Nordic Lessons (19 page)

The oversized white plates are set down before us and she looks the dish over. Her eyes lift to mine and she asks, “Should I bother asking?”

“It’s reindeer. Quite common in the northern areas.” I nod. “Give it a try. If it’s not for you, we’ll get you something else. Not a problem.”

“It smells divine.”

“Taste it, before it goes cold.”

I cut into mine and take a bite.
Fucking fantastic.
I watch her chew. “Well?”

“It’s very flavorful, almost like a fine steak. It’s delicious.”

“Here, let me pour you another glass.” I fill her nearly empty flute as we continue to enjoy each other’s company. “So, tell me about your brother. What’s his name?”

She sets down her fork and touches the linen napkin to her lips. “Alexander. Well, I suppose you could say we’re exact opposites, really. He’s incredibly conservative, Cambridge-educated and all that. He’s three years older. We get on fairly well, although I suppose after the accident things have become tenser between us. You see, he seems to have committed himself to running every aspect of my life. Maybe he feels he has to replace our father in some way.”

My brows draw together and I say quietly, “Accident? You lost your parents?”

She looks out the window for a long moment before turning back to me. “Yes. It’s obviously not an easy subject to discuss, but about five years ago they were in South America, Belize, doing charity work for a London-based foundation. Anyhow, they had hired a car and were en route from one tiny town to another.” I watch her stop and breathe deeply, trying to keep it together. She drinks deeply from her flute before continuing, “So sorry. It had been raining steadily for days, we were told. The road they were on was high and narrow; it hugged the side of a mountain. With no warning, the mudslide washed their car down into the ravine below. They were, oh God, Mikkel, they were buried.”

I hold tightly to her hand as bites her bottom lip, trying hard to not lose it.

After a moment she says, “Sorry about that. I rarely speak of it. I suppose it’s just so raw. I think of them often though. Sometimes, when I paint, my work starts to reflect my loss. The very worst part is the abruptness of it all, not having any closure. You wish you had done more, spent more time together, expressed more affection. That’s what eats away at me.”

“Jesus Christ, that’s horrible. Fucking amazing you keep it together so well, babe. Proud of you.”

“Thank you, Mikkel. Please, let’s enjoy our evening. We can talk about all this another time, all right? For now I want to be in the moment with you.”

“Just so you know, Elora, I’m a good listener. I’m impressed that you shared this. I want you to talk to me, especially if you’re upset or sad. Understand?”

“Yes, I appreciate that. The time we’ve shared has made me feel so happy, so loved. Although, I have to admit, you are quite a distraction! I must learn to manage my time better or I’ll never have the pieces completed that I need for the gallery.”

“Mmm, sweetheart, I can think of a million ways to motivate you.” I give her a devious stare.

“Can you now?”

“You better believe it. And you can be damn certain it’s gonna be on right after dinner, Elora.”

“Is that a promise?” Her eyes glitter with desire.

My cock throbs. “Damn straight,
min
skjønne.
Now eat up, baby, you’re gonna need every ounce of your energy.”

After hauling ass though the pounding snow, we’re back in our spacious room. She’s both excited and nervous. She’s bound to be feeling good, having downed three glasses of White Star. I cross my arms in front of my chest and stand still, tracking her sensual movements as she cautiously backs away over toward the gas fireplace in the far corner. The light cast from the fire makes it seem as if her hair is in flames. Fucking stunning. I’m not waiting a moment longer.

“I hope you remember that you’re still in for it for mouthing off earlier in the sauna. Am I wrong?”

She blushes deeply and begins to break my intent stare but catches herself at the last second. “No, no Master, you’re not wrong.”

Good, she knows how I like to be addressed when we play. The sexual tension vibrating between us is so dense it seems close to tangible. “Lose everything but your panties.”

I watch her race to obey, which makes my already solid dick swell and throb. When she’s almost naked, I watch her closely. She’s trying to anticipate what’s to come, nervously running a hand through her hair.

Quietly I tell her, “Do you know what made it through baggage check in Oslo, little sub?”

I watch her blink in confusion and shake her head, “No, what’s that, Master?”

“Master’s all-leather flogger.”

Her eyes widen as her breath hitches. “It did?”

“
Oh yeah
. It did,
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skjønne
. The guy who searched my bag gave me a ‘Fucking lucky bastard’ grin as well. Are you excited to feel the sting of Master’s flogger on your sweet little ass, Elora?”

Her chest rises and falls as she says, “I am, Master.”

Without realizing it, I watch her shift from foot to foot. The sex talk has gotten her going.
Not just yet, Elora, not just yet ….

Methodically, I begin to take off all my clothing, beginning with my parka, followed by my boots, black Dale of Norway sweater, and jeans, only stopping when I’m in my boxer briefs. She stares down at my pulsing erection, straining hard against the cotton. I watch her swallow hard.
Oh yeah, look your fill, because this is gonna be buried deep within you tonight, little sub.

“Please go to my bag and bring me the flogger and the bottle of lube, baby.”

She crosses the room and returns with my white, braided-handle flogger and the lube. She hands them to me and waits. I run a slow finger down the curve of her silky neck, trailing along her bare chest and stopping at the sheer band of her black panties. Tracing a lone finger back and forth across the top of the seam, I murmur, “I like these. A lot. I look forward to buying you wicked lingerie,
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. Would you like that?”

Her mouth is open slightly, and she is breathing in rapid little pants as she says, “I would, Master. I love wearing sexy things, only for you.”

“That’s good, little one. Now, I want you to crawl up on that bed, lower down onto all fours and embrace the punishment as I give it to you. Make me proud.”

“Yes, Master.” She whirls and moves quickly toward the high bed. I take in the thin strip of sheer fabric that disappears between her rounded ass cheeks. It’s a good thing that she’s nice and relaxed from the alcohol because it will be a challenge to take her ass tonight with anything approaching gentleness. No, I want to ram my cock so far into her that she cums from the first brutal stroke. As much as the dark thought ramps me up to near explosive levels, I know that I have to break her in nice and easy. Ass play is my absolute favorite, and the last thing I want is for her to be frightened or even worse, in pain.

I step in close, liking the fact that the bed puts her at just the right angle for thrusting.
Shit, yeah. I want it so fucking badly that I’m salivating for her.

With slow strokes I run my left palm in soothing sweeps across her back. “Spread your legs out wider, please.” She works them out against the fluffy comforter as I praise her, “Good, that’s a good girl. Now I’m going to lay into that ass for twenty strokes with my flogger. You’re going to hold still and take the swats gracefully. Remember to use your safe word if you need to, baby. All right, here we go.”

I take a step away, pull the flogger high up over my right shoulder. As I bring it down, it cuts through the air with a distinctly crisp sound, just before the long strips connect with force against her perfect ass.

She cries out in surprise as her skin blooms in red lines from the hard strike. It’s a gorgeous contrast with the black color of her thong. I maintain a steady rhythm of down and up movements that cover her ass and both thighs with beautiful precision. She’s turned back to watch me, letting out sharp cries of pain when the flogger connects, but she’s taking it obediently.

After the final lash connects hard with her now apple-red ass I drop the flogger to the floor and step closer, pulling her thong down and off of her trembling legs. I toss it onto the floor and watch the beads of sweat that have broken out on her back. Covering her with my heat, I speak softly against her ear. “All done, Elora. You were so brave, baby. Master is so impressed with how you behaved. Would you like your reward? Would you like me to make you cum so hard that you can’t do anything but take it?”

I reach around to fondle one of her hanging breasts.

A low groan emerges from her throat, followed by, “Oh god, Master, yes, yes, please make me come, please!”

“Good girl. Keep behaving and you’ll get
exactly
what you need.”

I push away and drop down to my knees. Using my palms I spread her cheeks out and get busy working her on my tongue. I give a measured lick from the top of her creaming seam back over her pink little hole. I need her right on the verge before I enter her. The pleasure from her orgasm must outweigh the pain of my entry.

She’s wiggling around, desperate for my mouth on her. I slide my tongue deep inside her pussy and she gasps above me. I work it in and out in slow, even thrusts before pulling away to give attention to her little asshole. I rim the edge very slowly before going lower to lap away at her clit, and she starts up a steady stream of desperate whimpers.

“Shhh, baby, Master’s gonna give it all to you. Just a little longer, Elora. You’re behaving so well for me. I’m so pleased with my sub.”

The wait is crushing me. I’ve got to have her
. I stand and work my boxer briefs down and off my legs. Reaching for the lube, I liberally coat my rigid cock, working it with long, twisting pulls. When it’s fully slicked up, I add some additional wetness to my index and middle fingers before tossing the bottle over to a leather chair and stepping in between her legs.

“Okay, Elora, I’m going to play with you for a little bit with my fingers. Then, when I feel you’re ready for me, I’m gonna take your fine ass. All right, my love?”

“Oh yes, Master. I want you to take me. I’m so ready … I-I need you badly.”

“I know sweetheart, I know.”

My left hand snakes around and I brush across her sensitive clit. She jumps at the sensation, and I growl out a warning, “Stay still, girl. Remember to behave.”

Her little fists open and close before her, clearly wrestling for internal control.

I slowly work both my slicked up fingers into her back passage. I keep praising her, “Good girl, breathe deep and push out. Let me pump in and out of your ass. It feels so good, doesn’t it, baby?”

I roll her clit a few more times with my free hand as she lets out a strangled moan followed by, “Oh God, so good, Master!”

My blood is on fire for her. I can’t wait.

I work her with my fingers a few more times before pulling out, only to immediately replace them with the engorged head of my cock. “I’m going to grip your hips and start to push in, Elora. It’s gonna sting, but I want you to breathe through it and push out. I’ll go slow. Once I’m in, it’ll feel amazing, baby, I promise. I want you to go ahead and reach between your legs and rub that little clit, baby. Work it hard until you explode around me. You have my permission to come.”

A soft cry erupts, “All right, Master.”

Gripping her hips tightly, I push forward, working the head back and forth, trying to get her to let me in. After several attempts I breach her as the head pops into her magnificent ass. She cries out in shock and I rub her lower back in circles, “Shhh, I’m in,
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. Make me proud, work that clit, come hard for me now, little one.”

My voice seems to spur her on. Her cries swiftly turn into guttural groans as I begin to thrust into her perfect, reddened ass. My eyes slide shut for a second. The unaccustomed tightness almost unnerves me. Suddenly, I feel her tense up beneath me.
She’s about to let go ….

Just as I start to feel the first pulses of her orgasm begin to roll through her, I lock down onto her hips and push, gliding my dick in with barely controlled restraint. The heat and tightness are shocking. The feel of her cunt contracting, making everything tighter, causes me to lose it. I pull back, and after two deep, animalistic strokes, I shatter inside her. My roar of release fills the room, blending perfectly with her passionate cries. My legs begin to shake from the force of the fierce orgasm.

When my eyes can finally focus, I see her lying limp and sweaty on the bed beneath me.

My voice comes out in a barely audible rasp, “Hold tight for a second, baby, I’ll take care of you.”

I pull out as gently as possible and grab a damp towel from the bathroom. I lay her down on her side and clean gently between her legs. Lying down next to her, I prop myself up on an elbow and kiss her damp shoulder. “You were perfect for me, Elora. You’re gonna be sore tomorrow, but I’m so very proud of the way you took me tonight. I know it wasn’t easy for you.
Jeg elsker deg
.”
I love you.