Heat Flash Ebooks: A Man in a Kilt

The first time we met, Jimmy called me a “wee lassie”. I swear it’s the only time in my life anybody ever called me “wee”, but that’s what Jimmy kept calling me even after I stood up and towered over him by about seven inches. We were at the Velvet Dark, a local hot spot for the fetish community. I’d been going there every Saturday night for over six years, but that evening was Jimmy’s first time. He showed up on leather night wearing a pair of faded jeans and his favorite St. Andrew’s rugby shirt. I think the only leather he owned back then was his belt.
We didn’t talk much that evening. The Glenlivet Jimmy drank made his brogue so thick I could barely comprehend a word he said. But I understood the way he looked at me. His stormy gray eyes wandered from my breasts to my face and back again. When the music turned slow, Jimmy asked me to dance. The top of his head only came up to my chin, but he didn’t seem to mind. I was wearing a kidskin corset, the kind that shoves the breasts up high and close together. Mine were up so high my nipples kept popping out to play Peek-A-Boo. Like a naughty little boy, Jimmy laughed and played right along with them as he rubbed up against me on the dance floor.
When we left the club, Jimmy slipped an arm around my waist and buried his face in my cleavage.
“Take me home, lass,” he murmured. His wavy red hair tickled my chin as he nuzzled my breasts. “Ah’ll spread yer legs and fuck ye ‘til ye scream! Ye know ye want me to...”
How could I say no to a proposition like that?
An hour later, Jimmy was moaning and swearing, straining against the leather straps I used to tie him to my bed. The remains of his clothes lay on the floor next to the scissors I had used to remove them. I sat between Jimmy’s legs, playing with my clit while he watched.
“Dammit, untie me! Ah want to fuck!”
“I know what you want,” I said. “But I’m not giving it to you.”
I slipped my fingers between my legs, enjoying the feel of my own slick pussy. I spread my knees wider to give Jimmy a better view. His cock sprang up hard as a rock and he struggled again to get free.
“Ah’m not playing any fuckin’ games here!” he shouted. “Untie me!”
“If that’s what you want.” I leaned over and pulled the quick-release on one of the wrist cuffs. As soon as his arm was free, Jimmy grabbed at me.
“No!” I slapped his hand hard enough to make it sting.
“Ow! Whit the hell dae ye mean ‘no’?”
“I mean I’ll untie you, but then you walk out the door and that’s it.”
“Jesus Christ! Why can’t ah jist have a simple fuck?”
“Because, lover. If I give you what you want, you’ll disappear as soon as we’re done and I’ll never see you again,” I explained. “But if I give you what you need, you’ll be mine forever.”
Jimmy’s face flushed bright red. “Whit the hell makes ye think ah need to be tied to the fuckin’ bed and tormented like some bitch?”
I looked at his cock, swaying like a flagpole in a high wind. The tip was already leaking. “Trust me, you need this.”
He stared at me, completely speechless. I doubt a woman had ever said such things to him before. While he lay there dumbfounded, I sat back between his legs and teased open the folds of my cunt. When my fingers were good and sticky, I brought them to my mouth and licked them clean. Jimmy’s eyes got real big.
“It’s your choice. Do you want to stay, or go?”
He stayed. Jimmy spent the rest of that night strapped to my bed. He came three times and I never even had to touch him. By morning he was mine.
Jimmy had never dated a Dom before. I’m sure they have Doms back in Scotland—he just never knew he needed one before he met me. I spent six months showing him the ropes, the chains, the handcuffs... well, you get the picture. I took things slow at first. Short though he was, Jimmy prided himself on being a big man, and guys like that can be skittish. They don’t always realize they’re still big men even when they’re down on their hands and knees with a butt plug tucked securely between their nether cheeks.
So I wasn’t surprised when Jimmy balked at the idea of introducing me to his family and friends. He wanted to keep his extra-curricular activities separate from his normal life, like they were two different worlds. But as he soon found out, worlds have a habit of colliding.