Page 16 of Her Viking Lord
The silver raven glowed on the phone screen as I picked it up, a new message already waiting.
Good girl. Now kneel on the floor with your back to the mirror. Place the phone on the floor in front of you. Then bend forward and prostrate yourself on your elbows with your thighs wide apart, and look back through your legs at your reflection.
My legs felt weak as I sank to my knees on the plush carpet. I set the phone carefully in front of me, the screen still glowing with that ominous raven. Then, with my heart hammering against my ribs, I bent forward until my elbows pressed against the floor, my bottom raised high in the air. The position alone made me burn with humiliation, but when I lowered my head to look back at the mirror, a cry tore from my throat.
The sight was beyond mortifying. My bare pussy was completely exposed, pink and glistening, the lips slightly parted to reveal the wetness that had gathered there despite—or because of—my shame. The smooth, pale skin where my curls had been looked shockingly vulnerable, almost childlike except for the obvious arousal that made everything swollen and slick. Worse, from this angle I could see between my spread cheeks to where I’d shaved myself completely bare there too, my tiny bottom-hole visible and exposed in a way that made me want to die of embarrassment.
“Oh, God,” I whimpered, unable to look away from the debauched image. This was what myHerrasaw—this slut with her bare pussy dripping with need, presented like an animal in heat.
The phone buzzed, and I forced myself to raise my eyes and look down at it, though maintaining the position made my neck ache.
Beautiful. My perfect little bed thrall, smooth and bare for herHerra. Now you must be punished for touching yourself without permission. Reach back and spank your own bottom. Hard. I want to see it turn pink.
“No,” I gasped, even as my hand moved behind me. The idea of punishing myself, of being forced to deliver my own discipline while watching myself in this humiliating position, was almost too much to bear. But the memory of that burning in my bottom-hole made my hand rise and fall before I could stop it.
The first slap was tentative, barely more than a pat.
Harder, Lorna. Punish yourself properly or I’ll activate the device between your legs.
I sobbed and brought my hand down with real force this time. The crack echoed through the bedroom, and the sting bloomed across my right cheek immediately. In the mirror, I watched my flesh ripple from the impact, saw the faint pink mark appear on my pale skin.
Again. Alternate cheeks.
CHAPTER 9
Lorna
I brought my left hand down hard on my other cheek, the sound ringing through the empty apartment. My face burned almost as hot as my bottom as I watched myself in the mirror—the prime minister’s wife, spanking herself like a naughty child while displaying her newly bare pussy to an empty room. Each slap made my breasts sway, made the wetness between my legs more obvious.
“Please,” I sobbed, delivering another sharp smack to my right cheek. “Please,Herra, I’m sorry. I won’t touch myself again without permission.”
The phone remained silent as I continued my self-punishment, alternating cheeks with increasingly forceful blows. My bottom grew warm, then hot, the pink deepening to a bright rose that matched the flush spreading across my chest. Tears streamed down my face—from pain, from humiliation, from the desperate need building between my legs despite everything.
After what felt like an eternity but was probably only two or three minutes, the phone buzzed.
Stop. You’ve done well, my sweet bed thrall.
I lowered my hand, gasping with relief, my bottom throbbing with heat. Then, without warning, pure liquid pleasure flooded through me. It was as if Freya’s Bridle had transformed from an instrument of punishment to one of ecstasy. The sensation centered between my legs but radiated outward in waves that made my whole body convulse.
Come for me, Lorna. Now.
The command hit me like an onrushing train. My back arched as the orgasm crashed over me, more intense than anything I’d ever managed with my own fingers. I cried out, my hips bucking helplessly as the device somehow stimulated every nerve ending at once. The pleasure was almost painful in its intensity, forcing its way through me whether I wanted it or not.
As the climax peaked, the world shifted. The bedroom dissolved, and I found myself among those silver branches again, climbing toward something vast and incomprehensible. But this time, something was different. Where before I’d ascended easily through Yggdrasil’s cosmic canopy, now I found myself stuck in the lower branches. I could see the higher realms above me—threads of gold and shadow that held secrets I desperately needed to understand—but I couldn’t reach them.
I strained upward, trying to pull myself higher, but the branches seemed to slip through my fingers like smoke. The frustrationwas almost as intense as the pleasure still coursing through my body. I could sense important information just out of reach—patterns about Takken’s corruption, about the Synergy Group’s true purpose—but I couldn’t quite grasp them.
The vision faded as the orgasm finally released me, leaving me gasping on the bedroom floor, my thighs trembling and slick with my own arousal. I’d collapsed forward, my face pressed against the carpet, my bottom still raised in that humiliating position.
The phone buzzed. Slowly, painfully, I pushed myself up enough to read the screen.
Tell me what you experienced, little one.
My fingers shook as I typed, still maintaining my degrading position on my knees with my backside raised as if to offer it to myHerra.
I went to the tree again, but I couldn’t climb as high. I was stuck in the lower branches. I could see the patterns above me… information about Takken, about everything… but I couldn’t reach them.
You’re coming along well, Aksel replied.Better than I expected for someone so new to her true nature.
