Nordic Lessons

by Christine Edwards

  “Agh!” I cry out as the force of his strong hand connects with my tanga-clad bottom. The burn is all-consuming and spreads immediately, flooding my poor behind with instantaneous pain. The main thought bouncing around in my skull is, He’s really spanking me! followed by, Oh, fuck, how I love it!

  Naughty … so unbelievably naughty.

  He’s not being easy on me. The blows rain down in a constant torrent of cascading pain. Oh God, I doubt I’ll be able to sit for a good long while! I can hear his harsh breathing above me. His wide hand is planted firmly between my shoulder blades to hold me firmly against the pristine, sloped leather.

  “Breathe through it, Elora.”

  His reassurance sparks something inside me. Suddenly the pain on my behind feels more like heat and the surging blood flow has my pussy aching with desperate need. I shove my cheek down against the leather and fight the urge to wiggle my hips around.

  I would do anything to get off!

  Suddenly, the methodical blows cease and his arms are pulling me up by the waist. Stunned, I realize that tears have tracked down my cheeks, and I quickly brush them away as he walks me back to my original position.

  With his hot hands still steadying me, he studies me closely and says, “Now, min skjønne, with that out of the way, let’s try this again.”

  I’m ashamed that I screwed up so early on but I cast that thought aside as a lesson learned. “Yes Master.”

  I peek up through my damp lashes as he takes two long steps back and stands to observe me. I’m just about to reach for my breasts when his thick voice commands, “Stop. Lose the panties.”

  On autopilot I slide my thumbs into the delicate waistband and slide the lace down and off my legs. Without looking I discard them in the pile near my dress. I stare into his eyes, so full of lust. Gorgeous.

  “Kneel for me.”

  I lower down to my knees, never breaking eye contact. The slick wood feels cool against my shins.

  “Lace your fingers behind your lower back.”

  As soon as I thread them together, he says, “Now spread those knees out wide and arch your back forward.”

  I start to hesitate, embarrassed by how exposed I will be, but my discomfort is outweighed by the desire to both please him and avoid punishment. Within seconds I’m positioned and awaiting his command.

  With arms crossed he towers over me, looking gigantic. A frisson of fear creeps down my spine. Relax, you trust him, Elora.

  “This is a position that pleases me very much. When I ask for you to present yourself to me, this is what I’m looking for from my sub. Do you understand, min skjønne?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He watches me as if studying a complex object. In measured words he tells me, “It’s not for you to decide what you need, what you want during play, ever. I make all those choices for you. Are we clear on this?”

  “Very, Master. Yes.”

  “Good. Now release your hands and fondle those gorgeous tits for me now, Elora. I want to see what gets you wet.”

  I do my best to be seductive, sliding my fingers slowly up my ribcage, coming to a stop as the warmth fills both palms. I give a light squeeze against the fullness and feel my nipples tighten in arousal. Did I ever notice these subtle responses before? It must be because I’m under his watchful gaze.

  Delicately, I tweak and roll each rosy bud. The response is immediate as dampness floods my already aching sex. My mouth parts and a slow moan escapes. I try to focus on him; his breathing is deeper, his chest pumping up and down in strong pulls. So sexy. God, let him take me soon. This is torture!

  “Lower your right hand. Touch that little pussy. Show me what gets you off.”

  Yes!

  I sway a bit as my middle finger slides down to connect with my throbbing little clit. Does he want me to make myself come? I will and soon if this keeps up.

  His voice, nearly guttural, grates out, “Fuck yeah, baby. That’s so it. Rub that wetness all around your perfection. Make it really wet for Master’s tongue ’cause I’m gonna lick that sweet cunt clean.”

  Oh. My. God. Who knew a filthy mouth could be such a damned turn on?

  “Mmm, ohh ….” I can’t resist the animalistic sounds that are coming from my throat. I bear down lower on my legs and slide a finger up into my eager sex. I pump twice into the drenched folds as I twist harder on my left nipple. So good … mmm, yeah ….

  “Stop.” Hard. Direct. Inflexible.

  What? No way!

  My spine tenses at the harsh command and immediately I remove both hands. I can’t help but fall forward, palms on the floor, panting from the intensity of my arousal … and frustrating denial.

  “Get up and move over to the swing, like my good girl.”

  On shaky legs, I do as he says and once I’m there, I watch him closely for clues as to whether or not I’m pleasing him. He excels at regimented control, but I can see that all of his muscles, from his neck to his perfectly carved biceps, are straining hard. He’s trying to keep his lust well contained. I’ve never seen such control.

  He murmurs deeply, “Sit down and recline against the back. Once you find a comfortable position, you’re not allowed to move.”

  “Okay.”

  He freezes solid, eyes tightening into tight slashes.

  “I mean, yes, Master.”

  Damn. Close call.

  As soon as I’m seated and comfortable, he kneels down before me. The swing is swaying a bit with my weight as he gently takes my left heel in his hand and slides the supple, white leather loop over my foot and up my leg, stopping about three inches above my knee. I don’t question. I just go with it as the same is done with the other strap. Everything is on display and a full body blush washes over me as he stares down at my sex like a starved wolf closing in on its prey.

  When his mesmerizing eyes lift to connect with mine, I gasp at the raw need radiating from within.

  “Grasp those chains, Elora, and don’t you dare let go.”

  I can’t reply. My voice is lodged in my throat; anticipation looms as thick as dense fog. The cold chains feel welcoming against my damp palms. I hold tight and stare down at him as he reaches a hand to the back of his corded neck and swiftly pulls the white shirt up and off his body.

  I gape at the awesome power of his bare chest. I knew he was built, but the sheer mass of him is astonishing. Heavy muscles stretch deliciously across immense shoulders. I expected a plethora of tattoos, but curiously, there is only one. Just beneath his heart and across his ribs are three lines of dense black script, written in what I think is Norwegian.

  “What does it say, Master?”

  Without breaking eye contact he explains, “It’s an old Norse proverb from the Havamal, The Ballad of the High One, about Odin. It reads, ‘When you recognize evil, speak out against it and give no truces to your enemies.’ ”

  “It’s very sexy, Master. It suits you.” He looks pleased as I continue my visual journey south. His stomach is a plank of ripped muscles. I can’t tear my eyes away. My arms begin to shake with the thought of all of that raw power becoming unleased on me. My trembling causes the swing to move to and fro. Noting the movement, he grasps the two front chains that rise up above my legs. I catch a hint of his scent—that delicious cologne, mixed with something darker.

  A low growl startles me. I flinch back in surprise as he pulls the seat forward, his dark hair disappearing far down between my spread legs.

  Oh, God! Yes! Yes!

  The first swipe, right in the middle of my folds, is such incredibly hot perfection …. He presses in so intently that I toss my head back, crying out in desperation. The guttural sound coming from his chest gets louder, so sexy in its force. Has play ever been this fucking hot? Never. This is like foreplay on a case of Red Bull. Unreal.

  He laps endlessly up and back, covering my pussy completely with his expert mouth. The brush of his goatee against my sensitive outer lips is unreal. Dizzy … I’m so dizzy with desire that I can’
t think straight, but I never shut my eyes. I don’t want to miss a second of the action.

  His head tips to the right as he applies himself fully to eating me out. On the fifth heavenly upward swipe he connects with my distended clit. Every nerve in my body cries out from the knife-edge of pleasure. I’m about to fall over. Just a little more … closer … once more, dear God, please!

  I know he doesn’t want me to beg, yet the words spill from my lips, “Master … ooh, oh please ….” I can hardly focus anymore. He’s taken me to a place of pure, mindless need.

  His head lifts and I’m transfixed by the sight of his slick, glossy lips. Evidence of my arousal gleams on his dark goatee as his lips curl into a sinful smile, revealing his even, white teeth.

  He looks nothing short of sinister as he asks, “Like that, min skjønne?”

  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.