Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
With a final, keening wail, Camille came. Her screams of ecstasy echoed off the stone walls, sending shockwaves of secondhand pleasure through my body. I could hear the wet sounds of Erik’s fingers working her through her orgasm, prolonging her pleasure until her cries turned to whimpers.
The cavern filled with a cacophony of sounds—the sharp crack of whips, the desperate cries of the other girls, and the low grunts of the men as they doled out punishment and pleasure in what seemed equal measure. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the overwhelming sensations, but it only seemed to heighten my other senses.
The wooden bench beneath me creaked and groaned with each movement, and suddenly I felt as though we truly were at sea. In my mind’s eye, I could see the waves around us and ahead of us, feel the salt spray stinging my skin as we sailed into the unknown. The rocking motion seemed to intensify, and I found myself swaying with it, my body moving of its own accord.
I became acutely aware of every point of contact between my skin and the rough wood. The grain pressed patterns into my flesh, marking me as surely as any brand. My nipples, already tender and swollen, scraped against the bench with each roll of my hips, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through my body.
Sven’s hand never left my pussy, his fingers working me with maddening skill. I felt myself growing wetter by the moment, my arousal mixing with the remnants of my earlier shame. The scent of sex and sweat hung heavy in the air, mingling with the imagined brine of a stormy sea.
Through the haze of sensation, I vaguely registered that Sven was moving. His touch remained constant between my thighs, but I could sense him circling around the bench. My breath caught in my throat as I realized he was coming to stand in front of me.
I wanted desperately to open my eyes, to see what he was doing, but fear kept them tightly shut. What if I saw something I couldn’t unsee? What if looking made this all too real?
But even with my eyes closed, I could feel Sven’s presence looming over me. The heat of his body radiated against my face, and I caught the musky scent of his skin—clean from the bath, but with an underlying note of pure masculinity that made my insides clench with need.
His free hand came to rest on the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair. The gentle pressure was at odds with the continued assault of his other hand between my legs. I whimpered, torn between pressing back against his skilled fingers and leaning into the comforting touch on my scalp.
“Open your eyes, Mary,” Sven commanded, his voice low and husky. “Look upon your master.”
I trembled, caught between obedience and terror. What would I see when I opened my eyes? The kind professor I had admired from afar? Or the Viking warrior who had claimed my body so thoroughly?
As I hesitated, the sounds of the cavern seemed to swell around me. I could hear Camille’s muffled sobs as Erik continued to work her body, pushing her toward another peak. Amélie moaned as Henrik evidently alternated lashes with the probing of thick, but deft warrior fingers.
Slowly, hesitantly, I opened my eyes. My gaze traveled up Sven’s powerful legs, over his muscular torso, until finally meeting his steel-blue eyes. The intensity of his stare made me shiver, a mixture of fear and arousal coursing through me.
But it was what stood proudly between us that truly captured my attention. Sven’s cock jutted out mere inches from my face, thick and hard, the head glistening with a bead of moisture. I gasped, my eyes widening at the sight. Even after feeling him inside me, seeing his manhood up close was overwhelming.
“This is your new deity, Mary,” Sven said, his voice low and commanding. “You will worship it with your mouth, your hands, your entire being.”
I whimpered, unable to tear my gaze away from his impressive length. Part of me recoiled at the idea, at the sheer blasphemy of his words. But another part, a part that seemed to be growing stronger with each passing moment, longed to obey.
Sven’s hand tightened in my hair, tilting my head back slightly. “Open your mouth, lille en,” he ordered. “Show your master how eager you are to please him.”
I shook my head, a sudden surge of defiance rising within me. Camille’s earlier resistance echoed in my mind, inspiring me to make one last stand against the madness that surrounded us. “No,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I won’t… I can’t…”
Sven’s eyes flashed dangerously, his grip in my hair tightening. “You dare defy me, lille en?” he growled menacingly.
Before I could respond, his hand left my pussy. I had only a moment to register the loss before a searing pain exploded across my bottom. Sven had produced a whip from somewhere, and now it cracked against my exposed flesh with brutal efficiency.