Page 36 of Her Viking Master

Mary

Hesitantly, I began to pedal. The movement caused the saddle to shift against my pussy, sending little sparks of pleasure through my core. I bit my lip, trying to focus on maintaining a steady rhythm as I pedaled, but the sensations from the saddle were impossible to ignore. Each rotation sent little sparks of pleasure through my body, making my breath hitch in my throat.

I glanced at the display. I felt a weird mixture of pride and embarrassment as my arousal level went from7to8.

Suddenly, movement at the edge of the room caught my eye. My heart leapt into my throat as I saw Sven enter, his powerful presence commanding attention even from across the chamber. Erik was close behind him, and then Lars and Henrik filed in as well. Finally, Jens and Aksel joined the group.

The Sons of Odin had come to watch our trial. Each man was naked save for a linen loincloth that did little to hide their masculine power.

I felt my face flame with embarrassment. Sven’s intense blue gaze swept over us, lingering on me for a moment that made my pussy throb against the saddle. I pedaled faster, desperate to please him, to show him how well I could follow instructions.

“Remember, girls,”MorAstrid’s voice cut through my thoughts, “bring yourselves to the edge, but do not come without permission.”

I nodded frantically, biting my lip as I focused on the sensations building within me. The knob on the saddle rubbed against my clit with each rotation, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I could feel myself getting wetter, my arousal coating the seat as I rode.

To my left, I heard Yvette let out a strangled moan, and a buzzer sounded from her bike. Before I could turn to look, the sharp crack ofMorAstrid’s strap filled the air, followed by Yvette’s yelp of pain.

“Foolish girl,”MorAstrid scolded. “Did I not warn you about coming without permission?”

I watched in horror asMorAstrid brought the strap down again and again on Yvette’s exposed backside. Yvette sobbed, her body shaking as she tried to keep pedaling through the punishment.

“Let this be a lesson to all of you,”MorAstrid announced. “Control is paramount. You must learn to ride the edge of pleasure without toppling over.”

I swallowed hard, redoubling my efforts to maintain a hold on my body’s reactions. The display in front of me showed my arousal rise to nine, teetering on the brink of ten. I slowed my pedaling slightly, trying to keep myself just below the peak.

“Mary,”MorAstrid’s voice made me jump. “You’re only at level eight. That’s not good enough.”

I looked down at my display in confusion. How could that be? I felt so close to the edge already. But the older woman had spoken the truth: the number had fallen. I whimpered in frustration.

“Stop pedaling,”MorAstrid commanded.

I obeyed immediately, my legs trembling as I held them still.MorAstrid approached, her strap dangling ominously from her hand.

“Touch yourself,” she instructed. “Show yourHerrahow eager you are to please him.”

I felt my face burn with shame as I reached down between my legs, my fingers finding my sensitive inner lips already soaking wet with my need for my master. The eyes of all the Sons of Odin were on me, but none burned more intensely than Sven’s icy blue gaze. I began to stroke myself, my fingers circling my clit as I had done so many times in private. But this was different—I felt exposed, observed, judged.

Suddenly, I felt the sharp sting ofMorAstrid’s strap across my upper back. I gasped, my hand faltering in its movements.

“Don’t stop,”MorAstrid commanded. “Let the pain fuel your arousal.”

Another lash fell, this time across my shoulders. To my shock and embarrassment, I felt my arousal spike. The display jumped from eight to nine, then quickly to ten. My breath came in short pants as I teetered on the edge of orgasm.

“That’s it,”MorAstrid murmured. “Feel how the pain and pleasure intertwine.”

The strap fell again, a glancing blow across my breast. I cried out, my fingers working frantically between my legs. I was so close, balanced on a knife’s edge of ecstasy.

“Stop!”MorAstrid’s voice cracked like a whip. “Hands on the handlebars. Start pedaling again.”

I obeyed instantly, gripping the handlebars with trembling hands. As I began to pedal, I found that the rhythmic motion helped me maintain my arousal without tipping over into orgasm. The display fluctuated between nine and ten as I rode, my body quivering with need, but unable to find release.

To my right, Camille gave a sobbing cry. The buzzer on her bike sounded, andMorAstrid was there in an instant, her strap whistling through the air.

“Naughty whore,” she scolded as Camille cried out in pain. “You think yourself so rebellious, but you only show your filthy lust.”

I kept my eyes fixed on my own display, desperately trying to maintain control as the sounds of Camille’s punishment filled the air, trying to will away the little surges of helpless arousal I felt at my friend’s agony. The sharp cracks of the strap and Camille’s muffled sobs seemed to go on forever.

Finally, after what felt like hours but could only have been a few minutes,MorAstrid’s voice rang out. “Enough. Stop pedaling, all of you.”

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