The Viking's Captive(64)

“Now, my beauty,” Halvor said, upping the pace and the pressure as he flicked his wrist and set the switch over and over again on her delicate nub and folds.

It was there, she wasn’t sure how, but he’d taken her to the point she couldn’t contain it any longer. A sunburst of delight spread through her, holding her hostage for a sweeter than sweet moment. Then at the perfect time, a final whip of the switch spiraled her into ecstasy.

She cried out and bucked against Halvor. She yanked at the rope and fisted her hands. She was dancing on the tips of her toes and her leg, hooked over Halvor’s arm, was kicking and jerking of its own accord.

She was aware of pleasure leaking from her as he continued to gently swat her cunny. How could it be possible for it to feel so good like this? And how had he known it would?

“Aye, that’s it, my little Celt. Give yourself over to me and the switch.”

“Oh, God, no more.” She was jerking now, as if some kind of force had taken over her muscles.

He stopped slapping between her legs, and instead trailed the switch over her chest, the ends scraping against her nipples. She stared at his face, needing something to focus on as she caught her breath and willed her heart not to give out.

“And now you can see,” he said, kissing the tip of her nose, “where the power of trust can take you.”





Chapter Twenty-Two


“I do… trust you, Master,” Duna said.

“Of course you do. I have vowed to protect you and I want to pleasure your body.”

“Can I put my leg down, Master, it’s aching.” Her hip was paining her from the angle at which he had her.

“Of course.” He gently lowered her leg, then rubbed her aching joint. “It’s time to release you. You have been strung up for long enough.”

As he undid the rope at her wrists she glanced at his cock. He was rock hard again. She hoped that meant he’d deliver his seed to her cunny, she was sure she could find pleasure quickly with it.

Once she was free of the rope, Halvor took her into his arms. He kissed her, his tongue stroking hers as his cock pressed against her abdomen.

After several minutes, and when her body started to cool, he picked her up and carried her to the bed.

“I love you,” she said against his mouth as she clung to his shoulders.

“And I love you, forever and a day.”

He set her down, but not on her back as expected, on her front. “Onto your hands and knees, I want you from behind.”

“But…?”

“There will be plenty of time for me to mount you from the front, wife, indeed later you may ride me. For now, though, I want you on your hands and knees.”

“Yes, Master.”

She did as he’d asked, her feet hanging over edge of the bed. Twisting, she glanced over her shoulder, wondering where he’d gone.

He’d retrieved the switch and was at the table. She saw him pick up the small clay bowl that contained butter.

Her breathing had started to return to normal, but anticipation sped it up again, the same with her heart rate, her pulse was thudding in her ears. What did her husband have planned? His ideas for coupling, for finding pleasure, went beyond her imagination.

He set the butter and the switch on the bed next to her, then placed his palms on her buttocks and parted them. “Brace for me.”

“Yes, I… oh…” He’d found her entrance with his cock and pushed deep into her wet cunny. “Master!”

“Aye, that’s good.” He stilled at full depth, giving her time to pant around the sudden dense invasion. “Praise to Thor.”

She arched her back and gripped the blanket. If he was going to shunt in and out she’d need to hold tight.

“That’s it, get ready for my seed.”

He released her buttocks and gripped her hips, his big fingers digging into her flesh.

She groaned, knowing what was coming as he pulled out.

It started quick, his pounding. Thrusting in and out of her cunny. Each time he hit full depth his balls shunted up against her outer lips.

She struggled to catch her breath; the force of his fucking shot the air from her lungs on each lunge.

“So good,” he gasped. “It’s here.”

She whimpered a complaint, wanting to find her pleasure again as he did.

“Squeeze me with your cunny.” He delivered a swift slap to her right buttock.

She cried out and instinctively clenched around him. The feel of his iron-hard shaft inside her was blissful.

He increased the pace and depth then released a loud growl as he spurted his seed into her.

She curled her toes, gripped him tighter with her internal muscles and was rewarded with more groans of pleasure from him as he continued to empty into her.

After three more wild thrusts he stilled and relaxed his grip on her hips.

“Master,” she gasped. “I pleased you?”

“Very much.” He withdrew. “But do not fear, I know you did not get pleasure from that.”

“Your cock in my cunny is always pleasurable.”

“You know what I mean.”

Out of the corner of her eye she saw him reach for the switch and the butter.

What is he doing?

“I needed to get my seed inside you so we can have more children,” he said. “And now that is done.”