Page 22 of Seduction

She couldn’t breathe, wouldn’t survive another moment of this ecstasy. Selena tossed her head from side to side as the wave built. Higher, higher still, pouring over her like the water, until she was swallowed up in it. Whirled into a shattering crescendo that left her limp, gasping for breath.

Haldor brought her down gently, cradling her in his arms on the floor of the shower until she stopped trembling. For the first time, she became aware of his erection, thick and hard against her stomach. Hesitantly, she reached down and touched it.

“I would like to bring you to gratification as well,” she said. “But I don’t know what to do. Will you show me?”

“With pleasure. Can we move to dry land first? I’ve had enough of a drenching.”

She nodded. Haldor swept her into his arms and carried her into the adjoining room as easily as if she were a child. She ran her palm over his chest, reveling in the way those powerful muscles surged with every move he made.

He laid her on the bed and got in beside her. His body, still hot and wet from the shower, pressed against hers. Skin to skin. She tingled everywhere, as though the intense orgasm had awakened every nerve ending in her body. He took her hand and wrapped it around his cock.

Selena gasped. So big. Bigger than she remembered. She kept her eyes open, wanting to preserve the memory with all her senses. Skin a shade lighter than his arms and chest, with bluish-purple veins bulging out. Her fingers slid over it. Nerve endings fired messages back to her brain. Hot. Even hotter than the rest of his body.

She explored, tentatively at first then more boldly. Barely able to circle its girth between thumb and first finger. Marveling at how such soft skin could hold a core of iron. At the way the shaft swelled and grew even longer as she glided her palm over it.

“A man’s rod is most sensitive here, at the head.” He guided her hand to the rounded tip with its tiny opening. The skin was smoother there, reddish-purple in hue. “Like the little bud between your legs.”

“You can run your fingers” – he shot her a devilish grin – “or your tongue around it. The shaft you stroke. Up and down the length.” He demonstrated, his hand covering hers. “Slowly at first, like this, until you feel it straining in your hand, see the veins bulge. Then faster and harder.” His stomach muscles tensed. His body quivered. Selena leaned forward, opened her mouth, and touched her tongue to the head.

Haldor groaned and buried his fists in her hair. He guided her head down the shaft, filled her mouth with it until she thought she’d choke. She struggled to take him in, wanted to please him as he’d pleased her. He must have sensed her rising panic because he backed off and began coaching her.

“Yes, Selena. Yes. That’s it. Take the head in your mouth. When you slide your tongue over it like that, it’s so good. Now wrap your palm around the shaft and suck on the head.” He let out a low groan. “Yes. Aaah. Cup your other hand around my balls. Feel how hard they are – bursting with cum as they have been ever since you first touched me while I slept.”

He closed his fingers around hers on the shaft and guided her hand up and down his length, stroking fast and hard as she sucked.

“I want to fuck you, Selena. Plunge myself deep into your sweet heat and shoot my seed while your pussy tightens around me and milks my cock of every drop.”

She pulled her head away, her eyes wide with horror. “No! You’re so big! I could never take you inside me.”

“By all the gods, wench, if you mean to please me, don’t stop now!” he roared then grabbed her head and shoved her back down over his cock.

Selena opened her mouth just as his seed spurted out. She swallowed, trying not to upset him by making a face at the strange, salty taste.

When he’d finished, she curled into a ball at the foot of the bed, unable to face him. “I’m sorry,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “I didn’t mean to make you angry. I wanted to bring you pleasure the way you did to me. I just don’t know how to do it.” A tear ran down her cheek.

He muttered an oath then gathered her in his arms. “It’s I who am sorry, Selena. You’re not used to our ways. Men with hard pricks can be crude. We say what’s on our mind in the heat of passion. I do want to fuck you. Very much. I know you’re scared. Believe me, the gods designed our bodies to fit together. Your sweet pussy is built to take my cock in and welcome every inch of it. But I promise I won’t do that until you’re ready. And, one day, you will be. Trust me. In the meantime, I loved what you did, and I can be content with that.”

He pulled away, and his voice grew stern. “But this I tell you true, woman. You’ve done it once, and now you’ve done it twice. If ever again you bring me to the edge and stop dead, I’ll haul you over my lap and spank your ass until you beg me to ram my cock deep into your pussy right then and there.”

Chapter Twelve

That day marked the beginning of a new dynamic between them. One where every workout began with training for him and ended in training for her. Each time she broke through another of her boundaries, violated another taboo.

Haldor became increasingly dominating, and she found herself craving the submission he demanded. Before long, he gave up the pretense that he’d ever choose another reward, simply informing her at the beginning of each session what sexual acts she’d perform for him at the end of that day.

She’d monitor his entire workout with her pulse racing as though she’d been the one pushing her body to the limit. All the while, her mind conjured up wicked images, her pussy wet at the thought of what taboo he’d make her break that day. Kneel at his feet and suck his cock? Strip off her clothes and lie on the bed then spread herself apart while he licked and sucked her until she exploded in a shattering climax?

Today, he wouldn’t tell her what he had in mind. He simply said she’d have to address him as “my lord” and obey him, no matter what he told her to do. The uncertainty of what he might demand of her, the tinge of fear, made the forbidden hours to come even more wickedly arousing. All morning, he’d given her dark, smoldering glances. Raised his eyebrows suggestively when he caught her looking at him, sending a delicious shiver coursing through her.

Finally, he finished. “I’m going to wash,” he said. “When I come back, I want to find you lying on the bed waiting for me. Naked. With your hair down and your legs spread.” He started to walk away then paused and gave her another of those lecherous looks over his shoulder. “On your stomach.”

When he left, she drew her uniform down and stepped out of it, trembling. Temptation warred with embarrassment. He’d done so many things to her she’d once considered shameful, but he’d never even hinted that any kind of sexual activity existed involving the posterior region of one’s body. She had no idea what he planned to do, and she was both nervous and wildly aroused.

Selena lay facedown, heart pounding, and spread her legs apart. She closed her eyes, listened for sounds from the other room. The water stopped. The shower door opened. Then nothing. As a hunter, Haldor had learned to move silently, so she concentrated on picking up any sign of his presence.

Still, she nearly screamed when his fingers trailed up the backs of her thighs.

“Very good, Selena. You’ve done exactly as you were told. Are you ready to give me my reward and obey me without question today?”

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