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Giric bent low and hoisted her over his shoulder, entered his chamber, and kicked the door closed. He loved the way she pounded on his back and was quite certain she would never give him the chance to catch her by surprise again.
He dropped her onto the bed and laughed as she immediately barrelled into his guts and landed him on his arse, with her on top. She pinned both hands above his head. Christ’s teeth he’d yield to her any day of the week if she would sit atop him like this with her golden tresses surrounding them both and her breasts begging for his touch. The glint in her eye told him she liked this game.
“Do you submit?”
“Aye, I am yours in any way you want me.” As he spoke the words, he pulled out of her grasp, grabbed her waist and flipped her, pinning her with his body.
“You will do as I say,” she said with a grin.
“Anything you desire,” he said and brushed a kiss along the base of her neck. Her scent of lavender and wildflowers enveloped him.
Her breath came in shallow pants and he kissed her neck, her ear, and nipped her flesh with his teeth.
“I want to explore you.”
“Aye, you may do anything you like to me,” he said as he pulled her gown low to reveal one taut nipple. He sucked hard until it was firm and her body arched.
“I cannot do anything while you inflict your torture.”
With one last, light nip, Giric stood and pulled her to her feet. She scrambled to the bed and sat on the edge.
He turned to face her and waited. Giving up all control was not something he’d ever done before, but the reward would be worth it.
“Remove your belt.”
Giric brushed his hands over the knot and pulled the leather strap slowly upward. Once it was loose he slipped it from his waist and approached her. He slid the material across her breasts and her bottom lip. She gasped, her eyes locked with his. This would be fun.
Offering her the belt, he stepped back and waited for her instruction.
Smiling, she said, “I see you are obedient and that will earn you rewards. You may request that I remove one piece of clothing.”
“Well then it seems only fitting that you give me your girdle.”
Saga kneeled up on the bed and unbuckled the gold clasp. It clinked against itself as she removed it and tucked one edge into the neckline of her gown. She stuck out her chest in offering.
Giric stepped toward her and brushed the back of his fingers from her neck down to the tops of her breasts. He tugged the girdle from her gown and kissed the place where metal had met flesh. He stepped back again.
“Now your tunic,” she said.
Ignoring that it was covered by his breastplate, Giric tugged the garment upward, removed the breastplate letting it fall to the floor and slipped the tunic over his head. Once done he tossed it at her. Not surprisingly, she caught it. Her eyes travelled the length of him. Standing in only his boots he watched as her eyes swept across his chest, down his torso, before resting on his growing cock. The more her gaze lingered there, the harder he became.
“Am I being obedient?” he asked in a raspy voice.
Her eyes locked again with his. “You are.”
“May I have your gown, please?”
Grinning, she pulled it from under her knees and then lifted her arms so he could untie her bodice. Giric took his time as he untied the leather straps under her arms. Once they were loose again he waited for instruction. But she had started stroking his chest and his need was growing. Grabbing fistfuls of her gown, he pulled it upward. She lifted her arms and allowed him to pull it over her head and dropped it to the floor.
The only garment remaining was her shift and he wanted her out of it. Now.
“I’ll trade you my boots for your shift.”
“I will accept that bargain,” she said, “but I want you to remove them slowly.”
Giric stepped back and looked around the chamber, and located a chair. He pulled it over to the bed and sat. Saga scooted to the edge of the bed again and watched as he hooked his fingers into each bootlace and tugged them free. He lifted his leg and offered his foot to her. She pulled them off quickly and straddled him on the chair.
