“Pretty little Freja likes to be scared,” he croons, and the satisfied sound is mirrored in Ulf’s expression. Ulf can’t even feel me, yet somehow, he knows exactly how I’m reacting. The realization only draws me deeper into the spell. Deeper into their control.
Asbjörn toys at my opening, sparking desire in my nerves and lighting fire to my core. I can’t control anything as the pleasure rises through my body and goes to my brain. I start moaning—long, free sounds that mingle with the drums and the chanting vocals from outside. I drop my head back against Asbjörn’s chest, keeping my eyes on Ulf, who drags his thumb across his lips in a motion that makes me crave his kiss.
But I can’t have it. I can only have what these two men want to give me. I think that is an orgasm when Asbjörn drives me closer to the peak. He inserts one finger, then drags it over my sensitive nub, then two fingers slip inside. I buck and cry out from the intensity of it. I’m so close. Just a little more.
I barely comprehend the meaning when Ulf makes a slow shake of his head. It’s only when Asbjörn pulls out and steps back with a suddenness that leaves me reeling that I understand.No orgasm.At least not yet, because I have a feeling that they’re far from done with me.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I gasp as Asbjörn moves about behind me. I want to turn my head and look, but I don’t dare to release Ulf’s gaze. As if sensing my urge to look away, he lifts his chin in a quiet warning, and it works better than any sharp command. Because his will is already embedded deep inside me. So deep that obedience has become my sole purpose. It’s that inexplicable sensation whenever he’s watched me and I’vewanted to drop to my knees, now manifested, growing roots inside me.
“Getting this little thing,” Asbjörn says in a low hum when he steps up to me again and holds a small but very significant object in front of my face.
Staring at a small steel butt plug, I shake my head. But Ulf slowly nods, crossing his arms over his chest and lifting his brows with an unmistakable demand.
I keep shaking my head, panting hard as mortification overcomes me. Because I know there’s no way I can stop this. Technically, I could use my safeword, but Ican’t. I’m not in control. I don’twantto be in control. I want to sink deeper. So deep that I don’t know who I am anymore—only a vessel for his will.
The floaty dizziness deepens as I soften my weight into the bonds. For a moment, my sight blurs. It’s almost too much. A slow wave of nausea rolls through me, but it’s quickly gone again. Only the floaty dizziness remains—the sensations. The steady beat of the music, the buzzing hum at my core, and the terrifying anticipation as Asbjörn drags a cold, wet finger between my ass cheeks.
He takes his time smearing lube around my opening, pushing the tip of his finger just inside, and circling slowly. A whole new bunch of nerves flare alive, making me lean further into the chains. Mortification flushes hot across my skin. Once again, I want to hide. But I can’t. And as I keep watching Ulf, the last remnants of my will float away. I descend into complete, utter submission.
It scares me to the core, giving in and giving up myself like this, yet it’s the highest thrill I’ve ever experienced—the deepest trance and the biggest freedom. There’s no thought, no consideration. Just floating in the steady current of their command.
Asbjörn presses the plug against my tight opening, and I cry out as pleasure crackles through my nerves. My mouth falls open when he keeps pushing, widening my tight rim of muscle and sending bolts of electricity to my core. A moan sticks at the back of my throat. But it won’t break free. Because I’m stuck in the mind-numbing intensity—the pleasure, the exposure, and the heady dominance.
When the plug finally pops into place, the moan slips free with a startled gasp.
With the plug inserted, Asbjörn grabs me again, banding an arm tightly around my waist, slipping his other hand between my legs. I go absolutely wild when he starts stroking my clit, bucking and jerking as my moans morph into screams. My eyes fall shut, but Asbjörn demands my attention back on Ulf.
“Look at him,” he orders in a sharp tone that spurs my instant obedience.
I force my eyes open and stare at Ulf while pleasure rips through me, hot and wild. Ulf runs his tongue across his lower lip, and his entire stance seems to grow with dominance and desire. I can’t take it. My brain feels like it’s about to cave in—my body the same.
Asbjörn lifts his free hand to my mouth, but this time, he doesn’t hover. I only just manage a deep breath before he snaps my nose shut, sealing my airways with his huge hand.
I whimper wildly, my body twisting and straining as the overwhelming loss of control merges into the already spinning storm of desire and desperation.
Asbjörn slows his strokes on my clit, and I squeeze my eyes shut, groaning into his hand as I fall back from the edge—just slightly.
When I open my eyes again, Ulf is reaching behind him, grabbing a knife from the table. His eyes widen with an intensity that I think is a threat. Or maybe wild desire. Slowly anddemonstratively, he trails the blade over his palm. A sweet, but dangerous caress. My mind conjures images of that same blade caressing my skin. I tense up as if it’s already there, not daring to move a muscle.
Tilting his head, Ulf studies my reaction, and something wicked seems to gleam in his eyes as he narrows them.
Lifting the knife with two fingers, he balances the tip on the pad of his index finger.
My chest stutters with the need for air, and my eyes widen as I watch him twirl it around.He must be breaking the skin.
Would he break mine?
The thought drives me wild. I start writhing again as fear and desire flood my system. Suddenly, everything is pulsing—every little nerve is hissing and crackling, every muscle twitching and contracting. I’m strung so tight it’s painful. I press my pelvis into Asbjörn’s hand, needing more—needing less as my oxygen grows scarce. I writhe against his grip on my mouth, but it’s no use.
I won’t get to breathe until he wants me to.
Asbjörn sinks two fingers inside my pussy, and I cry out into his hand, using more of my dwindling oxygen. The sensation is startling. The wide fit of his fingers presses against the butt plug, and his palm rubs against my clit. Sensation sparks all over, shooting from every direction, until my core is thrumming louder than the drums outside.
But the need for air is fighting for attention. My eyes blur. The contraction in my lungs grows painful. I jerk wilder. He doesn’t release me.
Instinct kicks in as the need to breathe takes over everything. I tug at the chains, desperately trying to reach for his hand and pull it away. But I can’t do anything.
“Look at him, or you won’t breathe,” Asbjörn whispers.
