So, this is just a little naughty bit I concocted, and thought I'd share it on here. If you aren't into BDSM, fetish lifestyle, the like… then I wouldn't continue reading. If you do love the dom/sub erotica, then by all means keep on reading!

It had been a long, hard day at work getting the account finished for John, but he is finally relieved of his tiresome burden. The parking lot is dark as he walks to where he had parked, save the sole streetlight that hung just above his car. He unlocks his car and begins to get in, only to notice that there's something stuck on beneath the windshield wiper. Cocking his head to the side, puzzled as to what it could be, he leans over, plucking a thick envelope out from under the windshield wiper, and gets into his car, where he rips the stiff paper open. The folded page he pulls out smells of my perfume, and he quickly opens the page to read what I have written inside, eager to play my game.

"I will grant you an audience this evening in my personal chambers evening. You should know that I am unwilling to send our troops into battle, and there is little you can do to persuade me otherwise. See that no one knows you have entered. Have your arguments ready, Rogue. I am not easily moved in this decision. Lady Morgan,~ Queen of Clan MacLeod ~

After reading through the note once, then twice, he notices a package in the passenger seat, with another note simply stating "Wear only these." John unfolds the items laid out in his car, and lets out a nervous laugh beforehurriedly changing into the kilt, linen loincloth, and leather wristbands before heading to my house. When he arrives, the door is unlocked and he lets himself in, walking through the candlelit living room, through the kitchen, and tentatively knocks twice on the closed door.

"You may enter." He hears my call from behind the thick wooden door, and walks into my bedchamber, which is lined with candles and the soft Celtic music playing in the background. I am sitting in my chair wearing a short silk robe, watching him as he enters. After shutting the door, he comes right in front of me and kneels with his head downcast. I offer him my hand, which he takes and gently kisses. "My Queen." He says in an act of submission.

I am pleased by this, and nod with a small smile on my face. "Stand up now, Rogue." I order him, and like a good subject, he does as he is told with a 'Yes, mi lady'. Tonight, he is the champion of Clan MacLeod, and as such he should be fit and able to pass my inspection. "Did anyone know where you were coming?"

"No, Mistress." Comes his immediate reply as he stares straight ahead so as not to offend his queen by looking her in the eye. My hand trails across the flat, hard plane of his abdomen. I can't help but lick my lips at the tasty morsel standing in front of me.

My eyes narrow to thin slits as I look at him. "You told no one where you were going? Of my summons?"

"No one, my queen." He replies in a tense voice. I have to keep myself from laughing, for I find John oddly adorable when he is so nervous and shy.

"Very well then, Rogue. So why have you come to me? You want to lead our troops out, to attack the Munroe's, but I will not stand for this. I see no need to attack over such a minor offense." I look up at him from beneath my lashes, and pull his chin to where he must look me in the eyes. "What do you offer me to win me to your cause? To gain my support?"

I continue my inspection of his body, running my hands across the ripples of muscles. I slide my fingers just under the waist of his kilt, and run them along his skin. He lets loose a shiver, but otherwise remain calm. I continue to walk around him, and run my hand the length of his crack, earning a slight jolt from him at the sensation. "I am the Queen. I can have anything, ANYONE I want. Why should I concede on this, and let you lead this attack?" I repeat my question, pulling the green and blue kilt from John's body as I do.

"My loyalty, Mistress. My passion." He replies, his voice low, slightly husky with want. I notice how his thick length is beginning to strain against the loincloth he is still wearing.

I shake my head. "That will not do. I can have the loyalty of any of my warriors, can bed any of them if I wish. Undress for me Rogue, let me inspect you." I order. He looks over to me in what I assume is disbelief, and I cock an eyebrow. "Now."

"Yes, my Queen." He replies, stripping off the offending piece of material, kicking it away from him with one perfectly strong, muscular leg.

I take in the view of his newly freed manhood and nearly double over in laughter. As it is, I manage to keep it to a good, resounding chuckle. "Is this the passion you speak of? Why, even one of the young menservants could do more for me that you can."

This brings a fire to his beautiful green eyes. I notice that he is about to talk back to me, his queen. "Be careful what you allow to pour forth from those lips of yours, Rogue. You have snuck into my private chambers in the middle of the night. All I have to do is say the word, and twenty of my guards will be upon you in an instant." I remind him, a smile upon my lips. My hand cups his balls before moving to stroke the wonderful thick, hard length of him once, twice, three times.

He lets out a groan as I pull back from him. "I will do anything, mistress. I am at your command."

"Much better. Now, drop to your knees, Rogue warrior. It's time for you to prove the merit of your words." I step back, allowing John to get done on all fours as I wish it. I have a perfect view of his toned ass, and he looks over one shoulder at me.

John is unsure as to what I have planned for him this night and looks up at me expectantly, the question for what he is to do now burning in his emerald orbs.

"Now I want you to wet the first two fingers on your left hand and slip them in your ass for me." I say, with a self-pleased smile upon my lips. I know that this is something he is slightly uncomfortable with trying, but he is mine and therefore will do whatever I say.

He cocks his head to the side, a puzzled look on his handsome face, as if to question if I could really be serious. When he finally realizes that I am in fact quite serious, he gives a nod of acquiesce and seductively sticks the requested fingers into his mouth, wetting them in preparation. He keeps me in rapture, eyes never leave mine. "Is this what you want to see, my queen?" My little rogue asks as he rubs the outside of his asshole before sliding the tips of his fingers into his tight, puckered hole.

"Why yes it is, you dirty little whore. Now let me see some in and out action. Fuck that sweet ass with your fingers for me." I say, moving to sit down on my throne as I watch my pet slides his fingers in and out. Ribbons of beautiful, white precum stream down onto the carpet, and I feel the hot wetness between my legs increase as he mutters moans and groans of pleasure underneath his breath, an attempt to hide from my how much he is truly enjoying sodomizing himself. I continue watching, the fiery ache low in my abdomen growing higher, my own wetness dampening my thighs.

"Yes, Rogue. Just like that. You are making me so horny watching you devotedly penetrate your ass for me. What a good servant you are." I praise him. "I can tell from that hungry look in your eyes that you are dying to come eat my hot, wet pussy. Crawl over here, Rogue."

"I will do as you say, my mistress." John then takes his fingers out of his ass and begins crawling towards me as I untie my silk robe and open my legs for his ravenous gaze, slowly, seductively.

He still hasn't reached me. "Come here now, boy. Start licking. Make your Queen moan, Rogue. Make me cum."

He gives me the bright, seductive smile, licking first the inside of one thigh, from knee to just below my crotch. He repeats this on my other leg, leaving a trail of wet kisses, glistening saliva, and gentle bite marks along my thighs. As John finally reaches my sex, he then begins to lick and kiss and suck, flicking his fantastic tongue inside my vault. I grow tired of the teasingly light caresses of his mouth against my pussy, so I place my hand upon his head and push his face firmly into my crotch.

"Get it, boy! Eat this pussy like you mean it! Lick on my clit! Now!" I say, my voice raised in my excitement.

"My pleasure, my Queen." Comes my lover's muffled reply from between my legs.

John uses his lips, his mouth, his tongue expertly as he works my swollen nub, my wet folds. He gently nibble on my lips, and his tongue glides over me, from asshole to my swollen clit. I gasp, I moan as he continues his assault. "Finger me in my pussy, and my ass, while you keep licking my clit." I say between gasps.

John, always willing to please, does as he is told, flicking his tongue against me as he drives his long fingers in and out of my tight, wet pussy and my beautiful little asshole. He continues feeding the flames within my core, until finally I explode, seeing fireworks in vivid blues, and reds, and purples set off behind my eyes, my body writhing around his soaked fingers.

"Lick it up, Rogue. I want my pussy and ass clean." I say, coaxing his face back down.

He hungrily complies, licking every remnant of my sweet juices from my naughty parts. I know that John has been thoroughly aroused, and I tell him to stand. "Yes, mi'lady." He replies, thinking that he will surely get his after the fabulous pussy eating job he just performed.

I walk over to my dresser, and grab my hairbrush. "Bend over, servant." I order him.

He narrows his eyes, but does as he is told, and I land a dozen good, hard swats against his ass. "That is for being late. Don't ever make me wait on you again, or the next time your punishment will be harsher. I will consider letting you lead our warriors to attack the Munroe's. You may finish yourself and then go." I tell him with a dismissive wave of my hand. I turn to retreat to my bath, thinking that he will surely listen to his Queen.

But the combination of his not being able to quench the thirst that I stirred inside his virile body, and not getting the answer that he had come in hopes of receiving, has John feeling bolder in his self ordained righteous anger.

He catches my arm and twirls me around to face him, catching a hand in my hair. A look of shock, and fear, and arousal is seen in my eyes at his boldness. "Release me, Rogue." I order the fiend, anger in my voice.

John only shakes his head, an impish grin curling up his lips. "Nay, lassie. I shall have what is mine." He says, ignoring my protest and picking me up, carrying me to my bed.

John throws me down upon the covers and jumps on top of me, trapping me against the mattress with his strong body. "This was not our agreement." I say, breathless as his weight presses against me.

"Aye, 'tis. You would have my passion before this night is through." John spreads my legs apart and quickly, harshly, impales me with his hard length. I scream at my lover's roughness, pushing against his chest, a mix of fear and complete, utter arousal evident on my face.

John gives me a smile, thrusting into me again and again, trapping my arms above my head in a vice constructed of his own hands. He quickly decides that this is not allowing him to hit me just right, so he flips me over and pushes me so that my ass is up in the air, my face buried in my pillows. "I believe I have readied you enough." He tells me in his faux Scottish accent, pressing his cock against my asshole and pushing in until I gasp. He pushes in further only after my body stops clenching around his dick, until he is inside me up to the hilt.

He buries himself in my ass over and over, increasing the tempo until he has me panting, moaning, screaming. "Oh yes, Rogue. Yes. Just like that."

He gives my ass a firm, hard spanking, making me cry out. "My name. Say my name, my whore Queen." John orders, his breathing coming in roughly as he pounds into me.

I fumble over my memory, unable to truly think as he rams into my ass harder. He spanks me again when I do not react the way he desires me to. "Say it, now." His words are a growl born out of pent up frustration.

And I do, crying out his name over and over, and he continues to fuck my ass, and spank me, even grabbing a handful of my hair tight and pulling my head back so that I can no longer muffle my cries within the softness of the pillows, so he can hear my screams bouncing off of the walls.

With a shudder John falls over the edge, spilling his wondrous seed in my ass, digging his strong fingers into my hip.

As we catch our breath I look over to him. With a smile I say. "Very well, Rogue. I see now that our warriors are in capable hands. You have my approval to attack, leave at first light."

John leans over to me and gives me a soft, sweet kiss on the lips before rolling out of the bed. "That was awesome, babe."

I smile, getting out of the bed myself. I smack his ass playfully on my way to the bathroom. "Just let me take a quick shower then we can go pick up the kids from the babysitters."

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