Page 59 of Mastered By the Viking King

And then it stopped. She dragged in a breath.

“This is what you deserve,” he grunted.

But there was little respite. The flogger struck again, the strands curling over her skin, sharp slices of deep heat.

She groaned and her body tensed. Her body temperature rose with each stroke of the cruel leather. She was sweating, her mouth dry. “Njal… oh…”

“Are you on fire yet?”

“Aye, my king… please, no more.”

For a moment, she thought he’d hear her plea, but then the flogger resumed, smacking down on her bottom, covering each buttock every time. Tove hadn’t known a wife would have to endure such agonies.

She wept, her throat tight, heart racing. She clenched her buttocks but that didn’t help. It was impossible to release the tension when the thwacks were landing so swiftly.

He was breathing hard as he loomed next to her.

“Oh, oh, my king.” How much more could she take? Her ass really was on fire.

Suddenly, the flogger was flung across the room, and he quickly moved behind her, gripping her poor, burning ass cheeks in his big hands.

“You will takethisnow.” His voice was ragged.

“What…oh…!” His cockhead probed her entrance. Her eyes flew open and she stared at the timber wall.

“And this is not for your pleasure,” he said, still clasping her sore ass. “It is my cock claiming your cunny, it is part of your punishment. You will not find pleasure as I take mine.”

Her sex, fluttering and very wet, was already reacting to her husband’s cock.

He grunted, gripped her tighter, and drove forward.

She was trapped against the table as his cock filled her utterly. He was so big, so dense and heavy. A wail caught in her throat, her breath driven from her lungs.

Abruptly, he withdrew, then thrust inside again, even deeper this time.

“Oh!” Her sweet spot was dragged on the table as his cock rode over a deep place inside her that begged for more.

“Mine,” he grunted. “Mine—and you will obey.”

“Aye! Aye!”

He picked up the pace, the thrusting of his hips now wild, feral. He wasn’t giving her any of the usual attention, solely focused on his pleasure now.

But somehow this had Tove’s body reacting all the quicker to the pressure inside her. It was growing so quickly, his cock working her body into a frenzy.

“Njal,” she gasped, unsure if she’d be able to obey him, and not release her pleasure. “Oh…!”

He released her ass cheeks and leaned forward, his chest to her back, his weight pressing against her sore bottom. “Your body is mine. Your heart is mine.” He paused to thrust. “And so is your future on this earth—and in Valhalla.”

“Aye! I am… yours.”

He bit her ear, not hard, but enough to stop her from moving her head.

Still, he curled his hips under, his cock stabbing deep each time. It was so thick at the root, stretching her entrance. She was sure he’d come soon.

So would she, and there was nothing she could do about it; the pleasure was too intense. His rough handling of her, his claiming of her with such wild passion, had her losing control.

He released her ear, straightened, and dragged her onto his cock.

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