CHAPTER NINE
Katrin shifted under Hradi's intense stare, intensifying the lingering warmth in her bottom. Enticing heat slid through her veins and her heart raced, fingers gripping the head rails tightly. She didn’t dare let go this time.
While she had ultimately enjoyed the spanking, well, the heat that had bloomed in her skin afterward, anyway, what she truly wanted was wanted more of the pleasure he'd shown her before, when his hands had slid over her flesh, leaving fire in their wake.
But now, he remained still, silent. If she asked him to touch her, would he heed her request? Desire lurked in his gaze. For what did he wait? She bit her lip to keep the question unasked.
So intent on holding his penetrating gaze, she didn't notice the movement of his hand until his fingers slid along the outside of her thigh.
The unexpected touch sent a tingling warmth that she barely had a moment to savor before his caresses continued.
He made no attempt to approach her sex, though she found herself suddenly aching for him to do so.
Her hips undulated toward him, but he maintained the unhurried pace, pinning her with his eyes.
His other hand trailed along her side, drawing a husky giggle at the teasing sensations.
A moment later, the giggle devolved into a moan when he tightened his grip, caressing her firmly under her breast. A moment later, the teasingly light caresses continued, drawing sighs and gasps.
She wanted, no needed, more. As if he read her silent plea, he again rubbed her skin firmly, moving along her legs and back, over and over.
Through it all, her nipples hardened to tight, achy peaks, her sex hot and wet, fluttering with wanting.
She raised her hips, trying to tell him without words where she wanted him to touch next.
Her eyes snapped open when he chuckled. Latching onto his gaze grew to a difficult task, while he caressed and stroked along her sides.
"You want more, don't you, Little Witch?"
The deep tinge of his voice revealed his own desire, yet his steely gaze reflected the control he maintained.
Katrin wished she could do the same, but these new, wild and fascinating feelings overcame her.
Somehow, though, she managed to contain the plea for him to touch her more intently. And intimately.
Another caress of her belly, low and very near the curls at her groin, drew a sharp cry, one she barely recognized as her own. Her fingers tightened further around the headboard.
"Do you like that?"
She could only nod, her body taut and trembling under his continuing attentions. Her voice had been reduced to nonsensical sounds that seemed to come from a place within her she'd never realized existed. Her control finally snapped.
"Please, Hradi, I can't bear this."
At her words, he paused, nearly drawing a frustrated scream, her knuckles near cracking with the pressure. Again, she silenced it, knowing he did this on purpose. Why did he torment her so?
"Because I want you to feel everything I do to you. In ways that you will never forget."
His crooning answer shocked through her. She'd spoken aloud? Her mortification was muted by the heated promise in his words.
"I fear I may not survive." The admission came out before she even realized it had formed.
"You will. And you will beg me to do it again."
He turned his attention back to her body, his gaze roaming over her as if to decide when and where to start. Katrin braced herself, her sweaty palms threatening her grip on the antlers.
Hradi appeared almost stone-like in the flickering lamplight, the only movement that of his hands, whisking across her belly and hips.
The awareness of how his caresses affected her reflected in his dark gaze.
Somehow, knowing he deliberately teased only made her anxious to hurry him, give her more than just this taunting touch.
A moment later, he caught her wrist. She hadn't even realized she'd reached for him.
"Again, you disobey."
Surprisingly, he released her, rising from the bed. Confused, she watched him warily, eyes widening when he returned with a woven belt in his hands. She scrambled up and across the bed, his intent clear.
"No!" Her hoarse cry echoed, drawing a chuckle.
"Oh, yes, my Little Witch. Since you can't follow my orders, I will ensure you do. Give me your hands."
She shook her head, easing herself to the floor. Studying the layout, she realized she was trapped. Even if she could make it to the door, Hradi stood between her and escape. Still half-caught in the fog of desire left her wits slow and scattered.
"You can't escape me." A few strides brought him closer.
She took the opportunity to climb back on the bed, hoping to scoot across, but he proved to be faster.
One arm reached out, catching her about the waist before he tumbled her to her back.
When she attempted to push him away, he quickly caught her hands and wrapped the belt around her wrists.
Shock left her momentarily stunned. He took advantage and raised her bound arms, securing the end of the belt to the antlers.
Katrin tugged at her bonds but they held fast. Hradi leaned back, a wide grin making him appear more handsome than ever, almost deflating her anger at his treatment. Almost.
"Damn you! Let me go at once! This is not how a guest should be treated."
He nodded. "You are likely right. But there is no one here to see, is there?"
She gulped. Despite the apprehension, excitement sparked in the room, as if Odin himself sent his bolts down from Valhalla.
She tugged again, but the belt held fast. Holding Hradi's stare, she sank back against the pillows, knowing any attempts to free herself would be futile.
She was truly at his mercy. She didn't know if her shivers were caused by alarm, or desire.
Closing her eyes, she braced herself for what was to come.
A moment later, her eyes snapped open when he trailed his hands along her legs, once more sending the heat of desire whisking through her veins.
He held her gaze but continued his meandering movements toward her sex.
Her breath came in heavy pants, tiny moans she was unable to suppress echoing in the room.
Each stroke of a finger was maddening and thrilling, both at the same time.
Katrin felt as if she were being tossed about on a storm-ravaged ocean, waves of hot anticipation building.
And finally, he slid his fingers along the swollen flesh of her cleft, the touch as intense as one of Odin's lightning bolts.
Another stroke and another and she found herself lifting her hips, seeking more of his wickedly delightful caresses.
"More, please," she moaned, wanting a firmer, harder touch.
"I told you I would make you beg." The thick husk of his voice added to the turmoil overtaking her. She couldn't even find words to respond to his mischievous words.
Using his hands, he pushed her legs further apart. Her eyes widened when he settled between them, his fingers still working their magical dance along her aching pussy. She wanted more, her body trembling with eagerness.
Hradi lifted his head, his stare as always, piercing and inspiring an ever-intensifying yearning.
With a wink and a grin, he lowered his head, leaving Katrin gasping.
At the first slide of his tongue across her slick sex, she gave a strangled wail.
She'd never imagined something so naughty, so wicked, could bring such delight.
Each gentle lave sent her higher, her body straining for something she couldn't name, but instinctively knew would be beyond anything she ever could have imagined.
Now he drove a finger inside her, sliding along her folds, his lips closing around the hard nub of flesh where the yearning pressure built.
Lashing it with his tongue, he gently sucked.
Katrin feared she might swoon from the fire near boiling her blood.
She heard someone call Hradi's name then realized the high-pitched begging came from her.
His muffled chuckle added to the maelstrom taking over every part of her until the explosion within pulled the breath from her lungs.
Her body rippled with the blinding sensations, bliss and giddy joy swirling together.
All the while, Hradi kept up his sensual assault, making her sob with pleasure, until finally, the storm passed and she lay weak and quivering under him.
With a last slow glide of his tongue, drawing a delicious aftershock of pleasure, he drew away, moving up to free her from the headboard.
He pulled her close, her still shivering arms too weak to hold on.
He tilted her chin back and moved to kiss her, pausing, an expression of confused alarm lining his face.
"Why are you crying?"
She finally recognized the tears wetting her face. How could she explain? It took several deep breaths before she managed to find her voice again.
"They are tears of joy."
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The soft words left Hradi momentarily speechless. Then he smiled, gently wiping away the traces of her tears. He'd often brought women to tears, but not like this. This innocent little witch turned him inside out with her honest reactions.
"I am pleased to have brought you such delight." He took her mouth in a claiming kiss, savoring each little gasp and moan. Her body trembled against him, and his cock grew ever harder. Touching her, tasting her had made him wild, though he'd maintained an iron control. Until now.
"Now it is time for you to return the favor."
Even in the soft light, he could see the blush creeping into her cheeks.
Teaching her how to please him would surely be a blessing and a torment.
He drew away, reaching for the belt still wrapped around her wrists.
He untied the woven belt and, upon hearing her pained cry, moved to massage the discomfort from her wrists.
"I must make sure to tie them a little looser next time."
"You will do this again?" Katrin's eyes widened in surprise.
He grinned. "I will. But now, for your first lesson in pleasing a man."
Her disappointed groan when he let her go and stepped from the bed sent a shiver along his spine. Having already tasted her passion once, he was eager to do so again. He stood at the end of the bed, hands on his hips.
Katrin scrambled to her knees, her gaze moving from his face to his hard cock, standing long and firm before him. She inched closer, a curiosity etched into her face that only made him harder. Her innocence tempted him beyond his stamina and he knew he wouldn't last long once his instruction began.
"Touch me," he ordered, pleased when she didn't hesitate to reach for him.
The tentative feel of her fingers encircling his cock almost made him come right then and there. He gritted his teeth, holding himself completely still while she explored. She lifted her head, the bewilderment darkening her eyes to a dark, stormy blue sending his need to further heights.
"It's hard, but so soft, too."
Odin's teeth, her purity would drive him to madness.
He choked on the shout threatening to escape, worried he might frighten her.
Since when did he care so much for his lover's needs?
A moment later, the thought scattered when she more firmly surrounded him, her hands moving over his shaft and down to cup his balls.
She gave him a gentle squeeze, immediately releasing him when he groaned.
"Did I hurt you?"
He stroked his fingers through her hair and smiled, giving a shake of his head.
"I assure you, you are not hurting me. In fact, I want you to continue."
A hint of a smile lifted the corners of her mouth and she resumed her attentions, stroking and squeezing, until he thought he might explode in her hand. Slowly, he eased her hand from him, struggling to steady his racing heart. If he wanted to enjoy her mouth, he needed to gather his wits.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing. But you are not finished yet." He cupped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "I want you to take me in your mouth."
Once more, the na?ve widening of her eyes charmed him. She would be the death of him if he did not take care.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
She gave a nod, despite his grip on her chin. "Are you?"
He let loose the bark of laughter, though he didn't answer her, knowing he wasn't sure himself. Releasing her chin, he pointed at his cock.
For several moments, she appeared to be considering how to proceed. Just as he was about to tell her, she took a position sitting on the end of the bed. He watched her, realizing he had no need to instruct her. Her curiosity and natural inborn passion would lead her.
When she leaned forward, Hradi sucked in a breath. At the first touch of her tongue swiping along his tip, he let out the breath in a harsh groan. Delight speared through him, hot and hazy, and leaving his knees trembling.
Again and again, each stroke of her tongue drew forth a delight surely fit only for the gods.
Never had he felt such lust, such need, as this little witch stirred.
When she enclosed the head of his cock in her lips, he almost lost his command over his release.
Somehow, he managed to hold himself back, his eyes closing when she sucked him still deeper into her mouth.
She possessed a natural talent. The errant thought floated through the cacophony of desire overtaking his senses.
Each pull of her mouth sent him hurtling toward his release.
He wanted to hold back, make it last, but she fluttered her tongue against him and his control slipped.
He had a brief worry about coming in her mouth, but before he could warn her, she tightened her fingers around him and gave a mighty pull on his cock.
Unable to hold back any longer, his balls tightened nearly painfully before he exploded in her mouth, his seed erupting with such force, it left him momentarily blinded.
His climax seemed to last forever, Katrin sucking and stroking and leaving him limp as a newborn babe.
He didn't know how he'd freed himself or settled them both back into the bed, his thoughts still hazy and lust-clouded.
She snuggled close. "Did that please you?"
Her soft question, filled with wariness, almost made him hard again. He pressed a kiss against her forehead. "Very much. It seems I didn't have to teach you much after all."
"I learn fast."
There was a pride in her voice that drew another chuckle. He hugged her tighter. Despite not taking her completely, as he would have liked, he was more satisfied than he had ever been before.