Happy Saturday, and it is a good one! My Vikings are back with my publisher, my cover is in the making and soon it will be time to get conquered all over again when the sequel to the hugely successful, The Viking’s Conquest is released!
In honour of all things dark and marauding, my snippet this week brings us Aurelie, right on the edge of a new penance…
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“What to do you need, Aurelie?” He asks the question as though he reads my mind.
I need to be possessed, filled and desired. I want all memories of the last twenty-four hours to be nothing but fleeting nightmares. “You, My Lofðungr,” I admit. “I want to be loved by you again, to feel close to you.”
Anders sits up straight, pushing my body back upright with him. His erection nudges against my sex, the sensation making me moan out loud. “Then you shall have it your way, Aurelie,” he pronounces. “First I shall spank you. I will punish you, and you will feel the burn of my palm again, my sweeting.” His lips graze over my mouth as he speaks, and I squirm against his hardness, both lust and trepidation surging through me at the carnal threats he promises. “Then I shall fuck you, harder and faster than I ever have before, and only then, once you are desperate for your release, will I take you to the heights of Valhalla.”
His words leave me breathless, his eyes twinkling as he delivers his verdict. “How’s that, my love?”
I open my mouth, intending to respond, but it seems there is nothing intelligible to say. I merely nod, knowing I will yield to his desire and hoping that my eyes will deliver my capitulation.
He chuckles ominously at my performance, resting his arms on the edge of the tub, and pulling us both free of the water at once. I gasp at his strength, ending up on my knees as he stands, towering over me. His cock throbs just inches from my face, and out of instinct, I gaze north, catching Anders’ eye.
“No,” he tells me sharply, shaking his head to reinforce the point. “Now is not the time for pleasure, Aurelie. Now is the time for punishment.”
I draw back on my haunches, gulping up at him. “Yes, My Lofðungr,” I concede with a sigh. I know his mind is made up, and he is right. It is better to have the spanking over with.
Anders’ gaze narrows at the sound, and for one long moment I tense at his expression. Certain that my resignation has somehow upset him, I scurry to exit the bath and make amends, but one of his large palms appears in my eye-line. “Settle down, Aurelie,” he warns me. “Take my hand. It is perilously easy to slip and hurt yourself.”
I grab his hand at the command, eager to make skin contact with him once more. “I am sorry, My Lofðungr,” I begin, the urgency apparent in my voice. “I understand your judgement, yet I must confess to some anxiety on the subject.”
He shifts his weight in an instant, silencing me with a hard kiss. I gasp as his lips crash against mine, his tongue claiming the inside of my mouth as though it knows the truth; he owns me, mouth and all. My body responds in the way it has always done around this Viking, it yields without query. The truth is that however nervous I am, I have never been able to resist him, and I have no desire to even try anymore.
“Hush,” he orders me as he draws a few inches away. His insistent gaze locks into my eyes, and he holds me there as the water drips from my wet body. “There is no need for explanations,” he says at length, locating a nearby fur and wrapping it around my body.
I pull in a shaky breath, my body trembling as I process what now awaits me.
“Aurelie.”
My name leaves his lips like an edict, and I shiver at the delicious tone of it. This is the Anders who took me hostage, the man who had mastered and claimed me. This is the man who will take me over his knee, and make me his again.
“Breathe now and ready yourself,” he warns. “It is time I take responsibility for my wilful wife once more.”
I swallow at his words, wishing that I could speed up my punishment and arrive at my desired intimate destination at once. But my aspiration is hopeless. Experience has taught me as much. I must now endure the spanking which Anders chooses to deliver, and in my heart, I know that I deserve it.
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He could also make the spanking pleasurable, but I don’t think that is his objective at the moment. I like the way she yields to his decision even though she can’t say she’s exactly happy about it. She is obedient to his wishes.
Thank you, yes – that’s the point. She doesn’t want this punishment, but she accepts that she has it coming to her, and yields to Anders’ decision.