The then and now… #WIPItUp

It’s midweek, and #WIPItUp time! With Goldie’s Surrender just about to release, my attention is turning back to my naughty Vikings. In this scene, we find Anders and Aurelie reminiscing about where their romance first blossomed…
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The feast commences, and we are offered plate after plate of meats and breads, plus other local delicacies. I do not have much of an appetite, but I manage a little and join the men in a glass of deep red wine. I glance around me as the meal continues, taking in the sights and scents of the scene. I am reminded of the merriment which had taken place in the Viking camp when I was little more than Anders’ latest conquest. Then, after my public punishment, and humiliation, he had ordered his men to bind me naked at his feet whilst he gorged himself with his men. I shift in my seat at the memory, rightly disgusted at my past treatment, and yet, also undeniably aroused at the thought of it.
I have never understood my body’s response to Anders’ alpha male display of authority, and yet even now the recollection of my degradation at his hands makes me hot and wet. I inhale deeply, trying to calm myself, and as though he can read my mind, he leans into my right ear.
“What is it, my love?” he murmurs as he chews on a hunk of freshly baked bread. “You seem agitated – are you well?”
I can already feel the heat of the blush which engulfs my face at his query, and his eyes widen in acknowledgement. “I was only thinking of the last feast we attended together,” I whisper. “At your camp outside Donrose. Do you recall?”
His smile is salacious at he answers me. “I do,” he purrs, eyeing my flaming cheeks. “As I remember, you were in bondage at my feet, My Lady?” His brow cocks at the suggestion, and heat gathers at my core.
“Yes, “I murmur, barely able to take a breath. “I was…”
His grin widens. “And now you are here at my side, Aurelie. Which do you prefer, I wonder?”
I lower my eyes at the intensity of the question, swallowing back my embarrassment before I can answer. “I much prefer my place here,” I whisper. “Though I do miss the bondage, My Lofðungr, and your discipline.”
My blush increases at the admission, and he chuckles at my honesty. “Those issues can easily be rectified, my sweeting,” he replies, lifting my right hand and kissing my knuckles. His hot breath dances over my flesh, and I find I am panting in response, quite unable to answer him.

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Anders and Aurelie will return later in 2018 – watch this space for more news and hot snippets!