The Viking's Captive(61)

So Nadir’s offer had come at the perfect time, and now Duna could hardly wait to get her hands on her husband’s naked body. She wanted to feel his touch, his kisses, and his cock. She wanted pleasure over and over. It had been too long since she’d heard his primitive roar of release.

Just thinking about what was to come had her cunny trembling, and anticipating an imminent release of pleasure moistened her undergarments.

“Hurry, my love,” she said, sipping from her cask of ale. “I need you.”

She stirred the broth and smoothed her hand over her ass cheeks. It had been a few months since she’d had a spanking, and that had been for dropping an entire basket of eggs. She’d been in too much of a hurry to put her boots on to go outside and stood on a sharp stone and stumbled. Halvor had been most unhappy, and while Toby had been playing with Misty on his bed, Duna had been taken to the barn and tipped over Halvor’s knee. She’d been punished with twenty sound slaps to each buttock, each one so hot and sharp, tears had poured down her cheeks.

Since then she’d had no need to be punished.

Glancing out of the window again, a thrill went through her. Ivan was galloping her way with Halvor atop him. They were only a speck on the horizon but would rapidly become bigger.

She pushed her freshly washed hair behind her ears and rushed to fill Halvor’s cask with ale. He’d be thirsty after his ride.

After adding two more logs to the fire, she adjusted the position of a cup of red roses on the table next to the butter bowl, then swept some crumbs from the floor.

Her entire body was tingling. She wondered about stripping off her clothes, so she would be ready for him. But as that thought came to her, the sound of Ivan’s hooves clattered around the yard.

He’s here.

She straightened, smoothed her dress, and licked her lips.

Halvor must have seen to Ivan in record time because he quickly appeared at the door.

Silhouetted by the bright sunlight outside, his shoulders nearly touched the frame and he had to stoop a little to get under it.

Duna couldn’t help a tremble of nerves. Her husband was a passionate man with many needs and strength that continued to amaze her. And right now, she knew all of his attention, all of that power and desire, was focused on her.

“On your knees, woman,” he commanded, stepping in and discarding a fur cape that had sat around his shoulders. It landed on the floor with a soft whump.

“Yes, Master.” She did as he’d instructed, her knees settling on a woven rug she kept before the hearth. He appeared even bigger from this angle.

He strode over to her, his long paces covering the space between them fast. As he walked he reached for the button on his breeches and released it. “I have thought of you the entire way back to our home.”

“And I you, while you’ve been gone.”

He shoved at his breeches and undergarments and released his cock. “We have a long night ahead of us.”

“Yes. That pleases me.” His erect cock was level with her face. She swallowed as saliva pooled on her tongue.

“And me… but first.” He cupped her chin. “Open your mouth, I intend to fuck it.”

She didn’t reply, instead she stretched her jaw wide.

“Good.” He fed his cock tip onto her tongue.

She stared up at his face as his flavor spread. He was looking down at her with an almost desperate expression.

Although she was on her knees, taking his cock as his submissive, a sense of power came over her. The knowledge that she could get her mighty warrior husband so impatient, frantic almost, with his need to claim her was as seductive as any aphrodisiac.

“Aye, that’s it, more.” He pushed in further, cupping the back of her head to keep her where he wanted her.

Duna hugged his shaft with her tongue, widening her jaw until it ached.

He gritted his teeth and hissed out a breath.

Reaching forward, she rested her hands on his wide thighs; his flesh was warm, beneath it his muscles tense.

He began to sway his hips, driving his cock in and out of her mouth. Whenever she thought he might go too deep and make her gag, he stopped and withdrew.

She sucked a little, gripped him a lot with her lips, and was careful not to let her teeth catch his shaft; he didn’t like that.

His pace increased, as did his breaths.

Duna was aware of her damp cunny quivering, and her tight nipples pressing against her woolen dress. He was going to take his pleasure soon and spill his seed down her throat.

“It’s here,” he gasped, his fingers tightening in her hair and beneath her chin. “Swallow my seed. Take it into your body.”

Excitement spun through Duna. She’d missed hearing his pleasure, and witnessing his moment of totally relinquishing his usual iron-fisted control over himself.

“Praise to Odin and all his Ravens.”

Halvor’s cock pulsed against her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Salty seed flooded her throat and she swallowed it down.

“Ah, fuck!” He sank deep.

She held her breath. Her eyes were watering. Again she swallowed, though a trickle leaked from the side of her mouth to her chin.

He groaned, long and low, and pulled back.

She snatched in a breath, and as her lungs inflated, he filled her mouth again.

“You’re so fucking good at that,” he said, his voice a low grunt. “It’s what I’ve been thinking of all the way back.”