Prelude to a dance

Chapter 1 - Part 4 Law & Order

Jan 22, 2025

Previously, Balgair is reunited with his Bhannan - Amelia and Nell. The two were so overjoyed to see him that they couldn’t wait to get him alone. When they found out that the estate was too far away, they demanded they go to the nearest Inn. Of course, Balgair picked the Black Swann Inn. Brandyn got the quick introduction to Balgair’s Bhannan, and under pretend duress, he gave them a room and watched as Balgair was pulled toward the stairs.

Last Scene

From the Begining.

“Hey,” He protested amiably, “I wasn’t through with that drink.”

“Did you hit your head or something?” Amelia asked as she tugged on his right arm. Her flame-red hair waved behind her. “You haven’t seen us in six months and are more worried about a drink?” She looked upset, and if the blush crawling up her neck was any indication, she was feeling aroused.

“Brandyn does make a good meadhon,” Balgair replied with a grin.

“I’ll meadhon you,” the red-haired ciad-ghin grumbed as she gave another tug on his sleeve. She wasn’t paying attention to Balgair; hence, she was surprised when he tensed his right arm. To his left, the brunette’s eyes widened as she felt his muscles tense, and she released him, trying to get out of his range.

“Ame,” Nell said, trying to get the redhead's attention, but she was too late and could only watch as her maighstir grabbed the ciad-ghin and slung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Hey, what gives?” The redhead cried as she found herself thrown over his right shoulder, with her head looking down at his back. Her protestations were cut short when he brought up his left hand and spanked her on the right buttock. “Balgair, you are a beast.”

The Sheriff growled low in his throat, a sound that Amelia could feel reverberating through her body. The slow blush deepened, painting her skin a rosy red. A satisfied smile crossed her lips as he carried her up the stairs.

With her eyes on her maighstir, Nell obediently followed behind, her arousal evident in the way she walked. As strange as it seemed, both women loved it when Balgair took control and treated them like the bannaichean they were.

The third of the trio peeked around Nell just in time to see Amelia wink at her, and Heather could feel the satisfaction through the bond. The blonde was still trying to get used to the other two women, having met them less than an hour earlier. She tilted her head to the left as she felt something from Balgair and looked at him. It was her turn to blush as she caught snippets of his thoughts. He was thinking about her dance a few days earlier. He seemed to want the three to dance tonight and wouldn’t take no for an answer.

At the top of the stairs, he turned left and walked down the hallway, heading for the last door on the right side of the corridor. When the red-haired bhanna whimpered, he spanked her again, drawing a gasp from her lips. She knew how she looked and reveled in it. Knowing that Balgair wanted her left her breathless. Her red hair fell over her face as she lifted her head to watch the need on Nell’s face.

“Nell, get the door,” Balgair commanded, stopping outside the suite that Brandyn had given them for the day.

“Yes, Maighstir,” the brunette whispered as she stepped around him and opened the door, then waited for him to enter before following behind. Now that they were in the suite, she drew a deep, ragged breath and watched as Balgair set Amelia on her feet. The redhead seemed pleased with what had happened, something that Nell understood.

Balgair pointed at a spot next to Amelia and snapped his fingers. In an instant, the brunette scurried to Amelia’s side and glanced at Balgair. Her hazel eyes sparkled with excitement. “Shut the door, mo te alainn, then take your place with Amelia and Nell,” he calmly commanded.

Heather heeled the door shut behind her and took her place to Nell’s left. Then she waited, quivering as Balgair commented, “I was looking forward to that mead, you see, and” he fixed his eyes on Amelia, who blushed as his eyes raked over her body. “Since you deprived me of that drink, you will entertain me.”

At that, Amelia blinked and then tried to wrap her thoughts around his statement. “You want us to entertain you?” she inquired with a shake of her head. When he nodded, she was confused. “How do you want us to entertain you?” When he didn’t answer, she stamped her right foot. “You are so exasperating!” she exclaimed.

Heather glanced at Balgair, then leaned over and whispered to Amelia, “I know how he wants us to entertain him.”

The red-headed ciad-ghin fixed the blonde with a stare, her green eyes flashing. “Oh?” When Heather nodded, Amelia leaned toward her. “What does he want?”

“He wants us to dance for him,” Heather whispered, drawing a look of surprise from the red head.

“He wants us to what?” Amelia couldn’t believe what she had heard.

The blonde restated, “He wants us to dance for him.” She met those green eyes with her own and smiled.

Visibly shaken and somewhat excited, Amelia turned to Balgair and inquired sweetly, “Is that what you want, for us to dance for you?” When he merely arched his right eyebrow, the redhead turned to the brunette. “Do you know any dances?”

Nell shook her head, “No, there’s never been any reason to learn.” She glanced at Heather and noticed how excited she was. “I’ll bet she knows a dance.”

Heather grinned. She knew a dance that would inflame the desires of both women. She glanced at her maighstir and then back to the two bannaicheans. She stepped toward the ciad-ghin and gestured to Nell, who leaned in. “I can show you one, but you must follow my lead.”

Amelia nodded hesitantly, wondering what she was getting herself into as she watched Heather clear out a wide space in the center of the room, leaving the settee where it was. There was a playful smile on Heather’s lips as she sidled up to Balgair and held out her right hand. “Would maighstir like to sit in the place of honor?” When he nodded and took her hand, she brushed her lips across his fingertips before leading him to the settee and gesturing to cushions. “If maighstir will please sit down, we’ll start the show in a minute.”

Balgair watched Heather, thinking about how she would have never behaved this way a week ago. “Thank you, mo te alainn,” he whispered, sitting in the middle of the settee and making himself comfortable.

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