The Viking's Captive(65)

“Yes, Master.”

“But the eve has just begun and I have more planned for both of our pleasure.”

“You do?” She wasn’t really surprised, and she was pleased.

“Aye, but you must once more trust me.” He was smoothing his palm over her buttocks.

“Of course I trust you.”

“This will push that trust, but I promise you will find pleasure, if you do as I say.”

“Yes, Master.” A tremble ran up her spine. What did he have in store for her?

He ran a finger down the cleft of her buttocks and settled it over her asshole.

Duna sucked in a breath and closed her eyes.

He’d played with her ass several times since the episode with the ginger. He’d fingered her there after a spanking and once during coupling when she’d ridden him he’d slipped two digits in, knuckle deep. Frequently he’d mentioned filling her there with his big cock.

“It’s time, wife,” he said softly. “To take you fully, and finally claim you here.” He pushed his finger into her. It was a smooth glide, his way eased by something slippery.

“What is that?” She twisted a little to look.

“No, stay still. It is the butter, easing the way.”

“Yes, Master.” She hung her head and concentrated on the sensation he was producing. Her tight ring was opening for him.

On and on he pushed, then added another finger. It didn’t hurt; the experience was different, and interesting, and it did feel good.

“That’s it, stay nice and relaxed.” He spread his fingers, widening her further.

She screwed up her eyes and willed the tiny amount of sting to dissipate. It did.

“It will take my cock a few minutes to get hard again,” he said, withdrawing. “And you still need some preparation.”

“Yes, Master. I understand.” She swayed her hips, missing his attention.

He chuckled. “Don’t worry, there’s more, much more.”

Something pressed against her asshole again. But it wasn’t his fingers this time, or his cock.

“Halvor?”

“Shh,” he murmured, pressing his palm on the small of her back. “Keep still.” Whatever was at her rear entrance pushed forward, parting her hole with firm insistence.

“But?” It was big and wide, cool too.

“It’s the switch handle. The perfect width to prepare you.”

“Oh…” Really? He was putting the leather handle up her ass?

“It’s coated in butter to help it slither in.”

“I can’t, it’s too much.”

“No, it’s not.” His tone was firm. “No bigger than two or maybe three of my fingers.”

“That’s a lot, Master.”

“Your body can do this.” He rubbed her back in small gentle circles and quieted his voice. “Try and relax.”

She blew out a breath and forced her muscles to soften.

“Well done, much better, my beauty.”

He continued to slide the slick leather into her. It was like the ginger plug but a bit wider and without the sting.

“That’s it.” He kissed first her right and then her left buttock. “That’s enough.”

“Yes, Master.” Her arms were weak so she rested down, her forehead on the blanket and her ass high in the air.

“So pretty,” he said, smoothing up and down her back and stroking her hair. “Indeed you look like a pretty mare with a tail.”

“Oh, God.” She moaned, not really wanting to imagine what she looked like with the switch sticking from her ass.

“I like it,” he said, kissing over her ear, his breath loud and hot. “Expect to be rendered in this position again.”

She didn’t answer; instead she turned and looked at him.

He stepped back and gripped his cock. “It won’t take me long.” His gaze slid over her body as he began to work himself. “And then I will take the place of the switch.”

She clenched around the handle. Sparks of desire shot to her cunny and her nub and she groaned.

“Just the thought of it excites you, doesn’t it?” He smiled at her and sped up. “Do not fear, you haven’t got long to wait.”

“Halvor, but what if I…?”

“You can and you will.” He hunched forward a little, his big shoulders shifting as he masturbated. “I’m ready, seeing you like this makes my cock ready again very quickly.”

This is it. The moment of taking Halvor into my most private place has arrived.

She swallowed a lump of nerves, then trembled as Halvor ran his hand down her spine.

“Do not fear this,” he said. “Find the pleasure. I will help you.”

“Yes, Master.”

He caressed her buttocks, tracing the lines the branches of the switch had made earlier.

Duna took long breaths and pushed up to her arms again, locking her elbows. Her body was still hot from the slaps he’d given her with the switch, her skin tingling as if she was aware of every tiny section of it.

And her cunny was wet, his seed leaking from her. Her nub was throbbing in time with her pulse.

“I’m taking this out now.” As Halvor had spoken he removed the handle, sliding it with ease from her body.