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dream? Did he ache to be touched?
Yes! he growled, as if he had read my thought. Yes, I want to touch, smell, taste you.
You have the power, little one.
I m not
Argumentative. He took all the argument out of me when he opened my thighs wide
and put them on his shoulders. He bent down and kissed the inside of my leg, as pale and
vulnerable a place as the inside of my armpit.
I let out a scream.
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You are noisy as I pleasure you, it is good, Frey said. I want to taste the issue of your
body.
Huh? Then I got it. Oh. I blushed. He wanted to suck me off and taste my cum.
Most guys wear condoms for that nowadays. Safety, I mumbled. Oh, geez. He was& His
lips against my balls, plumped in one of his huge hands, hanging like fruit for him to suckle.
And he did. Ravenously.
I will keep you safe, Frey said. It is my duty to excite you, to make you content to lie
in my arms.
He took his duty frickin seriously. My hands caged his skull as he suckled the tip of my
cock, taking his time swallowing my respectable length. I tried to fuck his mouth, so eager, so
on fire, like never before. Dream lover, he was my dream lover.
Stay, he commanded me, holding my body so I couldn t do anything but quiver like a
guitar string as he played me, over and over again, tuning me up so I was moaning
continuously, shamelessly.
Oh please, Frey!
He laughed against my skin, the vibrations and the silky beard and the flash of white
teeth and the devilish way he looked at me under heavy eyelids. He knew exactly how he
worked me.
Please& Please, Frey. I need it. I m crazy for it.
You are pleasured. He sounded smug again and I could tell from the smile on his
shiny lips that he loved what he was doing, without reservation. There was no calculation
there, that if he gave me X amount of oral, I d return the favour, or twenty minutes of kissing
time was enough before the main event.
Frey feasted on me.
Frey& cared.
My breath stalled and I heard nothing but my heart pounding in my chest as I stared at
him. No. I couldn t fall for him. He had as much as admitted that once his mission was over,
he d leave.
The thought cut into my release, raw& hot& painful. I came, spurting on his lips and
chin while he laughed in victory. I flew for him, shuddering, and Frey held onto me as if he d
never let me go.
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I closed my eyes as he licked me, nuzzling around my sex for everything I d given him.
I tensed at the intimate contact so soon after climax. Easy.
You are young and strong. You can reach enjoyment again.
Not now, I said, very softly. Please. He could make me come again but if he did, I d
shatter.
Guide. He lifted me, arranged me so I was sitting on him with my legs wrapped
around his waist as he held me. I could feel him, huge and swollen, a little dangerous in his
passion.
I was too enervated to do anything but lie limply in his arms, but he didn t seem to
expect anything from me. He seemed to enjoy stroking my back, as aftershocks shook me.
My climax had been that intense.
From the moment I d woken up with him on top of me, my body had been heavy,
waiting. Wanting to be crushed under him, to be conquered and forced to come.
He reached down and took my cock in his hand.
I felt utterly possessed in his grip, as if he owned my sexuality, as if he had me in a
slave s collar from his time and whenever he wanted I would have to lie on my back and take
his thrusts. He owned me.
And was that ever a hot thought. I felt myself harden in his hand and I whimpered. He
smiled against my neck.
Frey&
The world tilted again. He lifted me so I hung over his back. Hey!
Rope? he prodded.
Rope? I echoed.
This will do. He had one of the printed dishcloths my mom left out on the counter,
and then he had another. He placed me back on the floor in front of the chair and then he tied
my wrists above my head.
My heart was galloping, my cock so hard it speared wantonly into the air, flexing as he
touched it with one casual finger.
I d fantasised that I was his sex slave, but he was really making me into one and my
body liked it.
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He spread my legs wide so I was totally open and accessible for him and his hands
lingered, stroking me, satisfaction firing the blue in his eyes. He liked me like this, liked me
helpless and needy, my sex begging for his touch.
You are not sad now, he said.
It s like warrior yoga. Usually I m so uncomfortable it s all I can think of, so I guess
this is living in the present moment.
I make you uncomfortable, guide? His finger rimmed the tip of my cock, over and
over again as I panted, my body trembling for him.
I wanted you to take me the first time I saw you, I admitted. I wanted you to tie me
up and conquer me like a Viking.
You were made for this, seiðmaðr. He leant down and kissed me, his mouth wet and
hot against mine, his beard rasping my skin. You were made to be the pampered pet of a
warrior.
His ideas were old-fashioned, but they sure as fuck were a turn on. I imagined myself
back in his day, lying in his furs. The other warriors would know he pleasured me as I
begged him to fuck me hard.
I can see you tied up with leather straps, writhing on my bed, your lips parting as I
feed you my manhood.
I could see that manhood, solid as an anvil. My mouth watered. It felt like forever since
I d craved the joy of sucking his cock. Let me, I whispered. I want to taste you too.
He stared at me with heavy eyes, his big chest rising and falling rapidly. You want me
to feed you as I fed on you? he asked.
Use me, I said. I want to feel you take my mouth, I want to feel you push inside it,
come down my throat.
You are a slutty servant boy, he said. But I find I like it.
He loomed over me, eyes intent as he reached down and prodded my mouth with his
cock and I moaned.
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