Nordic Lessons

by Christine Edwards

  “Yes, I appreciate that. The time we’ve shared has made me feel so happy, so loved. Although, I have to admit, you are quite a distraction! I must learn to manage my time better or I’ll never have the pieces completed that I need for the gallery.”

  “Mmm, sweetheart, I can think of a million ways to motivate you.” I give her a devious stare.

  “Can you now?”

  “You better believe it. And you can be damn certain it’s gonna be on right after dinner, Elora.”

  “Is that a promise?” Her eyes glitter with desire.

  My cock throbs. “Damn straight, min skjønne. Now eat up, baby, you’re gonna need every ounce of your energy.”

  After hauling ass though the pounding snow, we’re back in our spacious room. She’s both excited and nervous. She’s bound to be feeling good, having downed three glasses of White Star. I cross my arms in front of my chest and stand still, tracking her sensual movements as she cautiously backs away over toward the gas fireplace in the far corner. The light cast from the fire makes it seem as if her hair is in flames. Fucking stunning. I’m not waiting a moment longer.

  “I hope you remember that you’re still in for it for mouthing off earlier in the sauna. Am I wrong?”

  She blushes deeply and begins to break my intent stare but catches herself at the last second. “No, no Master, you’re not wrong.”

  Good, she knows how I like to be addressed when we play. The sexual tension vibrating between us is so dense it seems close to tangible. “Lose everything but your panties.”

  I watch her race to obey, which makes my already solid dick swell and throb. When she’s almost naked, I watch her closely. She’s trying to anticipate what’s to come, nervously running a hand through her hair.

  Quietly I tell her, “Do you know what made it through baggage check in Oslo, little sub?”

  I watch her blink in confusion and shake her head, “No, what’s that, Master?”

  “Master’s all-leather flogger.”

  Her eyes widen as her breath hitches. “It did?”

  “Oh yeah. It did, min skjønne. The guy who searched my bag gave me a ‘Fucking lucky bastard’ grin as well. Are you excited to feel the sting of Master’s flogger on your sweet little ass, Elora?”

  Her chest rises and falls as she says, “I am, Master.”

  Without realizing it, I watch her shift from foot to foot. The sex talk has gotten her going. Not just yet, Elora, not just yet ….

  Methodically, I begin to take off all my clothing, beginning with my parka, followed by my boots, black Dale of Norway sweater, and jeans, only stopping when I’m in my boxer briefs. She stares down at my pulsing erection, straining hard against the cotton. I watch her swallow hard. Oh yeah, look your fill, because this is gonna be buried deep within you tonight, little sub.

  “Please go to my bag and bring me the flogger and the bottle of lube, baby.”

  She crosses the room and returns with my white, braided-handle flogger and the lube. She hands them to me and waits. I run a slow finger down the curve of her silky neck, trailing along her bare chest and stopping at the sheer band of her black panties. Tracing a lone finger back and forth across the top of the seam, I murmur, “I like these. A lot. I look forward to buying you wicked lingerie, min skjønne. Would you like that?”

  Her mouth is open slightly, and she is breathing in rapid little pants as she says, “I would, Master. I love wearing sexy things, only for you.”

  “That’s good, little one. Now, I want you to crawl up on that bed, lower down onto all fours and embrace the punishment as I give it to you. Make me proud.”

  “Yes, Master.” She whirls and moves quickly toward the high bed. I take in the thin strip of sheer fabric that disappears between her rounded ass cheeks. It’s a good thing that she’s nice and relaxed from the alcohol because it will be a challenge to take her ass tonight with anything approaching gentleness. No, I want to ram my cock so far into her that she cums from the first brutal stroke. As much as the dark thought ramps me up to near explosive levels, I know that I have to break her in nice and easy. Ass play is my absolute favorite, and the last thing I want is for her to be frightened or even worse, in pain.

  I step in close, liking the fact that the bed puts her at just the right angle for thrusting. Shit, yeah. I want it so fucking badly that I’m salivating for her.

  With slow strokes I run my left palm in soothing sweeps across her back. “Spread your legs out wider, please.” She works them out against the fluffy comforter as I praise her, “Good, that’s a good girl. Now I’m going to lay into that ass for twenty strokes with my flogger. You’re going to hold still and take the swats gracefully. Remember to use your safe word if you need to, baby. All right, here we go.”

  I take a step away, pull the flogger high up over my right shoulder. As I bring it down, it cuts through the air with a distinctly crisp sound, just before the long strips connect with force against her perfect ass.

  She cries out in surprise as her skin blooms in red lines from the hard strike. It’s a gorgeous contrast with the black color of her thong. I maintain a steady rhythm of down and up movements that cover her ass and both thighs with beautiful precision. She’s turned back to watch me, letting out sharp cries of pain when the flogger connects, but she’s taking it obediently.

  After the final lash connects hard with her now apple-red ass I drop the flogger to the floor and step closer, pulling her thong down and off of her trembling legs. I toss it onto the floor and watch the beads of sweat that have broken out on her back. Covering her with my heat, I speak softly against her ear. “All done, Elora. You were so brave, baby. Master is so impressed with how you behaved. Would you like your reward? Would you like me to make you cum so hard that you can’t do anything but take it?”

  I reach around to fondle one of her hanging breasts.

  A low groan emerges from her throat, followed by, “Oh god, Master, yes, yes, please make me come, please!”

  “Good girl. Keep behaving and you’ll get exactly what you need.”

  I push away and drop down to my knees. Using my palms I spread her cheeks out and get busy working her on my tongue. I give a measured lick from the top of her creaming seam back over her pink little hole. I need her right on the verge before I enter her. The pleasure from her orgasm must outweigh the pain of my entry.

  She’s wiggling around, desperate for my mouth on her. I slide my tongue deep inside her pussy and she gasps above me. I work it in and out in slow, even thrusts before pulling away to give attention to her little asshole. I rim the edge very slowly before going lower to lap away at her clit, and she starts up a steady stream of desperate whimpers.

  “Shhh, baby, Master’s gonna give it all to you. Just a little longer, Elora. You’re behaving so well for me. I’m so pleased with my sub.”

  The wait is crushing me. I’ve got to have her. I stand and work my boxer briefs down and off my legs. Reaching for the lube, I liberally coat my rigid cock, working it with long, twisting pulls. When it’s fully slicked up, I add some additional wetness to my index and middle fingers before tossing the bottle over to a leather chair and stepping in between her legs.

  “Okay, Elora, I’m going to play with you for a little bit with my fingers. Then, when I feel you’re ready for me, I’m gonna take your fine ass. All right, my love?”

  “Oh yes, Master. I want you to take me. I’m so ready … I-I need you badly.”

  “I know sweetheart, I know.”

  My left hand snakes around and I brush across her sensitive clit. She jumps at the sensation, and I growl out a warning, “Stay still, girl. Remember to behave.”

  Her little fists open and close before her, clearly wrestling for internal control.

  I slowly work both my slicked up fingers into her back passage. I keep praising her, “Good girl, breathe deep and push out. Let me pump in and out of your ass. It feels so good, doesn’t it, baby?”

  I roll her clit a few more times with my
free hand as she lets out a strangled moan followed by, “Oh God, so good, Master!”

  My blood is on fire for her. I can’t wait.

  I work her with my fingers a few more times before pulling out, only to immediately replace them with the engorged head of my cock. “I’m going to grip your hips and start to push in, Elora. It’s gonna sting, but I want you to breathe through it and push out. I’ll go slow. Once I’m in, it’ll feel amazing, baby, I promise. I want you to go ahead and reach between your legs and rub that little clit, baby. Work it hard until you explode around me. You have my permission to come.”

  A soft cry erupts, “All right, Master.”

  Gripping her hips tightly, I push forward, working the head back and forth, trying to get her to let me in. After several attempts I breach her as the head pops into her magnificent ass. She cries out in shock and I rub her lower back in circles, “Shhh, I’m in, min skjønne. Make me proud, work that clit, come hard for me now, little one.”

  My voice seems to spur her on. Her cries swiftly turn into guttural groans as I begin to thrust into her perfect, reddened ass. My eyes slide shut for a second. The unaccustomed tightness almost unnerves me. Suddenly, I feel her tense up beneath me. She’s about to let go ….

  Just as I start to feel the first pulses of her orgasm begin to roll through her, I lock down onto her hips and push, gliding my dick in with barely controlled restraint. The heat and tightness are shocking. The feel of her cunt contracting, making everything tighter, causes me to lose it. I pull back, and after two deep, animalistic strokes, I shatter inside her. My roar of release fills the room, blending perfectly with her passionate cries. My legs begin to shake from the force of the fierce orgasm.

  When my eyes can finally focus, I see her lying limp and sweaty on the bed beneath me.

  My voice comes out in a barely audible rasp, “Hold tight for a second, baby, I’ll take care of you.”

  I pull out as gently as possible and grab a damp towel from the bathroom. I lay her down on her side and clean gently between her legs. Lying down next to her, I prop myself up on an elbow and kiss her damp shoulder. “You were perfect for me, Elora. You’re gonna be sore tomorrow, but I’m so very proud of the way you took me tonight. I know it wasn’t easy for you. Jeg elsker deg.” I love you.

  She slowly wiggles around to face me, and I curl my arms around her in a possessive embrace. Her mesmerizing eyes are still glazed as she whispers to me, “Being with you, Mikkel, is like living life at light speed. I love the creativity that you bring to my world. I love you too, so very much.”

  I grin at her and whisper back, “Say it again for me, baby. I’ll never get enough of hearing it come out of your beautiful mouth.”

  “I love you, Mikkel.”

  My heart swells in my chest, and suddenly I feel like the luckiest bastard on the damn planet.

  Chapter Eleven

  Convergence

  “Elora, look at me.”

  Lifting my chin high I meet his soft gaze, “I’m fine, really. Just nervous, I suppose.”

  He sifts his fingers through my hair as we enter the lavish historic building. In a low tone he says, “Don’t be, sweetheart. They’re gonna love you.”

  “I really wish I spoke the language. I’m kicking myself now for not taking Norwegian lessons back in London when Alexander first moved here over a year ago.”

  “Don’t worry about it, baby. They speak perfect English. Just take a deep breath and relax, all right?”

  I squeeze his comforting, warm palm. “I’m good.”

  The doorman glances up from his desk and nods once at Mikkel. Once we are in the elevator, I watch him enter a key and simultaneously push the button for the top floor, number seven. I try my best to slow my breathing. I can’t remember the last time I met a lover’s parents. What if they’re disappointed I’m not Norwegian? Get a grip, Elora. You are who you are, lady, just be sincere. No backing out now ….

  He squares his shoulders to face me, “I have a surprise for you.”

  I blink and smile, “You do?”

  “Yes, Lisetta and Bern are dropping by for dinner as well.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, I thought they would be a nice addition tonight, don’t you think?”

  “That’s wonderful. I’m glad they’ll be here.”

  The ornate elevator slows to a stop and the doors open into an interior hallway. Immediately I realize that we’re inside their home. Pinpoint LED lighting spotlights a long row of paintings, some sweeping landscapes and others magnificent sketches under glass. Wait … is that a Degas?

  I drink in the beauty of the fine art as Mikkel urges me along down the white marble hallway. A delicious scent wafts our way as we reach the end.

  Mikkel calls out in his deep voice. “Hallo!” Hello!

  Immediately his parents emerge from somewhere in the glamorous penthouse. The first thing I notice is that Mikkel really takes after his father in the looks department. With the exception of a liberal amount of gray on the sides of his hair, a sleeker build and no facial hair, they are undoubtedly father and son. Both parents are donning warm, genuine smiles that immediately put me at ease.

  His father begins in a low, soft voice, “And this must be Elora, who we have heard so much about recently. Hello, I’m Nils and this is my wife, Silje. We’re happy to have you here in our home this evening.”

  “Thank you. It’s a pleasure to meet you both.” I smile shyly at his beautiful blond mother, who looks like a fairy, with delicate features and pale, ice-blue eyes. “These are for you, Silje.” I hand her the bouquet of white tiger lilies.

  “Thank you, Elora. My very favorite, how did you know?”

  “It was merely a guess, actually. I’m glad you like them.”

  “Yes, very much. Please come into the living room and make yourself comfortable. Son, would you please place her coat in the closet?”

  “Sure.”

  She motions to one of the two snow-white sofas flanking the roaring fire. “Please have a seat, Elora. I’m just going to put these in a vase.”

  I follow Nils and take a seat opposite him at the end of one of the sumptuous sofas.

  He crosses his right leg and I note the perfect crease in his charcoal colored dress trousers. With a crisp white dress shirt unbuttoned at his tan neck, this man is polished perfection. His calm and assertive demeanor immediately reminds me of Mikkel.

  “So Elora, my son has shared with me that he rescued you from the side of the motorway not long ago.”

  I smile. “You’re correct. He swept in just before it was dark and made certain I arrived home safely.”

  He grins at me. “Quite chivalrous of him.”

  “I heard that,” Mikkel calls out jokingly as he enters the room.

  He shakes his head in mock annoyance and takes a seat next to me, draping his long arm across my shoulders, a move that his father doesn’t miss.

  A lilting female voice asks, “Mikkel, Aquavit?”

  “Ja, mamma.”

  “You said ‘yes, mother?’ ”

  “Yes. See, you’re learning already, baby.”

  Nils asks, “And Elora, I’m having champagne. Would this work for you also?”

  “Yes, lovely. Thank you.”

  His father leans back against the numerous pillows. “So Mikkel, how is work for you?”

  Mikkel shakes his head, “Bad topic. Dealing with a snowball effect of delayed parts from the U.S. We’re doing our best to meet deadlines and meanwhile the orders are backing up like you wouldn’t believe. Need to hire at least two more guys, but it’s not easy to find qualified mechanics who are willing to put in the long, strenuous hours. Enough of that; how is everything at the hospital for you? Or should I ask?”

  “Not so unlike yourself, we’re backed up many months with scheduled surgeries. The direst cases, of course, nudge their way to the top of the list. I can’t complain. Aside from wishing I had more holiday time to spend with your mother on the beaches
in Spain, I’m a happy man.”

  I’m about to ask what type of surgery he specializes in when a buoyant, feminine voice calls out in English from the hallway, “Hello, hello! We’ve made it.”

  Seconds later Lisetta and Bern emerge, leather clad and looking gorgeous as always.

  Her cheeks are flushed a deep pink color as she says, “We rode over on Bern’s new ride. It was freezing! The news reported that snow is supposed to come in two days, but it feels like it will come tonight. Brrr!”

  A black and white uniformed butler emerges from the kitchen, carrying a tray of cocktails. Silje is directly behind him with the flowers, now neatly arranged in a low, cut crystal vase.

  “Hello darling. Oh my, did I just hear that you braved the weather on Bern’s motorcycle? Come, sit by the fire and warm yourself. Hello, Bern.”

  His low, soft-spoken voice answers in Norwegian, “Hallo, Fru Torvik.”

  “Ahhh, Bern, so polite. Please, come, give your coats to Erik and join us.”

  He switches to deeply accented English, “This is for you, Fru Torvik,” he reaches into his black backpack and pulls out a bottle of red wine, “from Lisetta and me.”

  “Thank you both, that was very kind. We’ll open it with dinner.”

  “Mikkel, Elora.” Bern dips his head to both of us. I can see why Lisetta is attracted to him. With his chiseled facial features and hard physique, he is undeniably hot. I take in his cropped platinum hair, thinking that if it was long it would be beautiful, but it would undoubtedly soften his looks. This man is quiet, fully contained power.

  Lisetta takes a seat next to Mikkel and Bern drops down beside her. She leans forward. “Hey, Elora, I’ve been meaning to ring you. I’d like you to come over for a spa day. We really need a girl’s night, and soon! I love going dancing this time of year, the hottest nightclubs are all so fantastic. Let me know when you’re available.”

  “She’s not,” Mikkel states firmly.

  I’m about to ask him what that means when Lisetta beats me to it, with a playful slap on his shoulder. “Relax, cousin, you know I can handle everything. Besides, there’s no harm in dancing!”