As she finally stilled, he leaned over her and touched her cheek. “Esme?”
She stared at him with wonder in her eyes. Those deep green pools filled, shimmering with joy and contentment.
An odd sensation blossomed in his chest. A warm feeling. Happiness?
He lifted her head to untie the gag. “I’m removing this.” She nodded weakly. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? ” He removed the cloth strip from her mouth.
“No, I...you...” She seemed at a loss for words.
He gently took hold of her shoulders. “You are pleased?”
“Oh, my God. I’ve never...” Her smile was bright and pure. Almost innocent. “Wow. You’re good.”
“So I’ve been told.”
Her left eyebrow arched as she eyed him closely. “Modest, aren’t you?”
“Why should I pretend otherwise? Other women have often told me so.”
“Oh?” The smile faded.
“I have powerful needs and sleep with a bed slave almost every night. They are always most eager to accommodate me.”
“Well, good for you.” She thrust out her chin. “So glad I could join the queue.”
Thor’s beard! He had spoiled the moment for her. He shouldn’t have been so forthcoming, though it was the truth. “I didn’t mean to make light of your...reaction.”
She harrumphed and struggled to sit up. “Will you please untie me?”
“Yes.” He tapped her thigh. “Roll over.”
As she complied, his gaze was drawn to her shapely buttocks. He caressed one, then the other. “Your body is highly arousing.” He slipped his fingers between her cheeks.
“Get out of there,” she barked.
He laughed and slapped her lightly on the left buttock. “All of you belongs to me. Every part, even that which you hold most private.”
“Over my dead body. Now, untie me.”
He loosened his belt at her wrists, freeing her hands. “There.”
She sprang to a sitting position and covered her chest with her arms. “I’m not accustomed to being manhandled. Would you please hand me my sweater?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because we’re not finished.”
She cast down her gaze. “I didn’t think so.”
“In time you will become used to my...ah, needs.” He placed his hand on her thigh and circled his thumb over her skin. “Yes, you will enjoy our nightly couplings.”
“Maybe.” She looked at him through half-closed lids. “Until you tire of me.”
“Perhaps I won’t ever tire of you.” He moved his hand toward her sex and twirled his fingers in her nether hair, still damp from his mouthing.
She clamped her hand over his. “No. I know enough about sex to know that you’ll eventually toss me out like yesterday’s newspaper and take other women to your bed.”
“Yesterday’s what? Never mind.” He liked how she challenged him and distracted him. He liked many things about her, which surprised him. He leaned close and deliberately lowered his voice to convey a hint of warning, enjoying the game.
“If you don’t want another to take your place, then show me now why I should keep you.”
*****
Esme stared at him. “What do you mean?”
A very male smile blossomed on his lips. “Show me why I should not replace you with another woman.”
She suspected where this conversation was heading. “What do you mean...exactly?”
“I want you to pleasure me, with your mouth.”
She gulped. “Pleasure you?” Did he mean what she thought he meant?
“If you wish to keep my interest, you must satisfy all my desires.”
She blew out a breath. “So, let me get this straight. If I, uh, suck your cock regularly, to put it bluntly, you won’t push me out the door and invite someone else in?” Was she really having this conversation?
He smirked. “Something like that.”
Her throat felt like she’d just swallowed a ball of dryer lint. “I’ve never done it before.”
The only other rampant penis she’d ever seen in the flesh belonged to Sven. She’d often touched his cock during their semester of serial shagging, but she’d never put it in her mouth. The idea repulsed her at the time. But, that was then, and this was now.
“Then it’s time to learn,” he said, locking his eyes onto hers like a laser beam, “and I’m a very good teacher.” Rising from the bed, he stood before her and lowered his trousers.
Holy cow! She swallowed hard at the sight of all that gloriously naked muscle and sinew. He looked like a Greek god. His ass was out of this world, and his slender hips perched over a pair of muscular thighs that would’ve made Lance Armstrong jealous.
But it was his erection that made her heart race and her throat constrict. His feet hadn’t lied. His shaft was long and thick, jutting from his body with the insolence of a man used to having his way.
“It doesn’t frighten you, does it?” he asked, stroking it slowly, bunching and unbunching the foreskin.
Her gaze traveled along the slight incline from the root, nestled in the coarse blonde hair of his groin, to the smooth, rounded, mushroom head, dark pink with arousal.
“No. It doesn’t frighten me.” Like hell, it doesn’t.
“I will teach you to pleasure me with your mouth.”
Her heart lurched. What if she did it wrong? What if she got sick and puked all over him?
He crawled back onto the bed, grabbed a pillow and put it under his head. He stretched out, looking for all the world like an aroused centerfold.
“Come here.” His voice was a low rumble.
“Stein, I...uh, I don’t know.”
She tried to back away from him, but he imprisoned her wrist with his he-man grip.
“Don’t be afraid. It won’t bite you.”
He positioned her hand a few inches above his unbelievable phallus. A tiny bead of his essence, like a shiny, precious pearl, had already settled in the slit.
His blue eyes had darkened to deep pools of desire, fierce and determined. “Touch me.” He let go of her wrist.
She lowered her hand, just grazing the rosy tip before jerking it away.
“Touch me, woman...more.” His voice was gruff, but the command was also a plea.
Why not touch him? She really wanted to.
Tentatively, she lowered her hand and wrapped her fingers around him. Stiff with embarrassment, she held his shaft like it was a stick of TNT.
“Relax your fingers,” he murmured. “Caress me with your hand.”
She stared at his cock, unable to move. Her gaze followed the prominent vein under the skin down to his sac. His heavy and very male sac. She looked up at him, unsure of herself.
“I am waiting.”
She took a deep breath and moved her hand up and down his length, gently moving the velvety skin over the steel beneath. It was warm. It was alive. It was Stein.
As she continued to stroke him, her hesitation diminished. It wasn’t so bad. In fact, it felt pretty damn good. Feeling bold, she touched his sac with her other hand, then caressed it tenderly, marveling at the firm, round testes secreted within the thick, wrinkled skin.
She studied his face. His eyes were closed, and his mouth curved in a beatific smile. He was lost in some other reality. Every now and then a soft moan escaped his lips, encouraging her.
“Stein,” she whispered.
His eyes opened. They had a dreamy quality, not unlike Mr. Darcy’s when she scratched his belly.
“Am I doing it right?”
“Yes.” He closed them again.
“What should I do next?”
“You know what to do.”
Yes, she knew what he wanted. It was an exhilarating thought. She would make him come right out of his skin. She would be in control. Power zipped through her, ramping up her confidence.
She positioned herself between his outstretched legs and dipped her head. Hovering, open-m
outhed over his weeping erection, she touched him with her breath.
He fisted his hands at his sides, not in anger, but in frustrated anticipation. “Please, Esme,” he croaked, “please take me in your mouth.”
“Yes, Stein. I’ll do it for you.”
She flicked her tongue at the pearly drop nestled in the slit at the tip. It tasted salty, surprising her. She licked some more and then ran her tongue over and around the head, finally sinking it into the slim opening. He groaned with deep satisfaction.
She couldn’t believe she was actually licking a man’s penis and enjoying it. If anybody had told her last week that she’d be fellating a gorgeous, well-endowed Viking like an x-rated movie star, she’d have laughed herself silly.
But she wasn’t laughing now. No, sir. She was on top of the world. Pleasuring him like this made her feel strong and powerful, like a woman who knew what she wanted and took it.
Stein’s hands were suddenly on either side of her head, gently pulling her down, urging her to do more.
And she did. Gladly.
Parting her lips, she took him fully in her mouth, making him moan with such intensity, she felt it reverberate down his shaft. She moved up and down the column of his cock, slowly at first, being careful not to scrape her teeth too hard against his flesh. Gaining confidence, she increased her pace. Sucking and licking, she explored every millimeter of him, savoring each of his groans as an affirmation of her new-found skill. The satiny texture of his skin and the earthy taste of him were wonderful, but it was his musky male aroma that affected her like a shot of adrenaline.
Her clitoris twitched as the pressure began to build again between her thighs. She moaned her own pleasure, like she was tasting a delicious food for the first time, her higher-pitched mewling a counterpoint to the deep rumble of his arousal.
His breathing grew shallow and rapid, and his body damp with sweat. He moaned long and hard, digging his strong fingers into her scalp. “Faster,” he urged her. “Harder.”
She stepped it up, alternately sucking, then lapping her tongue over the sensitive underside of the head. Her hands were busy too, caressing the long, thick shaft and massaging his balls.
“Thor’s beard!” he shouted, ready to explode.
She didn’t know exactly what would happen next, but she was determined to see it through. A bit squeamish about swallowing his essence, she nonetheless wanted to know what it was like. In a weird way, it would connect them by giving her, quite literally, a taste of his masculine strength and power.
He was bucking into her mouth now, ready to release. She prepared herself and didn’t let up.
“Aaaahhh!” His hands pressed her skull as he came, pulsing the warm, salty fluid into her mouth in an intense, drawn-out orgasm. Sublimating her natural gag response, she swallowed his ejaculate in two huge gulps.
Slowly he stilled. “By Odin’s left ball!” he gasped, gazing at her with wide eyes, a lop-sided grin on his handsome face. “You are a quick learner.”
“You think so?” She dabbed her mouth with the sheet. “I did it all right?”
Judging from the wiped-out look on his face and his heaving chest, she’d done better than that.
He reached for her hand. “Yes, you did very well.”
She grinned broadly. "Great!" Indeed, she was exceedingly pleased with herself.
*****
Stein lay on the bed, sated and surprised. His release had been outstanding, the best he could remember in a very, very long time. For the first time in months, he felt no anger, no shame, only pleasure and contentment.
The pleasant fog finally lifted from his mind, and he focused on the strange, but alluring, creature who still knelt between his legs, gazing at him with a mix of awe and self-satisfaction.
“It’s not often that I’m pleasured in this way. Most women find it distasteful.” He chuckled. “I’m glad you do not.”
“I can’t believe I did it.” Her smile could melt an iceberg. “I always thought it would be awful, but it wasn’t. It was thrilling.”
“You’ve really never done this before?”
“No. Not ever.”
He cupped her chin. “Then I am honored.”
His instincts had been right. She was going to be an excellent bed slave and would give him many nights of pleasure. True, she was unusual, almost alien in fact with her odd clothes, speech and ideas, but wasn’t that why he’d bought her in the first place? She’d appealed to his natural curiosity, as well as his sexual urges. Best of all, she lifted the dark mood that had plagued him and made him feel good about himself. At least for the moment.
“Stein?” The corners of her mouth tipped up. “Um, what happens next?”
He chortled. “Now you are eager to be taken?”
She didn’t say anything, just gazed at him with her big, green eyes. If he wasn’t careful, he could lose himself in those deep, viridian pools.
“I need a few moments to...recover.” He lay down and spread his arm across the pillows. “Come, lie with me awhile. It won’t take long, I assure you.”
“Okay.” She stretched out next to him, resting her head in the crook of his arm.
He buried his face in her fragrant hair. “I promise we shall consummate our relationship before the sun rises.” He kissed the top of her head. “That is, if it’s all right with you.”
She turned to look at him. “Oh, it’s all right. It’s definitely all right. Thanks for asking.”
“Good.”
He checked himself. He had just asked permission of a bed slave to fuck her. That was not a good beginning. He was behaving like a green youth with his first woman. Freyja's tits! He was her owner and her master!
If he didn’t get a handle on things, she’d have him dangling at the end of her string like a puppet. No, if they were going to live peaceably together - and if he were to maintain the upper hand - she would require obedience training. It was not too early to begin.
He cleared his throat. “I want you to do something for me.”
“Yes, what is it?” Her voice was soft and sweet.
“From now on, you will call me ‘master.’”
She stilled and pursed her lips together in a perfect heart, defiance flaring in her eyes. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
“You are still my slave. You must not forget that. I want you to call me ‘master.’”
She snapped her head toward the wall and inched away from him.
“We enjoyed each other this evening, the first of many nights we shall share, but you are my slave, Esme. When I command you, you must obey. Now, lie close to me.”
He pulled her roughly into the curve of his body and held her there. She tried to wriggle away, but he tightened his grip.
“Calm yourself. It must be this way between us.”
She lay against him as rigid as a tree trunk. He took a deep breath. She was as spirited as his prized stallion. Putting a halter on her would be a necessity...and a challenge.
“Good night, Esme.”
She stirred in his arms and huffed so quietly, he barely heard her.
“Good night...master.”
CHAPTER 8
Esme couldn’t sleep. Her body was still in sexual overdrive, and lying skin-to-skin with Stein wasn’t helping to cool her down. It had been a night to remember, that’s for sure. He’d given her a world-class orgasm, and she'd returned the favor with a masterful blow job. She’d felt strong and empowered, like she could conquer the world. It was a heady feeling.
And then he had to go and spoil everything. ‘Master,’ indeed. All her feminist views were just poppycock to him. He wanted her body, nothing else. Well, he’d be disappointed if he expected her to kow-tow to him and jump into bed every time he snapped his fingers. She may have been hijacked to the Middle Ages, but she would not be a door mat to an eleventh-century male chauvinist.
She listened to his slow, steady breathing. He slept like a baby, of course, while she was wide awake, her mind a jumble
of thoughts and emotions.
What had just happened? Images popped into her mind of the intimate things they’d done to each other. She inhaled deeply. The musky aroma of their sex play remained, spicy and suggestive. A twizzle of desire fluttered in her belly. Damn him! Her traitorous body was ready to start Round Two. How could she possibly desire a man who was only interested in her body?
Duh! Men did it all the time. They separated their feelings from their physical needs without a second thought. Was that possible for her? Could she desire him and, at the same time, resent his domineering personality? Was she able to think more like a man?
A beam of clarity shot through her. Why not? She could be as dispassionate as any male of the species and have guilt-free, no-strings-attached, sex, too. Her emotions didn’t have to be involved. It would be difficult, but she could do it. Especially if it meant surviving this crazy trip without being emotionally bruised.
Tonight had proven she could do anything she set her mind to. If she ever got back to Asgard, she’d show her father and everyone else that she could be independent and successful. She didn't need a man. She could take care of herself, thank you, very much.
She might even quit her job and become a full time weaver. She loved her father, but she didn’t have to fulfill all his expectations. She wanted to make him happy, of course, but it was her life. She could live it as she pleased, even choose a man who didn’t meet her father’s criteria. She stifled a chuckle. Stein wouldn’t even make the reject list.
She felt a twinge of guilt. Her father needed her now more than ever, and here she was playing sex games with Stein, the Viking god studmuffin. If she only had a pair of ruby slippers to take her back to Minnesota.
From time to time over the past few hours, it'd occurred to her that she might really be dead. But what a strange after-life this would be. Where was God and where was Heaven? Then again, she might have gone in the other direction, but having mind-blowing oral sex with Stein Magnuson hardly seemed like appropriate punishment.
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