The Viking's Captive(38)
After a minute he paused and rubbed over her buttocks. “You’re very red now.”
“Yes, Master, is it over?”
“No, not yet.”
He started up again.
She regretted asking. Closing her eyes meant two tears squeezed out and trickled over her face.
He owned her buttocks, they were his to do with as he pleased.
A sudden thought came to her as she suffered her punishment.
Is this making his cock hard?
She gripped the side of the table. A new sensation had seized her. It was deep in her belly and traveled to her cunny. The heat of the spanks seemed to add to it.
“You’re doing well.”
She groaned as moisture again formed between her legs.
What does this mean?
“Please…” she gasped.
“Please stop?”
“Yes… oh, Master, no more.”
To her surprise he did stop, though he kept the wooden board squashed up against her flesh, sending new tingles of pain sparking over her ass.
“No more, you say.”
“I am sorry. It will never happen again, for as long as I’m here.”
Whack.
She cried out.
“You will always be here,” he shouted. “You are mine.”
She was panting, the sensation in her cunny new and throbbing, her ass a furnace of pain.
He stepped to the side, the wooden board falling to the floor with a loud clatter.
She hoped that meant it was the end of her suffering and humiliation.
“Say it,” he said. “Say you are mine.”
“I am yours.” She held back a sob. Never had she felt so owned. So taken by anyone. Halvor filled her thoughts, her life, and took charge of her body.
She opened her eyes. His groin was level with her face.
Holding in a gasp, she stared at what was before her.
Behind the material of his breeches, it was clear his cock was as solid as iron. It confirmed her suspicions that spanking her made his cock hard, made him want to find pleasure.
A thrill went through her. It was similar to when she’d returned from the lake with the ginger in her ass and her buttocks reddened. It was a need for something. A wave of excitement. A longing that needed sating. But she didn’t know what she yearned for or how to satisfy the hunger.
Or did she?
She reached forward, stroked the tips of her fingers over the wedge of flesh. Mesmerized by the size and shape, she traced the outline of Halvor’s cock.
He hissed in a breath and tensed. “Thrall!”
She was emboldened, as if some kind of new bravery was filling her blood and whooshing around her body. Curiosity gnawed at her, adding to her brazenness.
“Master,” she said, her voice breathy. “Why does this happen each time?”
For a moment she thought he’d push her hand away, but he didn’t, instead he leaned into her touch.
Chapter Fourteen
Halvor stared down at Duna’s hand over his member. Admittedly there was material between their flesh, but still, it had an effect on him he imagined was like a lightning bolt kissing his cock.
He held his breath. Locked his knees so he wouldn’t fall over, and canted his hips forward for her touch.
It was so delicate, her fingertips like feathers floating over him. So different to the way he’d grip it himself.
He adored it.
And her expression, it was one of utter enthrallment. He could easily believe it was her first touch of manhood.
Surely not.
“Duna,” he said, running his hand over her silky hair.
She looked up at him, her long eyelashes batting and repeated her question. “Why does this happen?”
“Do you not know?”
She lifted her cheek from the table and shook her head. “No, Master.”
“You should.”
“I’m sorry, if I’ve let you down again by not being wise.”
He ran his palm from the crown of her head to her cheek. “You have not disappointed me. You have taken your punishment, we are once again on a clean slate.”
“Thank you.” She ran her small fingers to the base of his cock. “I prefer to be on a clean slate.”
He sucked in a breath as her touch traversed his balls. They were always so sensitive when he was hard.
‘Master, why does this happen each time?’
Her question came back to him; it was as if it wasn’t the first time she’d been aware of him getting erect during a spanking—a thing that was still new to him.
“I… I am a man, with desires,” he said, hoping she wouldn’t hear the tension in his voice. For resisting her, with her ripe, rosy ass tipped over the table, was the hardest thing he’d ever done.
“And your desires are for what?”
“A woman. Surely you know that.”
“I feel I’m learning of such things, for when I saw you…” Her top teeth bit on her bottom lip.
“When you saw me what?”
“Nothing, Master.”
“It is not nothing. What is on your mind?” He prayed for Odin to give him strength, thinking straight was becoming impossible.
“When I saw you at the lake that day, holding this.” As she’d spoken she’d wrapped her small feminine hand over his cock.