“I’d like you to hurry is what I’d like.” She cupped his manhood as she pulled at the laces to his leather pants.
“Giving orders again. You do like to test me. I shall show you that the only one who gives orders is me. You may do as you like with the thralls. Order them about all day, but you shall do as I tell you. Touch yourself, Inga, once you strip. I would watch you as I undress. Then on your knees.”
Inga hurried to follow Einar’s commands, already feeling her body hum with excitement. She was certain she loved him. She did his bidding, loving how he brought her hours of exquisite pleasure but craving how he took command. He left her not needing to think or worry about how to make people obey her or respect her. She understood she did not have the power to make people like her; she had given up as a child when she realized that everyone would always revere her sister Signy while they overlooked her. With Einar, she was wanted and loved, and so she submitted to each of his orders, her mind and body hungering to submit to their depraved love play.
Inga slid her fingers into her sheath and panted, making sure to not make a sound that someone might hear beyond the door. She kneaded her breasts as she watched Einar strip off his boots then leather pants. She sank to the floor, her knees wide when she saw his cock spring free. It was long, with more girth than any other man she had been with. She was aware of the dew dampening the inside of her thigh. She arched back, presenting her breasts to him as he slid his cock between then. She bowed her head, lapping at the tip each time it pressed toward her lips.
“I hunger for your honey, Inga. Get on the bed.” Einar slapped her backside, making sure to graze her nether lips. He flicked his finger inside the swollen flesh. “Already so wet.”
Einar laid back on the bed as Inga positioned herself, so they both enjoyed the wonders of their mouths. Einar’s fingers bit into her flesh, his nails leaving crescent marks on her ample backside while Inga’s lips wrapped around his sword. Her hand stroked him as she suckled his rod. Einar closed his eyes as he inhaled her scent, the musky flavor filling his nostrils and making his cock twitch.
He had not intended to fall in love with Inga, only wanting her to become dependent on him, but he did indeed love her. They had talked in between their rounds of lovemaking, and he realized she was more intelligent than he assumed. She had a keen and conniving mind that he was glad was on his side. Once it was obvious that Ivar would not bed her, they had taken care for him not to spill his seed inside her. Rather, he found a sense of warmth and tenderness when he saw it spill across her skin. He wanted her to himself, even if he had to accept that he would never marry her. The dichotomy between her cunningness and submissiveness intrigued and beguiled him. But despite accepting that he loved Inga, it was Lena’s face that flashed before Einar’s eyes, and it was her name he had to swallow, each time he found his release.
It frustrated Einar that Inga’s position was doing nothing to further his goal to grow closer to Ivar, and thus Lena. He had tried to offer his help to protect Lena during the nights she was stuck outside, but it was Ivar who always went to her. He had offered to be a silent and discreet guard, but Lena and Ivar rejected it, telling him it was unnecessary. Even when his brother shut himself away with his bride for their honeymoon, they had not accepted Einar’s offer. His anger and bitterness found their outlet in Inga. The angrier he came to her, the greater their climaxes. She was a drug to him as much as Lena was. He was not sure that he could survive without either of them.
“Enough. It’s time for me to be inside you, my little love slave.”
The first time he had referred to her as such, Inga had lost her temper. It was the only time she ever rebelled, but Einar had been quick to subdue her, proving that she was, in fact, his slave since she did his exact bidding and her body gave her little choice.
Einar pressed her flat onto her belly and covered her with his body, his weight trapping her against the mattress as he slipped inside her. Their fingers entwined as he rocked against her. He kissed the exposed skin of her neck as he crooned nonsense in her ear.
“Einar, please,” Inga begged as his thrusts began to speed up. “Just this once.”
It was the same refrain Inga had uttered ever since Einar began pulling out before he climaxed. One hand came across her mouth, smothering anything else she might have said. He slid his hand to her throat, the fingers enclosing around her and squeezing. He halted his thrusts as her body trembled beneath him.
“Would you like to go without, my sweet? I shall fulfill my needs, but I can leave you longing.”
Inga tried to shake her head, but her neck and the weight on her back kept her from moving. “Then be a good girl. Can you do that for me?”
Inga relaxed and pushed her hips up once again offering herself. Einar shifted onto his knees and rammed into Inga as hard as he could. He hammered into her until she sobbed in silence, her need more than her mind could withstand. When her inner muscles spasm around him, he welcomed his own release as it creeped over him. He pinned her backside to his hips as his rod twitched over and over within her.
When their climax ebbed away, Einar pulled Inga into his embrace, arranging them on the bed then drawing the covers over them.
“You listened to me,” Inga’s hushed tones held awe as she gazed up at him, the reverence and submission clear for Einar to see.
“I did, my love. I am still determined that you shall carry my children. One day our son shall be a jarl.”
Inga’s eyes widened as tears seeped from the corners. She shook her head as she burrowed into Einar’s chest.
“I’ve sent my father missives almost every day. I have next to no guardsmen left to carry them anymore. And yet there is no sign that I shall leave here. Even if I do, who will I marry to grant you that wish. How will I see you?”
“That last concern is for me to worry about. I have heard that Hakin Hakinsson needs a bride. I could sail to Steinkjer often, with few people wondering where I have gone. I have proven I’m a good fisherman, and I like to sail alone. I may be young, but I have been going to sea to fish since I was barely more than a boy. I’d visit you there.”
“I have heard the man is half crazy with ambition. What if he discovered you, us?”
“With his ambition, do you think Hakin would admit that his wife cuckolds him? Do you think he would tolerate anyone knowing he can’t satisfy you and that you turn to another man? No, he will keep silent if he ever learned. He has too much pride. Even if he wanted to kill you for it, it would mean people would know. What woman would go to him after that? A wife killer who can’t fuck.”
“You seem so certain.”
“I am.”
“I wish I was able to ask Signy what future she sees for us.”
Einar squeezed the thigh draped over him and shook his head.
“She probably already knows, but as long as she says nothing against us, then we can’t ask. If she interferes, she won’t live long enough to tell us or anyone else anything.”
“You’d kill my own sister? No, Einar. No. That I can’t agree to. Promise you will never harm my brothers or sisters. For better or worse, they are my family. I do love them. I love Signy best of all. It’s not her fault she has a gift, and while everyone pays all their attention to her, she has taken care of me. I’m not a good sister, and I realize that, but she has still loved me. And for that, I love her.”
