The Viking's Captive(63)

“Aye.” Again he slid the switch ends downward, this time past her breasts and over her stomach. He then walked around her, so that the ends rested on her ass cheeks.

She tensed; she knew full well the bite the switch could deliver was sharp. “I’m sorry.”

“It is not of major consequence,” he said, his voice low and firm. “But it was an order not carried out.”

The switch left her ass, but only for a second then it connected with a swift slap covering both cheeks.

“Ouch!” She jerked forward. “I’m sorry.” Damn it, was she really going to get such a severe punishment for such a small mistake?

He struck again, hard.

“Oh!” She clenched her ass cheeks.

“That is it,” he said, moving close and speaking into her ear. “You have taken the switch’s bite, now it will give you pleasure.”

“It will?” She wasn’t sure she believed him.

“Aye, for it pleases me to see your bottom so red at my hand, and I think it will please you to feel the switch’s kinder side.”

“Does it have one?”

“All you have to do is let yourself feel. Close your eyes.”

Duna closed her eyes. As darkness took the place of the flames in the hearth, Halvor began to slide the switch over her body.

After a moment of it caressing her back, she blew out a breath and allowed herself to enjoy the sensation of all the ends tickling her. But when he reached her ass he gave her a few teasing strikes, not enough to hurt like before, only enough to spread fingers of heat over her flesh.

“Your skin is always such a wonderful color,” he said, “and with the kiss of my switch even more so.” The teasing whips continued now, up her back and over her shoulders. Duna quickly discovered she liked them more than the gentle caresses. Her body had a tiny reaction to each one, and in her dark world small flashes accompanied the stings.

Halvor moved around her, using the switch as if it were an implement of pleasure, not torture. Covering all her body, her torso, legs, and arms with heat.

She was breathing fast, her chest rising and falling. Her nipples were tight peaks, and when he applied the switch there, with the same flick of his wrist, she cried out.

“Does that pain you?” he asked.

“In… in a good way…”

“That is my intention. You’re as bright as the blazing sun, Duna, your body is mine, and so are your thoughts.” He set the switch on the floor at her feet.

“Yes, Master.”

He stood and kissed her, deep and passionate, then trailed his mouth over her cheek and down her neck.

When he reached her breasts he massaged each one and suckled each teat.

She moaned and let her head fall back. Her husband’s attention on her body was heavenly.

He moved lower, until she sensed he was on his knees before her.

“Like this.” He cupped the back of her thigh and lifted her leg.

The sole of her foot settled on the broad plane of his shoulder and cool air washed over her spread cunny.

“So pretty,” he said, his breath heating her folds.

Suddenly something cool and smooth pushed at her entrance.

“Halvor, what’s that?” She looked downward.

“Close your eyes.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She snapped her eyelids shut. “But what is…”

“It’s the end of the switch, it’s perfectly smooth and clean, Duna, and it’s going to fuck you.”

“Oh, but I—”

He’d set his mouth over her pleasure nub as he’d eased the switch inside her. It wasn’t as thick as his cock, and she was wet enough to take it. But it was his devilishly clever tongue that had fogged her mind and stolen the words on her tongue.

She yanked on the rope and teetered on her one foot. Halvor had her cunny pressed against his mouth and his tongue was thrashing at her nub.

“Oh, oh, please… it’s so…”

On occasion he’d tease her, build her up slowly, but not this time. Her Viking was pushing her to the finish line with speed and skill.

She was panting, her heart racing. The switch was pushing in and out of her, and the pressure was mounting.

“I’m going to, oh, Halvor…” She arched her back, bucked wildly. Her thighs were trembling and her toes curled into his shoulder.

Suddenly he stood, tugging the switch from her. He hooked his arm behind her thigh, dragging her leg upward until her knee almost touched her breast.

“Oh, Halvor, I was just about to…” Her eyes misted beneath her lids.

“And you still will, watch.”

As he’d spoken, a sharp spread of fingers flicked against her cunny.

She jerked and groaned.

“Look down,” he said. “Watch your pleasure unfold.”

She opened her eyes and stared downward. He was flicking the end of the switch at her cunny. With her legs so stretched wide, each hit was a lick of fire and caught her nub.

“It feels so…”

He smiled; his lips were damp as was his chin. “Release your pleasure, wife, now.”

She held her breath. It was a strange sensation, hard but not, and with her entire body on fire from the switch already, this felt like the last part of her flesh to take it.