Nordic Lessons (13 page)

Panting, I respond, “Yes, so unreal, Master!”

“Need more?”

I nod quickly and swallow hard.
Follow directions, Elora ….

“Ask me respectfully, little sub.”

“Please, Master, please make me come hard using your sexy tongue. What you did felt so perfect. I want your mouth on my sex again,
so
badly.” I’m not above begging for the most amazing feeling I’ve ever had.

Time feels suspended as he holds high and tight to the thick steel links, watching me carefully.

“And how would my little sub like it for her first time with her new Master? Would she like to find release from my tongue or my cock?”

A choice?
The answer is clear. “I-I need you inside, please, Master, your cock please ….” The plea slips out before I can think.

His handsome smile widens as he hauls himself to a standing position. The strain on his biceps is fascinating. He’s so strong.

“That pleases me, little sub, because that is exactly what I wanted as well.”

His eyes locked on mine, he swiftly tugs open his wide black belt and pops the row of buttons on his jeans. His glance never wavering, he bends slightly and shoves them down, along with a fitted pair of black boxer briefs. They slide down his tanned hips seconds before he shoves them to the side. I stare in wonder, which quickly becomes total panic.

Whoa … talk about thick
! His enormous shaft proudly kicks between his legs. He holds still, observing me, and lets me look my fill as my mouth floods with saliva. It’s fascinating in its sculpted beauty. I immediately want to taste it, run my fingers along it, play with it. There’s no way my fingers could close around it, because it’s without a doubt wider than the span of my wrist! I watch it jerk and strain, eager for my feminine touch. Darkly shadowed balls hang between his spread legs and sable brown hair covers his powerful thighs and calves. Suddenly the primal realization hits me with the force of a blow; I have what he wants and I can’t wait another second to be taken by him. I lick my lips in greedy anticipation.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper.

“I’m just yours, Elora.”

Mine …. That sounds so right.

He steps forward and stretches his long arm up high on the chains. I glance up to the ceiling and see a pulley system.

“Oh!”

I give a startled cry as the swing is slowly raised another two feet, the links clinking as I am hoisted higher in the air.

A rich male chuckle comes from above me. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ve got you. Just adjusting you to my perfect. Fuckable. Height.”

Mmm, damn, that sounds so hot!

The thrill of being suspended, tethered down and spread wide for his use is so sexy to me. I smile as he steps in between the open ‘v’ of my legs.

His voice is deeper than ever as he asks, “You ready for this?”

“Yes. Yes, Master, since the day I met you. But, can I ask that you please go slowly?”

His eyes sharpen as he murmurs, “Of course, my beautiful girl, I’m always careful not to hurt what’s mine. Now hold tight for it.”

Oh yes!

His left hand is raised high, grasping the chain. The length and shape of his arms are astounding. I watch them ripple and flex in the semi-darkness. He palms his sex with his right hand and slowly, so slowly, guides the head forward to graze against my damp opening in a lazy upward sweep. I kick my chin up and moan at the sublime, velvet heat.

“Look at me, little one.”

I obey, my eyes latching to his fevered stare. I’m squeezing the chains so tightly that my palms are melded to the sleek steel.

Pressure. Intense pressure starts to build as he pushes into me with slow, measured control. He has to pull back three times to work the wide head into me.

“Christ, baby, you’re so damn tight. Shit!” he grits out through clenched teeth, clearly wrestling with himself to keep it slow and easy. With his size he could easily cause damage. He’s being careful and gentle.

“Breathe, baby, nice and easy, sweetheart. Relax like a good girl and open for me, that’s it, let me in, let your Master fill you full.”

Damn, his voice is so hypnotic
. Nervousness floats away and I let the feeling of exquisite fullness take over. My deep sigh entwines with his rich groan as the head finishes entering me. He continues forward with the wicked glide of his silky cock until he’s seated deep in my pussy. The sensation is so foreign, so overwhelming, that I can only
experience
the entire proud length, the wide heat pulsing within me.
So beautiful, beyond words.

Dazed, I call out, “Mikkel, you’re, it’s, oh God, so awesome, so burning hot inside me. I-I’ve never felt anything like this before, Master.”

Staring down at me, eyes glazed with fierce passion, he rasps, “Fuck, Elora, so fucking perfect. Can’t hold back!”

As the last word falls from his lips I watch his taut hips pull back, both of his hands close on the chains right before he slams hard into me.

“Master!” I scream at the delicious, forceful entry.

He groans harshly but doesn’t speak as he gets busy. I watch as he pistons into me with searing ownership. It’s staggering, devastating pleasure. I’m so close, nearly there … everything is building so rapidly within me, tightening like the strings on a drawn bow.

“Rub that clit, Elora. Wanna feel that sweet cunt work my cock as you cum!”

With a trembling hand I let go of one chain, swipe my tongue across two fingers, and lower them to where he’s working me hard. The only thing that’s keeping the swing from flying off into the wall behind us is his unyielding grip on the rattling chains.

Oh yeah, so damn fine!

The first swipe against my swollen flesh is the spark that ignites my undoing.

“Ahhh, oh yes, please! Please don’t stop, Master!” I wail desperately. Everything inside me is tensing up sharply, so ready for the ultimate release.

The rich sounds humming from his slick chest grow louder, wilder. I watch him slide his fists down the oblong links until he reaches the base, angling for more control of the swing. Without breaking the rhythm he hammers harder, furiously driving in and out, completely branding me with his devastating heat and thickness. The pounding increases, speeds up, turns completely brutal. The savage expression on his face pushes me over the edge. I roll my index finger once more and lose it completely, crying out as the violent tremors shoot through my core before exploding outward to ignite every cell in my body.

“Yes! Oh my God! Mikkel!” The spasms are so strong, making it hard to breathe … to think, as the immense pleasure roars through my body with the violence of a storm. My cries quickly turn to screams at the devastating intensity of the magnificent orgasm.

His shouts vibrate around the room. “Yeah, shit yeah, that’s so it, baby! Take it! Take it all, nice and deep for me!”

As the delicious pulses slowly begin to ease up, I drink in the striking visage of this fierce man. I want to reach out, to curl my fingers around his sweat-slicked neck, but I follow instructions like a good sub and hold tight. I’m hauled forward twice more before he stops abruptly, suddenly letting go of one of the chains he clamps down on my left shoulder, his thumb against my neck. He throws his head up to the ceiling and roars out his release. I can feel it lashing deep and hot inside my core.
Nothing
in my life has ever felt more potent, more real. I’m stunned by the beautiful intensity of the experience.

Only the sounds of our strained breathing echo through the candlelit room as he leans forward to touch his slick forehead to mine.

His eyes are closed. The strained ferocity has melted away. His long black lashes are a pretty contrast to his stark masculinity.

He stays put, deep within me, and quietly whispers, “Thank you. Thank you, Elora.” His cheek nuzzles against mine. “Never thought someone like you could exist in the world. I’m fuckin’ floored, you know that, baby?”

I release the chains and lightly brush the tips of my fingers along his cropped hair. “Oh Mikkel … I feel the same. It’s so new and complex, all of this, but somehow it just makes sense.
We
make sense.”

He groans out his agreement.

“Hold tight little one, I’ll get you down.”

“Okay, Master.”

His eyes flare in pleasure as he gently withdraws from me. Immediately I miss his heat inside me. I watch him tag his black underwear from the floor and wipe off his wet, still semi-erect sex. Suddenly I’m embarrassed to be in this spread position. I reach over and try to shimmy my leg out of one of the straps.

Warm hands close around my fingers. “Easy there, just a second. I’ve got you, baby.”

I let go and thankfully he has me out of the swing inside of thirty seconds. My legs are shaky and Jell-O-like from the different angle combined with the mind-bending orgasm. With one strong arm wrapped around my back, he slides the other beneath my knees, lifting me high up against his chest. I snuggle into him, marveling at his scent and strength.

“Oh!”

He has tossed me playfully onto his oversized bed, where I bounce once. His dense feather duvet feels amazingly soft against my sensitive backside. He crawls up on all fours, mock-stalking me. My breath hitches and my nipples harden with the thought of being taken once again. A huge hand bands tight around my right ankle, and a split second later, I’m dragged beneath him.

“Yes, mmm, yes.” My voice sounds different, husky and sexual.

His eyes turn arctic, hard. “Yes?”

I catch my careless error and hasten to cover up my fuck-up. “Yes, yes, again please, Master.”

“Mmmm, I like that,
min
skjønne
. Respect will always win you favor with me, little one.”

Note to self: be respectful, always ….

His full lips have just covered mine when the shrill, electronic ring of a mobile cuts through the serenity of his room and we both turn toward the source—his jeans, which are lying in a heap on the pale wood.

“Fuuuuck!” he grumbles in annoyance as he pushes off the bed to snag it out of the back pocket of his jeans. Before he answers, he says quickly, “This had better be good, it’s nearly eleven!”

He checks the screen and touches a button. “
Hva skjer?
”
What’s up?

I’m unsure of what he’s saying, yet his anger is unmistakable. A moment passes before, “
Nei så faen, du kødder nå?
”
No, you’re fucking kidding me, right?

Silence again. His big hand looks like it’s about to crush his mobile and then he says in a scary voice, “
Jeg
kommer med en gang
.”
I’ll be right there.

The second he disconnects, I ask carefully, “Is everything all right?”

He’s already sliding on his jeans, commando, as he grates out, “Fuck no. Some douche bags just tried to bust into our garage over at the club. The alarm went off before they could steal anything. Some of our member’s bikes are parked there, along with a shitload of expensive gear and cases of liquor to stock our bar. Bern was first on the call list for the alarm company; that was him on the line. He’s already there, but it’s dark, and I need to help him try and secure that door, at least until we can get a locksmith out first thing in the morning. We also need to be there in case the pricks come back for round two once the alarm is shut off.”

“It had to be those men from today, right?”

“Yeah, babe, without a doubt the Hellraisers are the only ones missing enough brain cells to steal shit from our club.”

“I can be ready in just a minute.”

Pulling his white shirt down over his tight stomach he tells me firmly, “No, you’re staying put. We’ve just begun tonight and I’ve waited too long to have you in my bed, woman, to not have more of you tonight. So no, you keep your fine ass right there between my sheets and imagine all the wicked things that I’ll do to you when I get back later.”

My pulse spikes sky high at his blunt words.

A fiery gleam lights his eyes as he stares down at me. “I’ll try to not be too long, baby. Gotta be there, though, responsibilities.”

“I understand.”

“Good girl, make yourself at home, but under no circumstances are you to lay so much as a finger on that sweet pussy. That’s all mine. You got me?”

My eyes widen in shock. “Yes, yes, I get you, Master.”

His dark, goateed chin dips once before he turns and disappears through the shadowed door into the long hallway.

I flop back onto the feather duvet, sigh loudly, and try to wrap my head around this wildly perfect evening.

T
he house is dead quiet when I return, silently relieved that the assholes who tried to bust into the garage at the club took off when they tripped the alarm. Fucking amateurs. No doubt it was some of Dag’s boys, trying to throw their weight around after his beat down earlier. I’m eager for a distraction and I know exactly where to find her.