Page 31 of Master Heimdall

We both laughed at that. I poured us more wine. “To Mari,” I toasted.

“To Mari,” she repeated, tapping her glass against mine.

“Your turn. Let’s hear about your tribe.”

Rose swirled her wine, looking thoughtful.

“I don’t have a tribe, not in the way you do. I have associates and acquaintances from all around the globe. My world was contrived of people and places and accomplishments. As a kid, we were always moving, my father being in the military and my mother dying when I was young, but I’m sure you knew that already.”

I nodded my head.

“My father taught me to lean on myself and have a work ethic. Being a dependable person is what moved me through the ranks pretty quickly. No request ever seemed too outrageous for me to attain.”

She gave me a lot in that simple statement. No one close enough to matter beyond Mari. A world that had shown her both the dignified the disgraceful side of people. She was so unbound by the reservations that those who have never traveled often suffered from. There was a big wide world out there and Rose knew it. Saw and experienced it. In that, she was refreshing.

“You don’t say. What was the most shocking request you received? Clearly it wasn’t where to purchase a cock cage.”

Rose giggled. “No. That was relatively clean. When I was working in Germany, one of our guests, a certain ambassador, was in need of a surgeon after a session of gerbiling. Luckily, I had a hard-earned list of available medical staff who catered to these types of things and I was able to handle things quickly and quietly.”

“He must have been grateful.”

“You’d think. But the next morning he did everything to avoid eye contact with me. He never even said thank you. Spending years in Europe helped me discover what type of people I liked and my kink, of course.”

“Oh? And how did that come about exactly?”

“I took a stroll on a beautiful day during a break. It was summer, and at that point, I’d spent twelve hour days inside watching others live their lives. I had to get out and smell the sweet air. There was a park close to the hotel that I headed for. There were many lovers holding hands, kissing and even having public sex and that grabbed my attention. Here, and in Canada, people seem to think expressing their intense desire for another in public is a bad thing, but over there it is normal. Anyway, this couple was under a blanket so I couldn’t see, but I could hear. I imagined them without the blanket and then it hit me. Public displays got me super hot.”

Time to show this foreign bird just how dirty things could get between us. Standing, I tugged her to her feet and against my chest. Her eyes held a question that I answered when my lips descended on her earlobe.

I nipped the soft flesh and ran my tongue along her carotid artery. Rose groaned, dropping her head back to give me greater access to her neck. Sucking on the tender flesh, I left my marks on her throat. “Are you a naughty girl, Rose?”

“Yes,” she said with a sigh, “very naughty, I need to be taught a lesson.”

I gripped her lobe between my teeth once more and clamped down, causing her to freeze. I released and sucked on the spot I’d bitten until her moans turned into needy cries. I tugged her dress over her hips, happy to see she wore no panties.

“What is this? So wet for me already.” A sudden need to see her naked had me removing her dress and tossing it onto the chair. She wore no bra, this woman came prepared. I wanted her to feel the thrill of being caught naked and pleasured.

Taking her by the hand, I led her to the edge of the deck. “Put your foot on the railing, Rose.” Behind her, I ran my hands down her front, massaging and squeezing her fine breasts. She lay her head back against my chest allowing me full access to her body. Rose ground her ass against my hard cock.

Her nipples were ripe for plucking and I twisted them between my fingers.

“Mmm. Yesss,” she hissed.

“Open your eyes, Rose.” She blinked them open. “The world is watching your nipples get tortured. Show them how much you’re enjoying it, my dirty girl.”

Rose moaned and spread her legs. Reaching back, she tucked her hands behind my neck, her breasts lifting beautifully. I ran a hand down her belly, gently swiping across her slick folds.

“Oh, please,” she begged.

“Please what, Rose? Do you want me to make your body sing, and allow you to soar?” I clamped down on the shell of her ear while my fingers skated over her swollen nub. She writhed against me, making my cock painfully hard.

I dipped in a finger and slowly fucked her with it. “Is this what you want? To have your sexy pussy filled?” I slowly fucked her with my finger, not giving her enough to set her free, but just enough to drive her madly toward the edge.

I swirled that same finger around her nub until I felt her tighten.

“No coming until I say.”

She knew this game and responded as I expected. “Yes, Master Heimdall.”

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