The Viking's Conquest

by Felicity Brandon

  His expression softens just slightly at my admission.

  “Will you be obedient?” he demands quietly.

  I don’t even have to think. The last few days and hours have taught me the difference between a ‘happy’ and a ‘displeased’ Anders. When he is content with me, he will seek to bring me bliss, and yet when his light falls elsewhere the world becomes a very cold place indeed. I don’t even give a thought to the feisty Aurelie of old who less than three days ago was the sovereign by proxy of her father’s land.

  “I will,” I say and I mean it.

  He stares down at me, perhaps watching me for a sign of my dishonesty on the subject. “And will you submit to my authority, without query?”

  A flicker of a smile forms on my lips before I can stop it. In spite of my desire to submit to Anders, the prospect of me never questioning his word seems absolutely ludicrous.

  “I will try, my Lofðungr,” I reply as honestly as I can.

  “You will try,” he repeats as though he cannot believe the words have just left my lips. “Yes, you will, my captive! And if you fail in this endeavour, then do you know what will await you?”

  Shivers of excitement pass through my body as I imagine what he would do in these instances.

  “You will punish me, my Lofðungr,” I say, my voice barely audible.

  I meet his eye and nearly shrivel under the weight of his stare. I swear to the gods that the look in his eye could melt the snow in the frozen lands of the north.

  “Yes, Aurelie.” He presses his groin into me, demonstrating how the subject makes him feel. I acknowledge his hardness with a guttural groan that escapes my throat before I can stop it. “You will be taken over my knee and punished however I see fit. You are mine after all—mine to use, mine to punish, and mine to adore.”

  At the last words, his mouth falls the short distance south to my own open lips. His tongue flicks across my parted mouth and then falls heavily against my lips, claiming me in that slow, sensual way that I have grown to revere about him. The kiss is full of passion and promise of what fate will await me in his hands. As his tongue caresses me I imagine my life with Anders—as Anders’ possession. The likely service and humiliation swirls around my mind, as well as the inevitable spankings I will incur and their resulting pain. But oh—the pleasure he will bring me if I concede! The feelings he has made my body undergo in the last day are like nothing else I have ever experienced. Now that this submissive woman in me has been awoken, I do not know if I can bear the thought of my life without this connection—without Anders.

  The kiss concludes, and he plants smaller caresses over my lower lip and then slowly he assesses me again with a look so sinful it could actually produce flames.

  “I told you right from the beginning, I will never take you by force. You will never be compelled to couple with me, but if you choose to submit and surrender yourself to me then I promise you I will never stop pleasing you.”

  “I remember,” I reply breathlessly.

  “Have I been true to my word?” he asks me.

  I respond without hesitation. “Yes, my Lofðungr, you have never tried to take me with force. Each time you have had me, I have wanted you.”

  Saying the words out loud somehow seems to make them even more powerful and I flush as I confess them.

  “Good,” he says. “I promise to always honour your consent. You may be my captive, but you are still wanted and desired.”

  “You have my consent,” I murmur, feeling the crown of his now fully erect cock nudging between my thighs.

  He chuckles darkly, and stretches my wrists north as he slowly eases himself into my wet folds.

  Chapter Twenty-Four: Early Risings

  I rouse from a deep slumber, feeling the heat of Anders’ body to my right. Opening my eyes, I catch a glimpse of him in the half light. My belly twists as I assess the face of the man who has both loved and shamed me. He really is quite captivating to look at—those full lips, the beautiful bone structure and deep penetrating eyes… As he sleeps I notice for the first time just how long and fair his eyelashes are. Never before have I seen a man like this, but then never before have I ever woken up next to one.

  He stirs and rolls away from me, taking his long blond locks with him. Stretching out my limbs, I acknowledge the cuffs that still remain at my wrists and ankles, and muse that I am truly his prisoner. I continue to explore my body, finding and tugging at the ring of leather that sits at my neck, and all at once I desire to clean myself up. I imagine how I must look after everything that has transpired in the last day, raising my hands to my hair and feeling the matted canopy over my face. In this moment I determine that I must make myself more presentable before Anders awakes. Swinging my legs from the bed I assume a seated position, and immediately the lingering pain of my spankings awakens. I find my feet quickly to relieve the pressure on my tender behind. Not only has it been thoroughly punished, but my muscles feel sore and used. I recall how Anders had filled my final hole and I cannot help but blush at the memory. Clenching my muscles, I feel the ache but also enjoy the recollections that it inspires.

  I jump down from the high mattress and creep away from my sleeping prince, wondering if I can make it to the bathing area without being spotted. As I move I am aware of my throbbing nipples, which had been so gloriously decorated yesterday evening. I have no memory of the cloak pins being removed, but then I barely remember falling asleep at all. My last memory had been Anders pounding my sex again, but in the slowest and most sensual way. I remember the smell of his hair falling over my face as he reached his climax, and then the warmth of our bodies, still intertwined. Beyond this there are no clear memories, and I reconcile that Anders must have removed them at some point after slumber had taken me. I look down to my breasts and see the red hue where the pins had been attached. Seeing the physical signs of my own submission makes me feel strangely proud, and I stroke my tender bosom unthinkingly.

  “Where, may I ask, are you going, my lady?”

  The sound of Anders’ voice splinters my line of thought and sends that energy curling back through my body. I look to the bed and see him there, propped up on his elbows watching me. From here I can see the musculature of his shoulders and stomach in all of their glory.

  “Apologies, my Lofðungr,” I reply in little more than a whisper. “I was hoping to make myself more presentable to you before you awoke.”

  I realise how flimsy my answer sounds and worry at once whether he will think I am trying to escape. The thought had genuinely not even crossed my mind.

  He regards me thoughtfully for a moment before he responds. “You look fine from here, Aurelie, but let me see for myself. Come to me.”

  His words conceal what I suspect to be wicked intent on his part, but slowly my feet shuffle their way back toward the bed, except that this time I make for the side where he lies resting. I approach the bedpost and his words halt me immediately.

  “How best should you advance, my captive?”

  Our eyes meet for a moment as I consider his question. Now awake, those blue orbs are full of emotion again. He blinks, showing off those long lashes, and then eyes me intensely. Wordlessly I understand what he intends and without prompting I fall to my knees onto the rug-covered floor, making the remainder of the journey in a slow crawl. I reach the side of his bed, my aching breasts hanging in front of me.

  “Very good,” he says softly, allowing his right hand to play with my hair as he continues. “Now let me look at you properly. Up on your knees, hands behind your head; present yourself to me for inspection.”

  I swallow hard at his words, feeling the ignominy of them burning in my face. The thought of being inspected this way is almost as dehumanising as my bondage yesterday, and yet my body spikes with arousal at the prospect.

  “Well?” he asks, his tone clipped.

  Realising that my self-analysis has left him waiting, I comply with his command at once, rising to my knees and linking my fingers behind
my head. He twists his body to the right toward me. The movement causes the cover to fall from him, revealing the rest of his toned stomach and his manhood, which is already rising at the mere prospect of my inspection.

  I say nothing, but watch him as he reaches for my breasts with both of his large hands. They find my bosom simultaneously and begin squeezing my aching mounds. I close my eyes, acknowledging both the pain and the sensuality of the act.

  “Widen your legs, my captive,” purrs Anders from over me. “Let me see how wet you are for me.”

  I open my eyes in time to see him looming over me, his body now half swung out of bed and his right foot just in front of where I kneel. I separate my legs in silence and see his right hand dip south, over my midriff to my wet folds below. He rubs my sex with his large palm and then lands three hard smacks across the area. I yelp at the surprise of this new hurt, but my body responds in an instant. Arousal pools at the contact with my excited nub and I realise that Anders has felt it too.

  “Mmmm…” he says, his voice a deep breathless sound. “Now turn around. Let me see that behind of yours.”

  He removes his hand and I begin a slow spin to my right, until my ass is exposed for him to see.

  “Back on all fours, Aurelie,” he commands, and like the little pet I have become I respond with obedience; pushing my behind out to him.

  “That looks painful,” he says, sounding rather amused as he runs a line over the seat of my bottom. “Does it hurt, my captive?”

  “Yes, a little,” I admit, dipping my head at the shameful confession.

  “Good,” he replies. “Then you will not forget its meaning or who you now belong to?”

  “No, my Lofðungr,” I mumble in response.

  His fingers move down to my sex again and massage my lips for a few seconds. The feeling is perfect and I hope silently that Anders will take pity on me and pleasure me this way. My anticipation is crushed as he collects the wetness from between my folds and then raises his fingers north. I know in an instant where they are going and as he finds my tenderness, he rubs the moisture into the hole.

  “Put your face on the floor, my captive and lift that ass for me.”

  I comply with a deep sigh, lowering my face to the cold floor and resting my arms flat at either side of my head. I offer him my ass with little resistance. Slowly he continues his exploration of the area, massaging it gently. Gradually he dips one and then two digits into me and I gasp at the feeling, recalling how enormous his erection had been inside me. His weight shifts on the bed and I hear him moving closer as his fingers fuck my ass. I lay here, my face and breasts pushed against the hard floor, whilst my hips and behind are raised and open to Anders. He plays with my body at his leisure, choosing which hole to fill and when to halt the exploration. He never stops to ask my permission, and the reality makes me feel so incredibly wanton. I am reduced to being just his plaything, with little or no will of my own. I am here to obey and serve him—a fact that he reinforces with both my punishments and my pleasure. His fingers push deeper, extracting a deep throaty response from my mouth. I know my folds are slick with my own moisture—a thought that serves to degrade and excite me even further.

  “Exquisite,” he calls from over me. “Soon I will find some permanent fixture to adorn your behind and keep that hole ready for me, but for now my fingers will have to do.”

  My mind reels at this revelation, unsure as to what he could possibly refer, but far too afraid to ask. He pulls his fingers from me, wiping my arousal against my tanned cheeks.

  “Up now,” he says, “and as you were before.”

  I rise back to my knees and spin slowly to face him. I imagine that my face is now as red as my behind is. He is sitting on the edge of the bed, his manhood now fully erect and inviting.

  “Where should your arms be?” he snaps as he regards me, and instantly I realise that they have fallen to my sides instead of being by the side of my head. I blush deeper at my mistake.

  “I’m sorry, my Lofðungr,” I answer, rectifying their position. “I forgot your instructions.”

  I risk a glance up at his face to gauge how annoyed he is at my error. Our eyes meet and his orbs plough into me.

  “Do you need to be taken over my knee again and reminded of my instructions, my captive?”

  His tone is terse and it makes me tense with anxiety. “Please no, my Lofðungr,” I reply, imploring him with my eyes as I think about how sore my behind is already. “I swear that I will not forget again!”

  He eyes me with a new intensity as he considers my plea. Then his glare softens just a little and is replaced by something else; something new and more wicked. He raises one finger and beckons to me.

  “If you are not to be spanked for your transgression, then you’ll need to make yourself useful instead.”

  I move toward him on my knees until my breasts brush against the top of his shins. Anders shifts his body further toward the edge of the bed, pressing his legs into my flesh and pushing his erection out proudly to meet my face.

  “Open,” he commands as his cock nears my mouth.

  I glance up—oh so willing to devour him—as he slides his hardness into my mouth, pushing against the side of my cheek before retreating.

  “You will be used to satisfy me this way every morning, Aurelie,” he says, pushing his length back into me. This time he straightens, making his way down my throat until I gag around him. I blink the reflexive tears away from my eyes as he withdraws again, and watch him making short, insistent thrusts into my mouth. He tastes divine; that perfect combination of hot and salty. I imagine I can taste something of my own arousal on his flesh and that thought goads my deepening excitement.

  I kneel here, legs spread and hands behind my head whilst he fucks my mouth this way. I would truly love to take him between my lips and pleasure him myself, but Anders makes it clear that this is not an option. This it seems is yet another way to reinforce my place, on the floor and at his feet—here to give him pleasure. My thighs dampen as I consider it and all the while he pounds my mouth with his cock, possessing it any way he chooses. After some moments he grabs my hair into his right hand, lacing his arm through the open window of my bent elbow and holds my head in place as he fucks me.

  By now he is standing, towering over me as he slides his length in and out of my open, waiting mouth. I sense the tension growing in his body and feel certain that his pleasure is going to reach a climax soon, so it surprises me when all of a sudden he pulls away. A line of drool connects my mouth to his throbbing erection as he reseats himself on the bed and then moves back lithely. He lies there, propped up on his elbows and watches me, still in position on the floor.

  “Do you understand that this is how you will please me every morning?” he asks. His voice is raspy and he sounds painfully aroused. I clench the muscles between my legs at the sound.

  “Yes, my Lofðungr,” I reply, feeling my drool falling from my chin to my chest.

  “Up here,” he commands, patting the bed next to his groin. “Straddle me.”

  I eye him excitedly, unsure of his intentions and yet pleased to be allowed up from the cold floor. I climb onto the bed slowly, watching him carefully and yet he makes no move toward me. Crawling over the top of his legs, I find myself straddling his large thighs, his cock just an inch ahead of my own parted folds. Anders watches my responses with a grin. He is clearly enjoying not only setting the pace, but having the power to totally change direction at will. My head feels as though it is spinning as he reaches for my left breast and begins to massage it. My nipples bead at once, eager for his touch and my body arches as I move toward the exquisite stimulation. Seeing my enjoyment, he leans upward, grabbing my other breast and taking the bud into his hot mouth. Instinctively I close my eyes at the intense sensation, hearing a gasp leave my lips as he suckles me. He removes the nipple from between his lips and stares up at me.

  “You were not trying to escape from me this morning, were you, my captive?”r />
  His eyes are dark and look utterly delicious.

  “No,” I answer immediately. “I was not, my Lofðungr, I swear it.”

  My body tenses as he eyes me, clearly trying to decide if I am speaking the truth. The prospect of upsetting him again and earning yet more punishment fills me with a deep dread. You have to believe me, I implore him with my eyes. For a long moment there is silence save for my laboured breathing. I feel his hardness throbbing impatiently at my thigh as though it too awaits its master’s verdict.

  “Good,” he says sensually, raising one hand to caress the side of my face. “Because if I thought you were trying to run, I would have to keep you chained to my bed, Aurelie.”

  Our eyes meet again and his intensity sears me. I squirm at the prospect of the bondage, inadvertently rubbing against his erection. “Oh, you like this idea, do you?” he asks me sardonically, one eyebrow rising at the question.

  I blush at his words, realising that we both know the truth. Fortunately, he says nothing further on the issue, but relaxes back onto the bed as he speaks again.

  “If you are a good girl and serve me well, then I will return your generosity, my sweeting.”

  I gaze at him, uncertain of how I should respond. Seeing my hesitation, he smiles. “Mount me, Aurelie,” he says, watching me. “Ride my cock and bring us both pleasure.”

  I can barely believe my ears, but climb further up his body quickly, before he changes his mind. Settling myself over the crown of his erection, anxiety creeps into my mind. How will he feel this way? Will he be too large for me? How should I please him?

  “Aurelie?” Anders’ voice cuts through the tension in my mind with ease. He takes my right hand and squeezes it a little. “That’s it, just put me inside of you and take me in…”

  Reassured by his small gesture, I position the crown against my wetness and then push myself down onto him. Feeling him fill me this way is incredible, and he smiles as he watches me.