Page 83 of The Outcast
“Then count me in.”
Linea laughed and glanced over to Sparrow and me. “That’s good to know, in case we ever lust for a foursome.”
Shiva looked disappointed when she let go of his hands and pulled back in her seat. “Thank you, Shiva. You have a delightful attitude and a playful mind. You’ll enjoy flirting and as far as I can tell you pose no danger.”
Shiva bowed his head to her. “Thank you. After seeing what happened to Keith, I wouldn’t even think of getting possessive.”
“Some would say that he deserved what he got, what do you think?” Linea’s question sounded like it too was a test.
“I agree, but I heard Aubri cut off his dick and that part freaked me out.”
It was clear that rumors had morphed the story, but I didn’t correct the misunderstanding. I wanted all Nmen to be freaked out and never kidnap a woman again.
After Shiva came Franklin, Christopher, Bianca, Allan, and Beowulf. With all of them, Linea encouraged forthcomingness with her sweet sensuality. It wasn’t until Linea reached Bjorn that she raised concerns. She asked more questions than with the others and he started sweating profusely.
“Bjorn, be honest, did you ever think about hurting a woman?”
“No.”
She tilted her head. “Bjorn?”
There was silence and then she continued, “How come you’re looking away? What’s bothering you about that question?”
“I would never hurt a woman.”
“But I’m sensing that you thought about it, didn’t you?”
His expression was pained when he repeated, “I swear that I would never hurt a woman.”
“Hmm… okay. So what were your thoughts about? Were they erotic fantasies?”
He moved in his seat and lowered his voice, still averting her direct gaze. “Maybe.”
Reaching out, Linea turned his head, cupped his face, and made him meet her eyes. “Bjorn, you can tell me. Did you ever hurt a female?”
When his lips disappeared in a flat line, Linea’s eyes widened. “You did!”
“No. Not a real female. Just a sex-bot,” he pushed out in a low defensive hiss.
For a long moment, Linea said nothing. She just sat there completely zoomed in on him. “You are dominant and controlling by nature, Bjorn, but are you dangerous to women?”
“No.” There was a pleading undertone.
“Your answer is sincere so let me ask you this instead, imagine that one of the women you’ve had sex with rejects you. Will you move on or hold on?”
He moved in his seat as if the chair was too hot to sit still. “Here in the Northlands, women expect us to fight for them, but in Old Europe it’s the name of the game, so I would move on.”
Linea looked like someone listening for a hidden message, deep in thought and slightly squinting her eyes. “Excuse me for a moment,” she told Bjorn and looked to me. “Banni, would you join us for a moment, please?”
“Of course.” I walked over and sat down next to Bjorn.
“Banni, tell us about Old Europe. Do you have women who enjoy being dominated?”
“Of course.”
“I don’t mean women who enjoy loving spankings. We’re talking real pain here. Do you have women who enjoy hard domination that involves pain?”
“Yes,” I said with confidence. “It’s not my thing, but I’ve met plenty of women who were into that sort of thing and there are clubs with like-minded people.”
