Page 59 of Her Rogue Viking
“I… I am not sure. An hour?”
He narrowed his eyes as though considering her suggestion. “No, it would be more than that. This is good oil, high quality and the finest cotton grass wick. I would imagine two, possibly even three hours. Do you not agree?”
“Perhaps. Yes.” She writhed within her bonds, desperate to be free.
“Be still, you will hurt yourself. You cannot escape so there is no point in rubbing your wrists raw. Now, where were we? Ah, yes, the lamp. I shall set it over here where you may see it easily.” He placed the glowing light upon a shelf let into the wall of the longhouse.
Fiona stared at it, mesmerised and utterly baffled.
“Now, for your punishment.” Fiona cringed as he turned to regard her again. “All I require of you, little Celt, is that you refrain from climaxing. Whatever happens, whatever I choose to do to you, you will not allow yourself your release until that lamp is extinguished. Simple, is it not?”
“I am not sure I understand. How can I prevent it, if you… touch me? I assume you do mean to touch me?”
“Oh, yes. I do indeed intend that. And you shall prevent it by sheer force of your will since that is all that will be at your disposal. You have been rude to me and you need to learn to curb your tongue, little Celt, to exercise restraint when your temper rises. This will be a lesson in restraint, so learn it well.”
She took several moments to digest his meaning, then groaned. He knew exactly how to arouse her, how to bring her to her climax. She could never resist, had never managed to hold back though once or twice she had tried to do so. “I cannot. You know this.”
“I know that you have not, thus far. Cannot is different. I believe you can, or at least that you might try harder. And you will, given the right incentive.”
“What… incentive?”
“I mentioned a couple of dozen strokes with the switch. You recall that?” At her nod he continued. “Those are set aside for the time being. But every time you slip up, every time you take your release before the lamp dies, I shall restore two strokes. So, you could manage to avoid the switching entirely if you are successful in doing as I ask, or you could end up receiving all of those strokes, or more if you are particularly undisciplined. I wonder how it will work out?”
“You know full well how it will end. This is unfair, I will have to endure your treatment of me now, and still be whipped after.”
“Ah, well, you may be right, but if you are, just consider the pleasure I shall give you to cause such an outcome.”
Her stomach clenched, a heavy sensation low down denoting the rapid building of her arousal. Her treacherous pussy was already becoming damp at the mere suggestion of his wicked touch. There would be pleasure, without doubt, but tinged with fear, with anxiety, with dread of the switching she would surely earn.
“I cannot, I cannot…” she wailed, her head thrashing from side to side. “Please, just do it now, the switching.”
“Not now. My shoulder, you remember.”
“Then in two weeks, if you must. This is horrible, I will not be able to do it, any of it.”
“I fear that you are right, so I shall assist you. You may have three respites during our little game. On three separate occasions, if you feel you cannot endure another moment without disgracing yourself, you may call for a rest. I shall cease and allow you, say, ten minutes in which to regather your witsand regain your self-control. Does that sound more to your liking, little Celt?”
“Ten minutes, when I ask for them? You will stop if I ask you to?” She could not quite believe it.
“Three times, that is all, so use your judgement wisely.” He smiled again, and this time the warmth reached his eyes. “Shall we begin?”
Fiona closed her eyes, and she nodded.
“I knowyou like it when I do this…” Ulfric sat on the table, one hip hitched on the edge beside her hips. He reached for her nipple and rolled it between his fingers as Fiona arched her back in a helpless, unguarded response. Her nub swelled and hardened as he continued to tug on it gently, then he flicked it with his thumb. “Ah, yes, you do like this, but not enough to cause you any real problems, I daresay. Perhaps you would like me to continue though?”
She would, partly because she enjoyed the intimacy of his caress, but also because he was right. She would warm, soften, relax under his tender caress, but there was no serious danger of earning strokes of the switch this way. She parted her lips and licked them, then murmured her assent.
“Yes, please. That feels good.”
He continued to toy with her nipples, first one, then the other. They pebbled under his gentle ministrations and Fiona arched her back in an unthinking gesture, seeking, demanding more.
He lowered his head to take one hard little peak between his lips and applied delicate suction. Fiona squealed as heramped up the sensation, but was still in control, her response graduated, muted even. She could handle this.
Ulfric shifted to her other breast and suckled there also. Fiona sighed. This was beyond pleasant, but still perfectly restrained. She glanced over at the lamp. Was that a slight dimming, a flicker of the small flame? Perhaps not, but she was fine. She stretched, raised her hips just slightly.
Ulfric released her turgid nipple and lifted his head to meet her eyes. “I believe we are ready now. Time to test you a little…”
Oh.She chewed on her lower lip. He winked and shifted his position so that now he still hitched one hip on the edge of the table but his back was toward her and he was gazing down at her pussy. Her wet, exposed, utterly vulnerable pussy.
