Page 56 of Her Dark Viking
"Accept our fate, but we should not tempt it."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, my love, that I am not minded to seriously spank a pregnant woman, however deserving you might be of such attention. I will not risk harm to you, or our baby, so I shall have to devise an alternative means of punishing you. Your current situation does lend itself to various possibilities, though." Again he dropped a soft spank onto her unprotected buttock. "I wonder, could I ask you to reach back and spread the cheeks of your bottom for me?"
"What? What did you say?" She made as though to squirm from his lap but he was quicker and anchored her in place with his arm.
"You heard me. I can manage without your aid, of course, but the experience will be less daunting for you if you cooperate."
"What experience?" she squeaked. "What do you mean to do to me?"
"I intend to bury my fingers in your arse, my love. One at first, then two, then a third. By that stage I expect you will be ready to take my cock."
"Your cock? You cannot mean to... to..."
"To fuck your arse? I assure you, Mairead, that is exactly what I do mean. So, is it to be with your cooperation or without it? Your choice."
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Mairead lay motionless across Gunnar's thighs, shocked into silence. Surely what he had threatened was impossible. She had never heard of such a thing.
No one would ever... Would they?
"So, which is it to be?" His tone was low, seductive even. Despite her stunned reaction to his perfectly wicked intention, Mairead could not fail to be aroused by him even so.
"This is a cruel punishment. I spoke without thinking, but?—"
"Not cruel, sweetheart. It will require a lot of trust, but I will not harm you. You know that. Nothing I am about to do offers risk to you, or our baby."
"But, you said..."
"I know what I said, what I am going to do. And you will let me, will you not? You might even help me...?"
"I do not know how," she croaked, close to tears.
"I told you. All you must do is reach back and spread your bottom cheeks for me. Show me your rear hole and ask me to fill it for you."
"Ask you...? I could never?—"
"Then do not ask. I shall fill it in any case, first with my fingers, then my cock. And you, my sweet, will soon get over your current shock and outrage. I believe you will love what I am about to do, if you let yourself."
Mairead could not comprehend such a possibility and actually entertained the notion that her husband had become temporarily deranged. She resumed her wriggling and squirming, quite determined to escape. "Please, do not do this. Let me go back to our house. I swear I will never speak rudely to you again, never doubt you again."
Gunnar handled her with ease. He allowed her to go nowhere, just held her until she quieted again, then he leaned down to murmur in her ear.
"Trust me, that is all I ask. One finger. You can manage that. You know you can."
"One finger? But you said three. Then your cock."
"Aye, all of that, in time. But we do this in easy stages. So, just one finger, to start with. Will you agree to that?"
Mairead considered her husband's bizarre request. One finger. It did not sound quite so bad, and if this would appease him, perhaps he would be satisfied with that. Even as she formulated her response she knew he would not stop at one finger, but she saw no other option.
"Very well, Gunnar. I will try."
He kissed the back of her head. "Good. I am proud of you. So, will you help as I asked?"
Mairead drew in a long breath, then exhaled. She dragged in another deep lungful of purifying air then, thus fortified, she reached back. First her left hand, then her right. She grasped the fleshy cheeks of her bottom and pulled them apart. The act itself was mortifying. His gaze on her felt physical, as though he actually touched her, her most private place exposed for his perusal.
