CHAPTER FOUR #2
With no warning, he raised his hand and brought it down harshly against her ass.
For a moment, she stiffened, then her writhing attempts to free herself began anew.
No sounds escaped and he found himself disappointed and a little annoyed.
He wanted to hear her cries. He merely tightened his hold and landed another blow.
The blood roared in his ears, the feel of the warm skin of her belly rubbing against his cock driving him to strike again and again.
Finally, a whimpering sob broke through the haze engulfing him.
He paused, resting his hand lightly against her reddened flesh.
She still squirmed, but her movements had taken on a sensual rhythm.
He noted the way her shoulders shook with each shuddering breath and the sounds of her little moans.
With a knowing smile, he reached between her legs, sliding his fingers slowly through the curls covering her charms. Her body tightened, but she didn't resist as he found her pussy and stroked lightly against her swollen and soaked flesh.
"You little minx! You like this!" He'd never imagined it possible, but his cock grew still harder, his balls tightening in need.
She said nothing, but a low groan escaped.
He continued to caress her sex, sliding along her slick heat and finally to her clit.
At the first touch, her head shot up and she wriggled wildly.
He gave a tender pinch and another violent quiver swept over her.
His mouth went dry as sand. He'd never known a woman to possess such lust. How many ways could he play with her?
The idea took hold and he knew he had to keep her long enough to find out.
A few more strokes along her cleft and her panting hung heavily in the still of the forest. He withdrew, chuckling when she gave a disappointed moan.
"I told you, Thora. Your pleasure comes after mine. Now, I shall finish your punishment then we will proceed."
"I hate you!"
Despite the harsh words, her voice possessed a hoarseness that sounded more like passion than anger. Ari suppressed a shiver.
"I'm sure you do."
He brought his hand down hard again, noting that this time, her cries held desire, need.
The knowledge he'd brought her to this state fired him to rush through the last strikes, finally stopping to caress her heated skin.
He soothed her a few more moments, then softened his hold and gently eased her up, turning her to face him.
He sucked in a breath at the sight of her tear-streaked face. This woman let her emotions out to the fullest. He suddenly feared getting lost in the powerful maelstrom.
***
Thora hitched a breath, her vision blurred with tears.
Despite her anger at the way Ari had spanked her, need ran through her with such force, she had little strength to resist. How could the pain of his punishment spark such hunger, make her want to once again feel the blinding delight he'd given her earlier?
The intensity of her desire frightened her. She'd never imagined such passion truly existed, despite seeing the deep love her father and stepmother shared. To experience some of it for herself left her stunned and exhilarated, excited and terrified, all at the same time.
When Ari's fingers gently wiped away her tears, she nearly threw herself on him. What was wrong with her? She should be furious with how he'd treated her, but the burning soreness in her bottom throbbed through her in an oddly pleasant manner, feeding her desire instead.
Silence hung heavily between them, only her ragged breaths breaking the quiet of the night. He pulled her near and she made no attempt to resist, seeking the heat of his lips as they neared hers.
At the first contact, he devoured her and she let him, meeting the harsh thrusting of his tongue driving deep into her mouth. A growing awareness of what she wanted, no, needed, sparked within, and the desire to resist faded further.
For what seemed hours, he did nothing more than kiss her with a hunger she feared might consume her. When he finally drew his mouth from hers, she opened her eyes to find in his a lust that surely matched her own.
Why did it seem that he roused something in her she had never even realized she had been missing?
Even with her hands bound, after he'd spanked her, she wanted nothing more than to lose herself in the fire of passion.
As if something had been absent within her, something Ari brought to life in a way that left her reeling.
The last of her determination to resist crumbled to dust. She wanted the fire he stoked.
Having tasted the bliss his touch could bring, she found herself with a hunger for more.
The last vestiges of embarrassment floated away on the evening breeze.
Why shouldn't she seek her pleasure? No longer did she resent the leather binding her wrists.
Despite the way his lips and tongue wreaked havoc on her senses, she had the presence of mind to realize he no longer held the trailing end of her bonds.
She lifted her arms, letting her bound wrists settle against the back of his neck.
The sudden tensing of his body sent a shiver along her spine. The surprise in his stare sparked an instant of humor, one quickly chased by the untamed gleam that arose a moment later. Thora's heart tripped in its rapid rhythm.
"I think you like acting my slave."
The deep husk in his voice drew a responding heat in her core. She pressed against him, her sex needing the contact with his own hard and hot flesh.
"No, I merely seek my own pleasure."
The grin lighting his face grew positively feral. The sight called to her in a way that left her anticipating what was to come with an eagerness she'd never known before.
"Well, then, I shall do my best to give you that. After I've reached my own."
The brief spark of annoyance flared and faded.
She didn't care anymore, she only wanted what he would give her.
He'd already proven his masterful touch could inspire a ferocious desire that shattered her awareness of everything but him.
She found she rather liked it, though the tiny voice of reason continued to warn of the danger that lie in such feelings.
At that moment, he thrust his hips toward her, the heat of his hard shaft sliding along her sex chasing any remnants of caution to the wind.
Ari continued to move slowly against her, stirring her to the fever pitch of moments before. She arched toward him, pressing her mouth against his neck and kissing and licking the salty, heated skin. A wild quivering swept over him before he stilled.
She drew away and lifted her questioning gaze to his.
"Why did you stop?"
***
Ari ground his teeth to hold the climax threatening to explode at bay.
The husky question, laced with frustration, combined with the feel of her slick and hot pussy, threatened to sever the already tenuous hold on the reins of his control and he wasn't even inside her yet.
Her feisty passion combined with a healthy portion of innocence unleashed something primal within him he couldn't name.
"I am not yet ready." He forced the words through his clenched jaw, inhaling sharply when she undulated toward him, the flesh of her sex surrounding him nearly as delightful as if he were fully engulfed in her sheath.
He grabbed her hips. "Remain still."
The fire of annoyance flared in her dark gaze, but she said nothing.
Was that a curt nod indicating he should continue, or merely a way to protect herself from more discomfort?
Strangely, he sensed a struggle within her, one to hold back.
How he understood she was as caught in the torrent as he, he'd never know for sure, but the instinct gave him the strength he needed to contain his riotous lust. A few more deep breaths and he was once more eager to continue without the threat of ending the joining too soon.
He slid one hand to her pussy, stroking the swollen flesh surrounding him.
In a few moments, he would be completely inside her, her sweet sheath completely enclosing his cock.
Beneath him, Thora moaned and trembled, her legs wrapped tight around his back.
He barely had room to move, but somehow managed to shift enough so the tip of his cock rested at her opening.
He reached up and brushed the hair from her face. Her gaze snapped to his and in the depths of her dark eyes, he read the same passion that held him just as tenaciously.
"This will hurt."
Several moments passed before she responded.
"Do it. Now."
He wasted not a second more and thrust hard, taking her innocence in one stroke. She cried out. Now embedded within her heat, Ari forced himself to remain motionless to allow her to adjust to his invasion, though he desperately wanted to drive still more deeply into her body.
He studied her, eyes tightly shut, vestiges of pain lining her face. "Thora, look at me."
Slowly, her eyes opened and despite the pain pulling taut across her cheeks, he saw passion still flaming in her stare.
"Only pleasure now. I promise."
He didn't wait for her response, merely shifted inside her, a hint of the way he wanted to take her. Her eyes widened, a hoarse moan shaking out of her. He eased back, savoring her cry of delight, then slowly slid deeper within her.
"Oh, yes!"
Her shout surprised him, encouraged him to increase his tempo, to take them both to the pinnacle promised by the sensations already assaulting them.
The feel of her fingers scratching along the back of his neck enflamed him further.
He took her mouth in a bruising kiss, silencing her needy cries as he stroked within her.
Her tongue thrust against his, mimicking his own actions, driving him on.
Each of her muffled shouts vibrated within him, in time with the furious rhythm that tossed him in every direction, until the feel of her sex clenching hard on his cock sent him into a blinding release.
He pulled away from her mouth, his exultant cry echoing with hers, the force of his climax filled with a force that made him feel as though he soared high above Midgard.
Beneath him, Thora rocked and shuddered, her own cries resembling the sharp sound of the long lur horns, sending shivers along his spine and adding to the tumult overtaking him.
It seemed hours passed before Ari's breathing and heart steadied, and he resisted the urge to collapse upon her.
Her lips sought and found his once more, a sweet ending to the fiery passion that had consumed them both, one that left him sated and complete.
Content. Relaxed in ways he hadn't been in years.
He forced his trembling arms to hold him as he shifted, not yet willing to relinquish the warmth of her body.
As if attuned to his desires, she tightened herself around him.
Somehow, he managed to slide to his back, his softening cock still buried within her.
With a shift of his hips, Thora now rested atop him, her head nestled against his neck.
He drew her bound hands from around his neck.
She snuggled closer, somehow finding his fingers and twining hers with them.
Why did he find himself wishing he could savor this delight for the rest of his days?