Page 15 of Her Rogue Viking
“No,” she conceded miserably.
“And do you wish me to stop?” He had no intention of doing so, but was interested in her answer even so.
She did not offer a response at once, but wriggled her hips as she sought to angle her clit for better access, more friction. Ulfric rolled the sensitive nubbin between his finger and thumb before he repeated his question.
“Fiona, do you wish me to stop?” He squeezed softly.
“Oh, sweet Lord…”
“Fiona?” Another squeeze, firmer now.
“No. No, do not stop…” The words were wrung from her, a desperate, anguished moan as her first climax coiled and unfurled deep within her. She grasped his tunic with her still-bound hands and hung on to him as though afraid he might even now slip away.
“Do not fight me, little one.”
“I… I am not. I want… I need…”
“Let it go.” He rubbed her clit harder now, and using his spare hand slipped the tip of his finger back into her rear hole.
“Oh! Oh, I cannot… Ulfric, please…”
“Let it happen,” he repeated. “Let me have your release. Now.”
He was rewarded by her long, drawn-out moan of ecstasy as her body contracted and convulsed. He was tempted to sink his finger deeper into her arse, but resisted. He wanted her to be aware of every inch he would drive inside her tight channelwhen he finally took her, so for now he concentrated on drawing out her quivering response with his deft fingers playing her engorged clit.
At last she was still, silent again, and lying limp in his arms. He withdrew his finger from her arse and released her clit, then bent his head to kiss the top of her head.
“Any more bruises, little Celt?”
“What? What did you ask me?”
“I meant, are you all right?”
“I believe that I am. I am not quite sure…”
“Was that good?”
“Good?”
“Was that pleasant? Did it feel nice? To you?”
“It felt… very odd. You put your finger inside my… my…”
“I know where I put my finger, and I shall most certainly do so again so you will need to become accustomed to that notion. You did not want me to stop, though. Did you?”
“Of course I did.”
“No, you did not. I asked you and you said ‘no.’ Right before you found your release.”
“I did no such thing. You just… it was unexpected, that is all.”
“And you are still lying to me, little Celt. This is a bad habit of yours and I will cure you of it.”
“You are threatening me again? But, I did as you asked, and…”
“Be easy, you have pleased me well enough and despite your refusal to acknowledge the pleasure I gave you I shall not take a switch to you this morning. If nothing else, I need you able to sit a horse.”
“Oh.”
