Ravished by a Viking (12 page)

She hesitated, one thigh turning toward the other. “Shouldn’t we lock the door first? Or at least turn the window to frost.”

The windows that opened to the cargo bay were clear, and Grimvarr and his friend still watched. “You can change the glass? Why are the windows ever clear?”

“Sometimes,” she said, color flaring on her cheeks, “lovers like to be watched.”

“Have you availed yourself of this room before?”

She nodded, her cheeks blazing hotter, but her jaw firmed.

“And have you wanted to be watched?”

She shook her head. “Never, and Baraq and I kept the door locked.”

Dagr walked to the far wall and the open cupboard that held stacks of thin linen towels. He pulled out one thick white towel and began ripping it into long strips, keeping her in the corner of his eye, knowing that what he had to say would be easier for her to take if he wasn’t looking directly at her.

“In my keep, I am lord. While I have concubines to see to my comfort, I am not exclusively theirs. I have availed myself from time to time of my right to mate whomever I wish. Wives, concubines, I may join my men to take my pleasure with their women. I have the right, and sometimes I exercise it.”

He finished tearing the last strip and turned his gaze to Honora, whose eyes had widened. He held the strips gripped inside his fists. “In my culture, virility is prized. Necessary to our survival. I like to be watched. My people find comfort in knowing I am strong and robust in everything I do. There is no shame, no embarrassment.” He paused, waiting for her expression to change as realization hit her. When it did, he nearly groaned.

Her body quivered head to foot, nipples shivering and ruched. Her eyes were wide, dark, and glistening in her pale face.

His cock pulsed against his belly, swelling painfully, so full and hard the skin felt ready to burst. “You know what I want,” he said, his voice suddenly hoarse.

“You want the men in the hold to watch us?” she said, sounding hopeful.

“I want them to join us, Honora. They will serve us both.”

She groaned and shook her head. A look of dismay and, for the first time, a hint of true fear slid across her face.

Dagr’s heart softened. Yes, she might be a leader among her own people, but she was woefully unprepared for life outside her ship’s thin shell. “Come to me.” He stood perfectly still, waiting for her to decide whether she could accept his rule.

Honora looked away, drew deep, ragged breaths between pursed lips to pull strength around her. He knew when she steadied, because her gaze lifted to his and she slowly strode toward him.

When she stood directly in front of him, completely naked in her body and desire, she whispered, “What do you want me to do?”

Dagr leaned down. She tilted back her head. They kissed, only their lips touching for a moment. “I won’t ask for more than you can give,” he said quietly.

With doubt still shadowing her eyes, she nodded.

“Turn around and put your hands behind you.”

Honora glanced down at the strips of fabric he held. “You’re going to bind me?” She hadn’t thought it possible for her heart to pound faster or harder than it did now and not explode from her chest.

“Do you object?”

She shook her head, feeling a little dazed, and turned, clutching her hands together at the small of her back while he tied them. When he finished she tugged, testing the knots. The binding wasn’t too tight, but she’d have to pull at them a while to work herself free.

“Are you all right so far?” he said softly, his hands smoothing over her shoulders and down her arms.

He stood so close she felt the heat radiating from his skin. Her nipples tingled and lengthened, beading painfully hard. “What’s next?”

His hands rose in front of her face, holding another strip of cloth.

She sucked in a deep breath. “I don’t know if I’ll like this,” she said, wanting to duck beneath his hands and run, but also intensely curious about what he planned. “I don’t know if I’ll like not being able to see what you do ... where your men are.”

“You have to trust I will see to your pleasure and your comfort. Do you trust me, Honora?”

“No!” She laughed once. “You’ve stolen my ship. You hold my crew hostage for my good behavior. How do you expect trust to exist?”

His hands glided around her chest, cupped her breasts, and massaged them gently. “Do you trust me with your body, Honora? With your pleasure?”

Her body rocked, following the gentle roll of his caresses. “I shouldn’t.”

He kissed her temple, then tied the cloth around her eyes. When he stepped away, she felt abandoned. And immediately her heart quickened, partly from fear because she really shouldn’t trust him, and partly because she didn’t know what would come next and how he meant to employ his men in bringing her pleasure. She wasn’t a prude, had participated in a threesome a couple of times at the academy, but she’d led a pretty circumspect life ever since.

Masculine voices and heavy footsteps entered the room. Once past the door, the men grew quiet, and she guessed that Dagr warned them into silence.

Clothing rustled. Weapons clanked and thudded as they were placed on cabinets.

And then true silence descended. Honora’s pulse pounded against her temples as she waited in an agony of anticipation.

Heat approached her chest, the only warning she got before two mouths latched around her nipples and suckled. Honora’s mouth dropped open while her sex clenched and her back arched to push her breasts deeper into their mouths.

Another man stepped behind her and rubbed her ass. Easy, nonthreatening, and not very sexual caresses. They soothed while the mouths sucking at her nipples clamped harder and nibbled the small, tortured buds.

She wondered which of them suckled and which stood behind her. From her quick glance when she and Dagr had passed them in the hold, she knew one of the men was his younger cousin, who had reddish brown hair and a beard that skirted his mouth and chin in a thin, sexy line. The other was like most of the Vikings—large, with a bushy blond beard and braided hair. The tickling abrasion from the bushy beard told her which man suckled her left breast, but she still was uncertain about the identity of the one laving her right. Her thighs and buttocks clenched; liquid spilled from inside her and dribbled down her inner thighs.

She imagined how she must look, her slight frame dwarfed by three large Vikings, and she grew so excited she gulped for air.

“Breathe or you’ll faint,” Dagr whispered into her ear.

So he was behind her, the one fondling her ass. Which meant the two towering giants from the hold were kneeling in front of her. Were they completely nude? Would she know the extent of their attributes or was Dagr only teasing her now?

And then warm hands grasped her shoulders and turned her. Something scraped slowly across the floor and she knew it was the bench. Gooseflesh prickled on her skin. The scraping stopped just in front of her and she was pushed down. Her knees met the upper padded step; her belly lowered to the smooth upholstery.

She was leaned the wrong way, she wanted to say, her head lower than her ass, but she guessed immediately that Dagr wanted her kept off balance, unable to help herself.

Large hands lifted and placed her knees farther apart, opening her sex, parting her ass. She almost blurted there were bindings for her ankles, but what would that reveal?

One palm caressed one cheek, then withdrew. Then a slap landed in the exact spot.

Honora gasped and tensed, wanting to complain, but the warm hand smoothed again, soothing the sharp ache while fingers trailed the length of her pussy.

Something cool and thick slithered over her hip. She couldn’t help the shiver that racked her, couldn’t help the little moan as it tapped her bottom, and she knew it was a leather belt. It lifted from her flesh, then stung her, the sound loud in the silence.

The belt landed again and again but she bit her lip to hold back her cries. She didn’t want Dagr to stop, to think her weak or to know how excited she was becoming. Although how could he miss the fact that she loved it when her bottom rose to seek the next lash?

The stings were painful, but lit a fire beneath her skin that rippled up her spine and through her channel. Again liquid trickled between her legs, wetting her thighs.

A hand found it, rubbed it over her skin. A tongue followed the hand, lapping up the trail to her pussy but halting before touching her swollen folds. Then it swept away again.

She was left there, shivering on the bench, her pussy pulsing, making soft, succulent sounds as it clasped air.

When lips trailed down her back, she arched, trying to press closer, but her thighs quivered too hard, robbing her of the strength to move.

Fingers dug into her scalp, pulling up her head and forcing her mouth open. A musky scent—not Dagr’s—assailed her nostrils. Then the blunt, round head of a cock pressed against her lips. She opened eagerly, swallowing the crown and swabbing it with her tongue, but it pulled away and she groaned.

Whose cock was it anyway? Had Dagr really let one of his men use her mouth?

Hands cupped her ass and rubbed oil over the sensitive globes. Her cheeks were parted and more oil drizzled over the crease separating them, and she vibrated on the bench.

“No, no, no ...” She moaned, knowing what was coming.

The cock pressed against her mouth again, and she opened obediently, sucking on the crown and nibbling the cushiony head gently, using her tongue to stroke the underside while she began to suction rhythmically, bobbing forward the little she could to consume more of the man’s length.

Fingers swirled on her ass, stirring, stirring, making her bottom rise and fall to follow the pleasurable, teasing touches. Then the end of a thick finger pressed against her opening and she froze, moaning around the thick cock filling her mouth.

Fuck
, were they all made this way?
And fuck, fuck, fuck ...
the finger pushed into her ass.

She stiffened on the bench, her mouth tightening on the cock. “Easy, darkling,” the man whose cock she sucked crooned, petting her hair and rubbing her cheeks. “Relax. Don’t bite.”

She grumbled around his cock, but eased her jaw, trying to ignore the digit thrusting deeper into her behind. The cock in her mouth crowded deeper, pushing over her tongue, tapping the back of her throat and withdrawing. “Swallow, Lady Captain. Give me a deep kiss,” he whispered.

She’d never be able to look him in the eye again, which meant she’d blush every time she saw either of the younger Vikings. She took a deep breath and worked the back of her throat to swallow, the opening and closing her of throat caressing his cockhead. Then she eased open her jaws, breathed through her nose, and let him push deeper, concentrating on not gagging while he rained praises on her and caressed her cheeks and hair.

In and out he thrust, and she swallowed him whole, moaned around him while the man behind her worked another finger inside and eased the tension in her tight ring.

The man in front of her groaned, then pulled out, leaving her dragging in deep, shuddering breaths and missing the fullness.

Footsteps shuffled on the floor; fingers rimmed her mouth.

She stuck out her tongue and licked them, then wrapped her mouth around them to suck.

The fingers withdrew, but a thumb pried her mouth open wide and another cock butted against her lips.

She stroked it, recognizing its taste, and opened wider to let Dagr thrust deep into her throat. “You’re so perfect. So loving and womanly,” he crooned. “Such a hot mouth. Such a skilled tongue. I will let you suck my men until they come. Will you swallow?”

She nodded around him, groaning as he continued to sweep in and out.

The fingers in her ass retreated, her cheeks were parted, and a thick round knob pushed against her tiny opening. She groaned loudly, trying to complain around the cock gagging her mouth, but Dagr pulled her hair and rubbed her ear at the same time, confusing her with pleasure and pain.

The cock pushed against her asshole, then finally popped inside. She slumped over the bench, breathing loudly through her nose.

Dagr pulled his cock from her mouth but his hands stayed on her face and hair. Then his mouth rubbed hers and her lips trembled.

“Are you a little overwhelmed?” he whispered.

She nodded, trying to reach for his mouth again. But he moved away, leaving her weak and shivering, her ass burning around the invading cock.

Her pussy was drenched and throbbing, and fingers were playing inside it, languidly swirling.

Her sex was making lush, wet noises that would have embarrassed her any other time, but now seemed only to increase the ardor of the man who invaded her there. Two fingers were joined by another and she was fast approaching her climax. “So full ...” She moaned.

Fingers and cock pulled away. She quivered on the bench, waiting, but silence surrounded her. Were they just watching? What did they wait for?

Fingers pushed her hair from her sweaty face. “Would you like to be untied?” Dagr asked softly beside her ear.

“Please,” she whimpered.

“Would you like to see us?”

She opened her mouth to repeat her plea, but realized she might not be able to give herself freely if she had to stare into two sets of strangers’ eyes. She shook her head.

The binding around her wrists gave. Warm hands pulled her up, then lifted her from the bench and carried her. She was laid gently on the mattress, her arms and limbs arranged gently as though she were a doll. Then the mattress dipped to her sides and at her feet as the men joined her.

She lay on her back and one man lifted her torso and leaned her against his, so that she half reclined against a hard wall of warm muscle. His hands glided up her belly, and then gently clasped her breasts. Thumbs toggled her aching nipples.

She sighed and relaxed against him.

Another pushed apart her legs and settled between them. When a mouth glided along her folds, pausing to suck on her silken lips, she scooted her heels up the mattress and parted her thighs to give him unimpeded access.