"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'tknow 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."
***
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 wrappedaround 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.
