The Viking's Captive(28)

“Please, Master,” she said. “I need… a drink.”

“And you shall have one in a moment.” He set his hand on her sore ass cheeks, and squatted down, so he was at eye-level with her cunny.

Like her, it was small, though her lips were plump and inviting. “You’re sore?”

“Yes, Master.” Her breaths were coming quick.

“The sting will soon ease, and it will not return if you’re a good slave.”

“I will try.”

He leaned closer to her, closed his eyes, and inhaled her scent again. It was so alluring. Musky and spiced, slightly soapy too from her bath.

Once more the urge to fill her, to get her tight cunny wrapped around his cock besieged him. It was all he could do to fight it down. If he let his lust take control, she really would hate him, and he’d never have a chance to turn that around.

Quickly he stood and faced the lake. He placed his hands on his hips and stared at a flock of water birds. He took several deep breaths and firmed up his self-control.

It was then he spotted a patch of ginger growing beside the patch of reeds. Quickly he pulled up a long root, withdrew his dagger, and peeled its fibrous skin away. He then shaped it, like a thick, pointed finger with a horizontal bar at the base. The tangy smell was pleasing, the juice on his fingers warming.

Duna hadn’t moved. Her head hung low and her legs were still parted, showing her cunny and the cleft of her ass.

He re-sheathed his dagger and rinsed the ginger root in the lake.

A swirl of excitement caught in his chest as he stepped back up to his slave. He knew this would shock her. It would give her a sensation she wouldn’t forget in a long time. He also hoped it would teach her something about her sensuality as a woman.

“Be still,” he said, gently pushing her right buttock to expose her tightly puckered hole.

“What are you doing?” she asked, tensing.

“I own you,” he said. “Every part of you, inside and out. It’s time for you to understand that, slave.”

“But I… oh?”

She jerked as he set the tip of the ginger plug over her asshole.

“What is that?” she asked on a gasp as she twisted to look over her shoulder.

“Nothing that will cause you harm, but something that will feel strange… and hot.” He applied more pressure. “Now keep still.”

“Why are you doing this?” She tried to buck away but he trapped her with his legs against hers.

“There is a sting in your words, Duna, and insolence in the way you speak to me. I wish for you to have something else to occupy your mind other than hating me, and having this ginger in your ass will do that.”

“You’re sick, you know that.”

“In which case as are many other Viking men who discipline their women this way.”

“Oh, God, help me. That’s burning.”

“The heat won’t grow.” He was enjoying watching her tight ring of muscle open up around the cream-colored root. She was trembling, panting, her body heat was radiating from her onto his flesh.

She groaned as he pushed the plug in farther. For a moment he paused and slid his fingers through her soft folds, spreading the ginger juice into her arousal. But he didn’t push into her entrance; it wasn’t time for that yet.

He smiled at the slickness of her outer lips. She was aroused. Her body was reacting to his attentions again.

“Please, no more.”

“Your cunny tells me a different story, slave. You are enjoying this.”

“You’re an imbecile if you believe that.”

“Really?” He twisted the root.

She groaned and arched her back, pushing her bottom up as if needing more.

Halvor’s grin widened and he gave her what she’d silently asked for. Her asshole widened and took the biggest diameter of the plug before it popped inside her, leaving just the bar outside, so it could be easily removed.

Each one of her breaths was a groan, and her entire body was shaking.

He knew her asshole would feel on fire, as would her cunny lips, but it would reach a limit and then stop. She’d be able to handle it; otherwise he wouldn’t have done it.

“Stand up,” he said, curling his arm around her waist.

She managed to straighten, but then sagged against him and her eyelids fluttered shut.

“Tell me how it feels?” he whispered. “To have my fiery plug inside you.”

“It feels like… you’ve invaded me.”

“How can that be the case when you are mine? Invasion is attacking something that doesn’t belong already to a person.” He lowered his head and held her closer. “And you are mine, Duna.”

“Not willingly.”

“And that kind of answer is exactly why you have ginger root in your ass. Breaking my rules will earn you a spanking. Bad-mouthing me will get you ginger figged, every time.”

He stroked his finger down her cheek, enjoying the way her eyes had glazed and her eyelashes were fluttering. Every now and then her body shuddered as if the ginger was spreading out fingers of heat. This was the most submissive he’d seen her; she was like clay in his hands, ready to be molded. And right now he needed to mold her brain. She needed to learn to think before she acted or spoke.

But I want her, so badly. My cock needs her sweet cunny. I should tip her over again, claim my thrall once and for all.