Ragnar & the Slave Girls (Ragnar the Dane) Read Online Free PDF

and she moaned, tortured.
    But then nothing. She reached out but couldn’t touch him. She was just about to speak when something wet trickled on her breasts, running down between them and under her back.
    “ What’s that?”
    No answer. Just the wetness pouring up her neck and into her mouth. Wine. She tasted its familiar strength and ripeness; she drank so much of it every time she met him. They both drank it, so much better than the boring ale served in the village.
    Then his body weight crushed her, his warm naked skin damp against hers, his erect cock hard at her thigh. She gasped, pressing herself against him, trying to move and draw him inside, but he resisted and kept pushing at her thigh, so tantalisingly close to where she wanted him.
    After a few minutes of this, something cold and smooth slid inside her and she jumped.
    “ What’s that? It’s not you, is it?”
    “ It’s my knife handle.”
    She gasped and wriggled.
    “ If you move too much, the blade will go in too and cut you.”
    She froze, breathing hard and concentrating on the smoothness, pushing in and out. The edge of danger. She didn’t dare move, or touch him, just in case the blade caught her, but what if she did? Holding her breath, she waited to see what would happen.
    He slid the knife handle out of her with a squelch, and they both drew ragged breaths.
    “ Fuck me, please,” she gasped.
    “ No.”
    She hit out, catching him on the head and he chuckled. She ripped off the blindfold and glared at him as he lay next to her, one hand on his cock. The light of the candles irritated her eyes after they’d been in darkness for so long.
    “ Do something to me then,” he whispered, “if you’re so angry.”
    “ I will.” She pushed him onto his back and tied his hands together above his head with the blindfold. She pulled it tight but he just made a mocking face at her.
    Grabbing one of the candles, she held it over his chest. The flame burnt into the wax immediately, and it spilled out, falling onto his chest hair and he twitched.
    “ Candle wax cools very quickly,” he observed, “if you were trying to hurt me.”
    She held the candle lower and lower over his chest, until the flame caught his skin.
    “ Ow!”
    She grabbed his cock and pushed it inside her, making him grunt with surprise.
    “ What we’re going to do is roll over and you can fuck me.” Her words came out in a rush, then she moved up and down on him.
    “ What if I don’t agree?” he taunted.
    “ Then I’ll set fire to your hair.” She moved the candle over his chest. “This bit maybe, or this bit?”
    “ Go on, then.”
    She tried to carry out her threat, but the hair wouldn’t catch.
    “ You can’t do it. You’re too scared.”
    She waved the candle back and forth in front of his eyes, wondering if she could hypnotise him, then pushed up and down against his cock, faster and faster until he couldn’t help himself groaning.
    “ Changed your mind?”
    “ Yes - oh - alright.”
    She blew out a candle, leaving just one burning, and climbed off him, rolling underneath.
    “ Can you do it with your hands tied?”
    “ Yes.”
    He pushed inside her and started thrusting, propping himself up on his elbows, breathing harder. The new experience of him on top excited her and she clawed at his back, tangling her fingers in his hair. He had more hair than any other man she’d seen bathing.
    He thrust faster and faster, harder and harder, he seemed bigger on top than when beneath. Knocking her breath out, pushing her to the edge of pain, he covered her, his gasps becoming growls as he continued.
    Fear pricked at her, but arousal took over, her own groans becoming louder and louder. After a particularly hard thrust, he gave a growl and she opened her legs wider, putting them up around his back and clasping him to her. She didn’t want him to stop as his gasp-growls rose in tone, then as he came he howled, making her shiver in a mixture of fear and excitement.
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