Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“And then?” Aksel’s voice remained controlled, though I could feel the tension in his thighs beneath my hands. “What did Horakovsky demand?”
I hesitated, my rhythm faltering. The memory of what had happened next made shame flood through me so intensely that I pulled back completely, gasping. “He… he made Takken tell me to undress. In front of everyone.”
“Look at me while you continue,” my Herra commanded.
I raised my eyes to meet his gaze while my hand continued stroking his length. “I was naked, completely exposed. He commented on how I was… bare. Down there. Like you’d ordered.” My face burned at the admission. “Then he had Katya and Mila—his… his pleasure girls—he had them come in. They were wearing nothing but garter belts and stockings.”
“Pleasure the tól while you tell me the rest,” he said, guiding my mouth back to his cock. “Use your tongue the way you did just a moment ago. You’re learning very quickly.”
I took him deep again, my tongue working along the sensitive underside as more memories surfaced with disturbing clarity. When I pulled back to breathe, the words tumbled out: “He whipped Katya with a riding crop. Bent her over a chair and lashed her bottom over and over while I watched. The sounds she made…” I shuddered, taking him deep to avoid finishing the sentence.
“And what did you do?” Aksel’s hand tightened in my hair. “Tell me exactly.”
I pulled back, tears pricking my eyes. “I… I mean… I couldn’t do anything. Horakovsky made Takken hold my wrists behind my back. Made me watch. And then… then Horakovsky ordered Mila to kneel in front of me.”
“Continue.” The single word held such command that my mouth opened automatically to take him again.
Around his thickness, I tried to form the shameful words: “Her… her master made her use her mouth on me. Her tongue. I tried not to respond, Herra, I swear I tried, but I’d been edging all week like you commanded, and I was so sensitive, and she was so good at it, and—”
He pulled me off his cock abruptly, his hand fisting in my hair to tilt my face up to his. “You came.”
It wasn’t a question, but I nodded miserably. “I couldn’t stop it. I’m sorry, Herra, I tried so hard not to, but with everyone watching and Katya crying out from the crop and Mila’s tongue on my… I just couldn’t… and then… then they made me masturbate in front of them, and I came again.”
“I know,” he said, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped down my cheek. “You had no real choice, little one. Your body was primed from a week of denial, and you were put in an impossible situation. Horakovsky orchestrated it to humiliate you and Takken both.” His grip in my hair gentled, becoming almost tender. “I forgive you, my sweet vǫlva.”
The relief that flooded through me was so intense I sobbed, pressing my face against his thigh. But even as gratitude warmed my chest, something darker twisted in my belly. The shame of what had happened, of how my body had betrayed me in that conference room, felt like acid in my veins.
“But I…” My voice came out broken, muffled against his leg. “I still failed you, Herra. I came without your permission. Even if I couldn’t help it, I… I think I should be punished.”
The words tumbled out before I could stop them, and the moment they left my lips, I knew they were true. Some part of me craved the absolution that only his discipline could provide. The strap across my bottom, the burning reminder of my place—it would wash away the confusion and self-doubt that had plagued me all week.
“Look at me,” Aksel commanded.
I raised my tearstained face to meet his gaze. His eyes held mine with an intensity that made my breath catch.
“You’re asking to be punished,” he said, not a question but a statement of fact. “Tell me why.”
“Because I need…” I swallowed hard, searching for words to explain the tangled knot of emotions in my chest. “I need to know I’ve paid for it. That you’ve forgiven me properly. With your hand, your strap. I need to feel owned by you again, not by what they did to me.”
A slow smile curved his lips. “Such a good girl, learning to ask for what you need.” He stood abruptly, his cock still hard and glistening with my saliva. “Come.”
He led me to a dark corner of the room I hadn’t focused on earlier. There, something large stood, covered with a dark cloth. With one swift motion, he pulled the covering away, and my breath caught in my throat.
It was a massive piece of carved oak furniture, of a design I’d never seen before—but whose shameful use seemed immediately apparent to me. Its shape, its leather padding, its curves… and the leather straps attached to it, for binding the limbs of the thing’s occupant. It seemed terribly old, thoroughly worn, the wood polished smooth by centuries of use. Norse knot work covered every surface. My stomach clenched with nervous anticipation as I pictured myself straddling its top, helpless to keep the image from filling my mind’s eye.