The Viking's Captive(40)

She hesitated for a second, then her sweet lips parted.

“Take it, into your mouth.”

Surprise crossed her face, and then she tipped forward and took his tip between her lips.

“Ah, Duna, more…”

She swiped her tongue around his glans, then took him deeper.

The warm wetness was bliss, and with her still working his shaft he knew he wouldn’t be long.

“My beautiful slave, take me deeper.”

He groaned as she did just that, and cupped the back of her head. It was tempting to thrust, take her mouth roughly, but he didn’t want her to gag. Even so, he was unable to resist setting up a swinging action with his hips, going in and out of her, fucking her mouth.

He tightened his clasp on her hair and closed his eyes. He could feel the roof of her mouth, the soft pillow of her tongue and when he went to full depth, her throat on his cock tip.

“You’re going to have to… swallow my seed,” he said through gritted teeth. “Get ready, slave.”

She’d surrendered to him, the way she did in a spanking, allowing him to own her body.

He tore his eyes open and looked down at her. The image sparked his orgasm. Seeing her on her knees, taking his big cock into her pretty mouth, sent pleasure rushing through his length.

He spurted into her throat, yelling out his satisfaction as he did so.

She swallowed, the action tugging his cock tip.

“Aye, aye… more. There’s more.”

He held her head firm as another shot of seed flooded her mouth.

She took it, though he could feel she was tense, her breathing rapid.

“That’s it, I’m finished.” He was panting. It had been a very good release, much better than using his own hand.

He pulled from her mouth and dragged up his breeches. He stooped, slotted his hands into her armpits, and drew her to standing.

Her face was even more flushed now, and her lips appeared swollen and redder than usual. And her eyes, they were filled with something he hadn’t seen before. Was it excitement, wonder, desire? He wasn’t sure. But he liked what he saw in her eyes very much.

“Did I please you?” she asked.

“Yes, slave, you did.”

She smiled. “I’m glad.”

He touched her cheek, then ran his finger to her mouth and traced the seam of her lips. “My cock enjoyed being here.”

“Will you do it again?”

Her question had surprised him.

“Instead of a spanking, if I disobey you?” she asked.

“I hope you won’t disobey me. We have many responsibilities here at the farmstead. Mistakes like losing an animal are costly.”

“Of course I will try not to.” She lowered her gaze.

“In answer to your question,” he said. “Yes, I may do that again, if the situation arises that your rear cannot be subjected to further punishment.”

“Yes, Master. I understand.”

He tore his gaze from her face and stepped away. He’d found his pleasure with her. She’d been willing, she’d touched his cock first. But even though it had been described as her punishment, had she actually enjoyed it?

He threw another log on the fire, then looked over his shoulder at her.

She was rubbing her lips, which were curved into a gentle smile. She was still breathing a little faster than normal, her dress lifting over the mounds of her small breasts.

Oh, yes, she’d enjoyed it. Even though she hadn’t found pleasure with her cunny, the experience had been a good one for her. Hardly a harsh chastisement the way the spanking with the paddle had been.

He picked the board up from the floor. “Go fetch the bread,” he said, “and ale for us both.”

“Yes, Master.”

As she walked to the barrel he admired the sway of her hips. She’d put on a little meat since she’d been with him, despite working hard. He was providing better for her than her father had done. He was abiding by his word and caring for his woman.

He smoothed his hand over the board as she poured ale into two casks. Her rear had turned such a glowing shade of red with the board, much quicker than with his palm. He’d liked the noises both the wood on flesh had made and her gasps and cries. But despite that he was impressed with how stoically she always took her punishments, how she resigned herself to them. There was still a wildness about her, though, he saw it in her eyes from time to time. He would have to look out for it.

“Here, Master.” She handed him a full cask.

He took it and drank deep.

She did the same.

“Do you like the ale?” he asked her, as he wiped the back of his hand over his mouth.

“I didn’t to start with, Master, but I do now.”

He nodded. “Did you like the taste of me?”

She raised her eyebrows and her lips parted, then she smiled and tipped her head. “I didn’t like you to start with either, but I do now.”





Chapter Fifteen


One month later



“It is Thor’s Day, Duna, so I’m going into the town, to the market,” Halvor said as he strode from the longhouse.

Duna rushed after him. “Am I coming with you?” They’d just finished their morning meal, dagmál as Halvor called it.