the Harry Potter store.

"Careful, or I'll cast a spell on you," I warned, waving the wand at Artair.

"You already did." He held his hands over his heart like I'd shot him, and I giggled. When we got to the top of the road, Graeme magically appeared and took our souvenirs from us before we turned left to head up to the castle.

Along the way we passed the witch's well, which looked way bigger in TikTok videos than in real life. It was a tiny fountain attached to the outer wall of a store with a plaque.

"Why so glum, chum?"

I couldn't help the smile. "Seriously, did you just say that? What happened to my sophisticated lawyer, huh?"

"He's taking a day off. Now why so down?"

"Look at this thing! How can this possibly commemorate all those incredible women who died because people were overly paranoid?"

He gave me a quizzical look.

"They weren't witches, Artair, they were misunderstood women and probably most of them were healers."

He nodded his head sagely. "There is a witchy restaurant across the way I think you'll find more than makes up for what is missing at this monument. I'll take you after the castle tour, how does that sound?"

"It sounds perfect. Thank you."

The castle itself was massive, but only three parts were open to the public. One held the crown jewels and portraits of Mary, Queen of Scots and James the VI of Scotland and I of England, respectively.

The Stone of Scone was encased behind a huge glass barrier, along with the crowned jewels, which were incredible. I would have gawked longer, but there was quite the line of tourists who were expected to keep moving. That section of the castle had its own gift shop and Artair bought me freshwater pearl bracelets in every color they had to make up for the one that broke at the airport when I lifted my pack on my back to hurry to board the plane.

We saved the dungeon for last, but once we wound our way around to the bowels of the castle, I didn't want to go in. It felt all wrong and reeked of despair. Can a place still reek of despair even though it hadn't been a prison in over a hundred years? I didn't know but the little hairs on my arms rose, while Artair seemed completely unbothered.

"I'll stay here while you go in. The place has creepy vibes."

It wasn't until an hour later when I heard him say, "I told you so," that I realized I'd wandered off along the outer bailey wall.

"Crap!"

Artair laughed, then his mien grew serious. "I thought I was clear that until your stalker has been picked up, you are not to wander off?"

"I'm sorry. I was just lost in thought and wasn't aware I'd even moved from the bench."

He pressed me against the cold stone of the wall. "Do you want me to treat you like a child? Do I have to put a wrist cuff on you, attached to a leash that I control, tugging you along with me? Do you need me to spank you in public like a naughty child to get you to understand how deadly serious I am? When I give you an order, it is for what reason, Luna?"

"My safety?"

"That's right. You've disappointed me, but I'm far from surprised. Come, it's time to go home."

"But the witchy restaurant?"

"Now that you have lost the bet, you'll have to earn a trip to the restaurant."

I felt a full tantrum coming on right on the heels of my anger. "I'm going to the restaurant, and you can't stop me."

"Are you calling your safeword?"

That brought me up short. Was I? We'd discussed this several times. My safeword was my way out. But not in the way it had been originally intended, which had been set for our time together. Yes, I'd given him permission to be my tour guide and more while I was here, a Daddy in every aspect of the word, but since the attack at Dunnottar, the intention of that safeword had increased and become more about safety than giving him the green light to do what he wished with my body during sex.

I'd agreed that if I wanted out, he'd have his private jet fly me wherever I wanted to go. Otherwise, I agreed to his protection and how he wished to instill it.

"If you are, then Graeme can drive you to the castle where you can gather your things and prepare for your flight, otherwise, you will leave with me now, your choice."

"I hate you!" I stomped my foot in the grass just as people passed by us on the wall. I closed my eyes willing all the pressure to go away when I felt his hand gently caress my cheek.

"Come on, my little flight risk. Let's go home, I think you've been overstimulated enough for one day."

Is that what caused me to lose my shit, being overstimulated? It would have been nice to know that the night I'd tried to kill myself. Maybe I wouldn't have, if I'd known that the despair I'd felt wasn't long-lasting, but merely a reaction to severe circumstances. Why hadn't the therapists told me?

Artair leaned down and kissed me full on the lips. His hand gently squeezed my nape and I wrapped my arms around him and hung on like my life depended on it, cause in that moment, it really felt like it did. When he pulled away, I had to ask how he knew what professionals had missed.

"Luna, you have a very sensitive nature, and I watch you all the time. You're either unconsciously trying to protect yourself or jumping all in with no resistance. That speaks volumes to me about where you are in your head. Remember, I'm a lawyer and have dealt with liars, sociopaths and the like. You, my dear, are like fresh air in a world filled with things a whole lot worse than a kindhearted young woman guarding her heart."

I ran that over in my mind on the drive back to the castle. He was right about his observation, and I found relief in knowing I was seen and accepted for who I was. Seeing me through his eyes offered the opportunity to not judge myself so harshly, and I was grateful for that. No way in hell was I going to tell him though!

Back at the castle, we had dinner first because by the time we arrived, we were both starving. With my looming punishment, it was hard to eat, despite my hunger. He'd told me I would run, and I did, but I'd honestly been very unaware of it. I'd zoned out and it was suddenly important that I know why I did that and how to stop it from happening.

This was separate in my mind from my childish reaction earlier, the wandering off and being unaware could be a problem. I hadn't always been like that, but ever since that toe-shoe incident with that client, I'd not been the same.

"You may be experiencing PTSD, if that's your question."

"Huh?" I'd been so busy thinking about the wandering and deciding how to ask him and here he was reading my mind again. "PTSD? That sounds a little severe, doesn't it? I'm young and shit happens; what on earth makes you think I may have something so serious?"

His eyes hardened slightly, meaning whatever he was about to share, he wanted me to get it loud and clear.

"What you're going through is serious, Luna. This person is trying to take advantage of you, threatening you and invading your private life, all of which are the makings for what you're experiencing right now."

I weighed his statement. I'd never considered that I was the victim, which is why I ran instead of speaking with the school police or anyone else about what had been happening to me at the hands of a fellow student. I always felt this was somehow a punishment for making money off a kink; that somehow it was wrong, dirty and maybe what was happening was karma. Him saying out loud that I was the victim, and being so point-blank removed a weight I'd been unaware I was carrying.

"You have a punishment coming, don't you, little girl?"

Was it normal to get so turned on by being called a little girl?

"Do you see that corner?" He pointed to the opposite side of the room where there'd been a silk lemon tree that was now missing.

"Yes."

"You will strip out of your clothing and stand in that corner with your hands behind your back, bottom out."

His words were hypnotic, delivered with a devilish look in his eyes. Whatever lay in store for me, I had no doubt I'd enjoy it. His eyes were a weight on me as I stood and undressed. The firelight cast interesting shadows in the room, but for some reason, completely lit up the corner where I was to stand like a halo of light.

He'd planned this knowing I would fail. I bit my lip to keep from yelling out, "No fair!" like a child and focused instead on the effect his growly directions had on my libido. I'd never been sent to a corner, but had read about it in books. The feelings it provoked were new, like everything I'd been experiencing in my time with Artair.

With my backside sticking out and the utter silence that descended over the room, I became hyperaware of the heat from the fireplace and wondered how my ass looked in the light it cast. Did he like what he saw? He always said he loved my ass. I'd always thought it was one of my best assets but that had never been confirmed or denied by men until him. I was lost again in thoughts of past experiences when I felt a cool slickness being applied and liberally rubbed between my ass cheeks.

"Oh! It's cold!"

"It won't be for long." He pressed the gel deep inside and massaged the tight ring of muscle.

"Ohhh… that feels different."

Artair didn't reply. A few seconds later he pulled his hand away and it was replaced by something even colder than the gel. I wanted to look, but knew I shouldn't as this was definitely the time to behave myself.

"I want you to take a deep breath, Luna, and let it out slowly."

I obeyed and he had me repeat the breath a few times, telling me to relax with each exhale. It was on the next breath that whatever the cold thing was entered my bottom and stretched the tight muscle impossibly wide.

"It's too big!" I cried.

"It's at the widest point right now. Just breathe for me, Luna."

On my second deep breath, he slid it all the way in, and although I felt full, I didn't feel that overwhelming stretch from a moment before.

"Good girl." Artair slapped my backside and the plug as I now understood it to be, was jostled, setting off a thrumming heat deep inside.

I liked the heat from his hand and the pressure from the inside, it was like being in the center of a pressure cooker.

"More please, Sir."

Artair chuckled lightly. "Such a greedy girl." He walked me to the center of the room, facing away from the fireplace. Hanging from the wide wooden beam were chains attached to fur-lined cuffs. He raised my right arm and adjusted the height so I could stand flat on my feet. Once my arm was positioned how he wanted it, he ran his hand down my side.

"So beautiful," he murmured.

And I felt it, beautiful and powerful despite the lack of mobility in my limb.

Artair did the second arm, then stood back.

"Do you like what you see, Daddy?"

"I do. Now let's get the rules straight. No speaking unless it's to answer a question. You have a safeword if you need it. What is it?"

"Dinner."

A hint of amusement subtlety lifted the corner of his mouth. "Okay, dinner it is. Any questions?"

"No, Sir."

"Good. Let's begin."

Artair picked up a riding crop from a group of implements he'd laid out on a table close to where I was situated. I wondered how many times he'd done this before. He seemed so practiced, so in control, and due to his precision with a series of strokes meant to create heat, I not only felt complete trust, I needed more.

The leather of the crop kissed my skin up and down my front, flicking both my hardened nipples. The ripple of heat zinged to my clit, driving me toward an orgasm while the part of me not overrun with endorphins was in wonder of it all.

How did he know how to play me so well? We were almost strangers. Except we weren't, not really. Artair had me the from the first moment at the airport, when he'd righted me from toppling over. Our entire relationship was one big foreplay that led to this moment.

Once again, knowing I would have to leave him sooner than later roamed through my thoughts, but I told them to go away. I didn't want to think about the inevitable, I just wanted to submerge myself in the here and now with him and what he was doing to my body.

He tapped out a rhythm down the sides of my body and up the back, stopping and paying extra attention to my bottom, the closer to my sit spot, the more intense the strokes became. My body was begging now for release, for sweet surrender, but Artair wasn't stopping.

Then it hit me, this was the punishment, driving me to the edge of a cliff of pure pleasure and not letting me release. The realization was so powerful, it literally snapped my attention, providing me with a moment's reprieve from needing to come.

"Spread your legs."

I stepped them apart. He tapped the insides to make my stance wider and I obeyed. A gentle flick of his wrist and a zing on my slick folds had me shriek. Artair's smile was dark and hungry but also was one of a man in his zone exhibiting complete control. I wondered if this was what he did when facing off against an opponent in the courtroom.

He tapped my clit, peeking through my puffy folds. I was ready this time and absorbed the sting which quickly morphed into more heat. He alternated now between my sit-spot and my overly sensitive clit until I was barely holding back tears with the effort to not come.

Just when I thought I may make it through our session, he grabbed some silver weights from the table and attached them to my aching nipples. There was no delicious throbby heat with these; it was an imprisonment that cut off feeling. I didn't really understand the purpose.

Artair placed the crop down and adjusted my arms so they were lower and I could bend my elbows.

"Bottom out, naughty girl."

I bent at the hips as far as I could, pressing my bottom toward him. There was pressure as he pulled the plug out. Was this it? It was over. I wanted to stamp my feet and cry out No. I couldn't have been more wrong. Artair slipped his cock right inside of me so fast it took a minute for my brain and body to sync.

"Naughty girls get their bottoms spanked and fucked."

Holy crab snacks! Artair gripped my hips, pumping his cock almost savagely into my bottom with powerful thrusts of his hips. My pussy was wishing it had something inside of it as well and spasmed around nothing as the rest of me neared the breaking point.

"Oh god, oh god, oh, oh, crap, crap, crap! Artair, I can't hold back!"

He stopped pumping. "You will come when I say, Luna, and right now, you are still learning your lesson." He smacked my ass and pumped his hips, chasing his orgasm or just punishing me—it wasn't clear.

He built the tempo and the inferno kicked in, zinging to all parts of my body. I was about to scream that I couldn't hold on when he tugged the nipple clamps off and squeezed my nipples.

"Ahh!"

"Come!" he yelled.

Sweet relief flooded my system as I finally let go and soared.

Keeping his hands on my breasts, Artair ramped the tempo into overdrive and seconds later let out a growl as he filled my bottom with his cum that set off a second release in me. My body spasmed and I would have hung from my wrists if he hadn't been holding me upright.

I was completely rubber when he finally uncuffed me and carried me to the bathroom. He filled the giant tub with bubbles and sat me inside before leaving and coming back with water and chocolate. He set them both down on the edge of the tub, then stripped and sunk into the water behind me so I could use him as a back rest.

Never had I ever felt so complete.

He held a bottle to my lips. "Drink," he ordered. Next, he placed chocolate against my lips. "Eat," he demanded. With those tasks complete, we relaxed in the hot water.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Luna?"

"Can we do that again?"

He chuckled. "You liked your punishment then. That's good. And yes, we can, but let's give it a few days. Trust me when I say you're going to be sore."

I woke up when I was being lifted from the tub. After he rubbed me dry, Artair carried me to bed and placed me under the warm covers and I fell instantly back to sleep.