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I had barely registered the furnishings on my last visit, but now I found that the room was surprisingly warm, with thick furs covering the floor and the bed, and a large wooden chair that looked both ancient and perfectly preserved. Norse carvings decorated every surface, and the air smelled of leather and pine smoke. He set me on my feet beside a thick cushion placed precisely in front of the chair.
“Kneel,” he said simply, gesturing to the cushion.
CHAPTER 12
Lorna
I sank to my knees on the padded leather, the position now feeling almost natural after everything myHerrahad done to train me. My skirt was still bunched around my waist, and I could feel how wet I was, how desperately my body craved release after what felt like a week of denial. The forced orgasms at the horrible meeting felt somehow like they didn’t count—as if they had made my need for a real master’s permission, along with his dominant hands and his hard cock, all the greater.
In front of me, Aksel settled into the wooden chair with that precise grace I’d come to recognize, his steel-gray eyes never leaving my face as he began to unfasten his belt.
“You’re going to tell me everything that happened at the Synergy Group meeting,” he said, his voice carrying that quiet authority that made my insides clench. “Every detail you can remember. And while you speak, you’ll use your mouth and hands to pleasure yourHerra.”
My eyes widened as he freed himself from his pants, his thick cock already hard and imposing. “But I… I don’t know if I can concentrate while…”
“You’ll find,” he said, tangling his fingers in my hair and guiding my face closer to his massive manhood, “that serving me properly will sharpen your focus. The submission opens pathways in your mind, just as it does when I fuck you. Now begin. Tell me about the meeting while you learn to worship yourHerra’stól.”
The idea seemed impossible—how could I possibly recount complex details while I did that? But Aksel’s hand was insistent in my hair, and I found myself leaning forward, my lips parting to take him into my mouth. The familiar taste of myHerra’stól, salt and musk and power, flooded my senses.
“Use your hand at the base,” he instructed calmly. “And your tongue along the underside. Good girl. Now tell me—what happened when you arrived?”
I pulled back just enough to speak, my hand continuing to stroke him. “Horakovsky was waiting in the same conference room where he’d disciplined Mila before.” My voice sounded strange to my own ears, husky and breathless. “Brenteuil was there too, with papers spread across the table.”
It was strange—very strange—but somehow the necessity of pleasing the rigid shaft that jutted arrogantly up from myHerra’s lap relaxed me… as if having that task of shameful adoration took my mind away from the anxiety that the memories of the meeting raised in my head and my heart. At the same time, as the images of the mortifying, lewd scene presented themselves to my inner sight, I felt myself responding with dismaying need between my thighs.
“Take me deeper,” Aksel commanded, pressing my head down. I relaxed my throat as he’d taught me before, accepting more of his length. “Continue.”
I bobbed my head, establishing a rhythm, and to my amazement, the odd feeling of relaxation continued, and even deepened. The physical act of serving him seemed to crystallize my memories. Details I hadn’t consciously registered came flooding back with startling clarity.
“Mmm,” I hummed around him, then pulled back to gasp out, “There were two other men by the door. Guards, but not ordinary ones. They had military bearing, Russian special forces maybe. One had a tattoo on his neck—Cyrillic script.”
“Excellent observation,” Aksel praised, his fingers gentling in my hair. “You’re accessing your unconscious memories. Keep going.”
I took him deep again, my tongue swirling around his shaft, and more details surfaced. Between strokes, I gasped out fragments of memory: “Horakovsky mentioned a naval officer. A name, Krueger. Something about Arctic shipping lanes.” The words spilled from me in rushes between taking him deep in my throat. “The documents on the table had coordinates, but I couldn’t see them clearly from where I stood.”
“And then?” Aksel’s voice remained controlled, though I could feel the tension in his thighs beneath my hands. “What did Horakovsky demand?”
I hesitated, my rhythm faltering. The memory of what had happened next made shame flood through me so intensely that I pulled back completely, gasping. “He… he made Takken tell me to undress. In front of everyone.”
“Look at me while you continue,” myHerracommanded.
I raised my eyes to meet his gaze while my hand continued stroking his length. “I was naked, completely exposed. He commented on how I was… bare. Down there. Like you’d ordered.” My face burned at the admission. “Then he had Katya and Mila—his… his pleasure girls—he had them come in. They were wearing nothing but garter belts and stockings.”
“Pleasure thetólwhile you tell me the rest,” he said, guiding my mouth back to his cock. “Use your tongue the way you did just a moment ago. You’re learning very quickly.”
I took him deep again, my tongue working along the sensitive underside as more memories surfaced with disturbing clarity. When I pulled back to breathe, the words tumbled out: “He whipped Katya with a riding crop. Bent her over a chair and lashed her bottom over and over while I watched. The sounds she made…” I shuddered, taking him deep to avoid finishing the sentence.
“And what did you do?” Aksel’s hand tightened in my hair. “Tell me exactly.”
I pulled back, tears pricking my eyes. “I… I mean… I couldn’t do anything. Horakovsky made Takken hold my wrists behind my back. Made me watch. And then… then Horakovsky ordered Mila to kneel in front of me.”
“Continue.” The single word held such command that my mouth opened automatically to take him again.
Around his thickness, I tried to form the shameful words: “Her… her master made her use her mouth on me. Her tongue. I tried not to respond,Herra, I swear I tried, but I’d been edging allweek like you commanded, and I was so sensitive, and she was so good at it, and?—”
He pulled me off his cock abruptly, his hand fisting in my hair to tilt my face up to his. “You came.”
It wasn’t a question, but I nodded miserably. “I couldn’t stop it. I’m sorry,Herra, I tried so hard not to, but with everyone watching and Katya crying out from the crop and Mila’s tongue on my… I just couldn’t… and then… then they made me masturbate in front of them, and I came again.”
