Page 41 of Master Heimdall

“Yes, Sir, you promised I’d receive a spanking.”

“That’s better. By the time I’m done, you’ll be repentant for your hasty actions, won’t you, my Amora.” I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist and wasn’t disappointed when she asked.

“Who is Amora, Sir?”

I brought the belt across her flesh and enjoyed the pink stripe that lined up perfectly above the last one. “Amora the enchantress was the lover of Heimdall in Norse mythology. As I am Heimdall, and I’m certainly enchanted, that makes you my Amora.”

I brought the belt down again, this time, on her sit spot.

“Yeouch! Yes, Master Heimdall.”

I swung the belt down five more times across the backs of her thighs and then dropped it. Despite her tears, she was slick for me. “You enjoyed your spanking, Amora?”

“Yes, Master.”

I loved seeing her blush, it was a rare occasion as most things didn’t embarrass my girl. No, she was a total warrior and I wanted her to remain that way. But I also wanted her safe, no matter what. Now that I’d opened the last restriction of my heart to fully love, I never wanted it shut.

I sat on the bed beside her and tugged her over my lap, leaving her slick pussy at my knee with both legs hanging to either side of my thigh. Across from me was a mirror, giving me a fantastic view of her puffy pussy lips and her striped ass. What a lovely sight she made.

I spanked her with my hand. Steady repeated strokes covering both cheeks. Her warmed bottom turned hot and her puffy slick lips ground against my knee in search of relief.

I stopped spanking her and dipped my finger into her slickness and drew it up to her tight button between her red cheeks. I slid my slick finger inside her tight ass until I’d passed the tight ring of muscle.

“Ohh. More please,” she begged as she ground her wet pussy against my knee.

I wanted her to see how she looked as I took her back hole for the first time. I lifted her off me and turned her sideways.

“Look, Amora, at how beautiful you are when you are needy.”

She gazed at herself in the mirror and clearly liked what she saw. Her breasts hung and gently swung like ripened fruit. You could see her striped backside where the belt had curved around to the side of a cheek, which only added to her beauty. Her face was flushed and her parted lips added to the enticing vision she made. She watched in the mirror as I knelt on the bed in front of her.

“Suck your Master’s cock, Amora.”

She looked at the reflection in the mirror and licked her lips, before turning her head to face my bobbing member.

“You’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you, Amora?”

She moaned and took the tip of my cock between her puckered lips, but she didn’t play with the tip or warm herself up to the idea of taking my length in her mouth. Instead, she impaled her throat on my cock in one swift move. I moaned and enjoyed watching her deep throating me.

“Keep your eyes on our image in the mirror, Rose.” She averted her gaze, her ass arched and she moaned at the sight we made. That moan reverberated around and through my cock, putting me in danger of blowing my load too soon down her velvety throat.

I pulled out and stalked over to the walk in, coming back with a tube of lube. Her eyes widened when she saw what I held. Removing the cap, I squirted the slick liquid into my hand and rubbed it along my shaft.

Rose appeared mesmerized when watching me as I stroked my cock with my hand. When I was done, I squirted and massaged the slick liquid into her tight hole, scissoring my fingers to get her ready for my cock.

“Eyes on the mirror, Amora, and watch as your Master takes your ass.” I wasn’t gentle with her, and in two thrusts of my hips, buried my cock deep inside her tight canal. Sweat and goosebumps broke out over her already glistening flesh.

“This is mine.” I pulled back and thrust inside of her. Rose gripped the blanket in her fists and hung her head, eyes still on the mirror, as I’d ordered. I took her without mercy, letting her know that it wasn't about her pleasure, but mine. When I pressed in deep and circled my pelvis against her punished flesh, she sobbed.

I gripped her breasts in my hands and squeezed. “Do you want to come, my love?”

“Yes. Please,” she cried and ground against my pelvis.

I pulled out and slammed back in, twisting both her nipples. Her body spasmed out of control.

“Gabriel!”

I held on tightly to her tortured peaks while she chased her orgasm.

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