"Then you may be required to do it all over again, master." She lifted her hips, moving them in a seductive circle. There was no doubt she did so on purpose now.
"Impudent wench. You require further chastisement?"
"I require you to do what you have promised, Gunnar. Make love to me. Please. Do it hard, and... and..."
"Ah, lost for words at last? Thank all the gods for that." He withdrew his cock slowly, until he was almost completely out of her, only to drive it back again. He stroked in and out of her sweet channel, long and deep, and watched in wonder as her eyes widened. She lifted her legs and hooked her ankles in the small of his back, and grasped his shoulders with her slender fingers. She clung to him as though she feared he might slip away from her. She need have no fear of that.
He shortened his strokes now, jabbing his cock in and out of her entrance. She went wild beneath him, writhing, squeezing, her cunt convulsing around him. Leaning his weight on hisleft elbow he used his right hand to slip between their bodies and caress her swollen clitty, rubbing, pressing, pinching as she moaned her delighted pleasure.
"Come for me, little one. I want to feel your release on my cock."
"I cannot... I am not sure..."
He could not wait, it had to be now. "Come for me," he demanded. Gunnar rolled her clit between his finger and thumb at the same time as he buried his cock in her right to the root. It was enough, too much. She contracted around him, her entire body shivering as her climax crested.
His cock leapt within her warm, wet sheath. His aching balls twisted painfully within their sack and he roared as they expelled the first spurt of semen. The viscous fluid surged forth to fill her with his own hotness, pumping, gushing until he, too, was spent.
Gunnar collapsed onto the woman beneath him, only just managing to shift his weight in time to avoid crushing her. He pressed his face into the mattress beside her shoulder and groaned.
"Are you all right?" She sounded concerned. Gunnar would have laughed out loud if he thought for one moment he could spare the breath.
"Yes," he managed. "You?"
"I am well, thank you. You were very gentle, and I thank you for your consideration. Perhaps next time though, you might be a little less ... restrained."
Gunnar gave serious consideration to the notion of restraining his impudent thrall, and possibly gagging her for good measure, but dismissed it. A far more appealing thought had taken root already and he would remain silent no longer.
"You are mine. You do not dispute this?"
"Jarl?"
"Do you dispute the matter, Mairead?"
"No, I do not. Have I displeased you? I merely thought?—"
"Then you shall be my wife. I prefer that – to slave."
"You...? What? What did you say, Jarl?"
"We shall be wed. Soon. At once."
"But ... why? I am... I mean, I thought..."
He turned his head to regard her startled features. She had never looked lovelier, or more desirable. Ah yes, he would make her his wife and it would be among the best bargains he ever struck. He slung his arm across her shoulders and pulled her to him.
"Because I wish to, and because I can. Do you object to such an arrangement?"And would it matter to him if she did?
Mairead sat up, her beautiful breasts bobbing just above his eye level. Gunnar's mouth watered and his cock began to harden again, but the expression in her eyes now was serious, enough to give him pause. Something was amiss with his delightful slave turned bride-to-be.
"It is not that I object. As you say, I am yours, to do with as you decide."
"It is not quite so simple, and well you know it. I would not take your body by force, nor will I claim the rest of your life if you do not wish to give it. I believe you want me."
"I did. I do. But is not merely a matter of what I want. I have...responsibilities."
"And duties. To me." He was being unfair, demanding that to which he had no right. But she could not refuse him, he would not permit it.
Mairead straightened her body and stiffened her shoulders. She met his gaze, her expression one of grim determination. "Very well, I will marry you, but I have conditions. You must promise me that you will treat my children as you would your own. You must care for them and... and never shout. Not at them, not at me."
