“Relax, goddess,” he soothes, and it’s not until he says that I realize every muscle in my body has gone tense. I channel what I learned in yoga, consciously releasing the tension in each of my muscle groups until my body feels heavy atop the table, and when he murmurs a “Good girl,” that’s when my mind finally unwinds too.
“Leather paddle. It can be used to create the gentlest of pats, to the sharpest sting, depending on the hand that wields it. But it’s in the hand of the man who loves you, Astrid, and I want you to hold on to that thought as we begin,” he explains, and the use of my real name in this setting makes me really pay attention. No matter what comes next, I know he’s doing it to bring me pleasure, not hurt me, and it’s with that thought in mind I gasp at the first swat of the leather against my right ass cheek.
His big hand rubs at the spot, soothing the little sting there, and I bite my lip at the sensation.
Smack!
The next stroke comes to my left cheek, and an “Eep” escapes me before I moan while he rubs that place too.
Smack!
Another one, in a different spot on my right cheek, followed by the circular soothing stroke of his four fingers flat against my sensitive flesh.
Smack!
Back to the left cheek. And this time, I groan in pleasure.
As he continues to go back and forth from right to left, rubbing the pain away with his strong fingers right after he delivers it, I feel my arousal seeping out of me. I’m already uncomfortably wet, but I can’t seem to bring myself to care. I find myself lifting on my toes to meet the leather paddle each time it connects with my now burning-hot flesh, then sinking back to my heels as my Viking soothes away the sting. And it’s not until I cry out when he gives me a harder swat with the toy that he finally reaches between my legs and feels the wetness he had to have noticed long before now.
My inner thighs are coated with it, and I moan as two of his fingers sink into my drenched heat. My toes curl against the floor as he strokes that special place inside me, and I’m so turned on that I don’t even flinch as his sopping fingers travel up through my slit and between my ass cheeks. I’m so aroused I don’t even clench as he circles the little hole that was never shown anything but abuse at the hands of another person.
“Did you pick a safe word, goddess?” he asks, and I feel his kisses along my bare back as he continues to just swirl his finger around the tight bud of my anus, I suppose to help me get used to even being touched there.
“Ragnarök,” I murmur, hearing him chuckle along my flesh, his breath and beard making me shiver.
Another kiss to my spine. “Of course,” he whispers, and he begins to slowly work one fingertip inside me there.
“We have a theme going, Viking. I like themes. You should see all my Pinterest boards. And if I get to let loose during the holidays, you’ll walk into our house during each one and think you’ve stumbled into those woods in A Nightmare Before Christmas, where each town is a different holiday. Oh my God. Halloween is coming next month. It’s going to—”
He reaches around me with his other hand and massages my clit, my knees buckling for a moment and my nervous rambling cutting off. He holds my lower half up with the palm cupping my mound while my upper half presses farther into the padded table. His talented fingers on my clit feel so good I hardly notice when his one finger is all the way in until he begins to move it in and out of me, sending chills up my spine.
At my whimper, he circles my clit faster, drawing my focus there. My hands reach up to grip the other edge of the table, needing something to hold onto while the room starts to spin. So many sensations, all of them surprisingly wonderful at the hands of someone experienced and who knows exactly how to please a woman.
I feel fearless in this moment, handing over my complete trust to my Dom, submitting my body to do as he pleases, because I know with every fiber of my being that it’s my submission and trust that pleases him. He’d never do anything to me to break either of those, so I just give in to whatever he has planned for me. He’s a professional—at both the mind and the body—and I am his student, his patient, and his lover. I will allow him to teach me all the ways he can bring me pleasure like I’ve never felt before. And all I have to do is submit.