Every Moment...
Part Four
by sarAdora

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The beautiful Norse goddess, Freya, nodded in understanding. The mortal woman denied her submissiveness... and rightly so. 'Tis true Zeus and Odin granted free will to all men... but to women, rarely. Still... the mortal man was too sure of his superior status. Perhaps...

Loki, maker of mischief, laughed with delight. The mortal woman was beautiful like his beloved Freya and willful... The mortal man was perfect for foil... and fooling... and toying...

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"You will submit to me, Freya" he repeated the words, oh so softly, his gaze piercing... intense... willing her to comply. "You will submit to me in all ways and we shall enjoy each and every moment of our time together."

Michaela bit her lip, chose her words with care, and gingerly smiled at the man pressed inside her body, his weight holding her down, his will imposing and eroding her self-confident independence. The sheer dominance he exuded penetrated... Layer by layer, the strength of his aura peeled her apart, barriers disintegrating under his laser eyes, a will of steel melting her resolve...

"What do you mean? Submit in all ways? What ways?" she dared ask... softly... as if her question masked courage she had yet to display... he had yet to see.

"All ways, Freya," he replied assured those three words answered every doubt, every fear, every hesitation on her part. All ways... every way... e-v-e-r-y way! "You will obey me in all things, sweet Freya." his words the same, his tone stronger, more confident, certain of conquest, assured of her obeisance to his will.

"I... don't... know... that..." she replied softly, no guile in her words or tone, no coyness as shield, the simple truth startling him.

Silently, he watched her, his body momentarily stilled as if it, too, needed to absorb her meaning while his mind digested her simply framed response. He ordered her to hear... his words... as he plunged deeply between her thighs. He directed her to listen... carefully... as the head of his engorged shaft hit her cervical wall. He decreed that she should heed... his message... his will... as he brought her close to orgasm... and with great effort, stilled his movements once again... waited for her to breathe... again... another breath... and repeated the mantra as if it were an oracle.

"You will submit to me in all ways, Freya. You will submit or suffer the consequences!" he ordained, his body pulsating within her... on the edge... teetering... gripping... tightening... the moment frozen... suddenly spiraling... soaring... savoring...

"What are those ways?" she gasped, far from capitulating even though it was his body that held her captive, her senses in overdrive, her stubbornness in full force.

"Whatever I say they are," he gulped air as he pressed into her again, the force of his body willing her... "Whatever I say they are!"

"But... but that's not fair... that's not right!" she argued as brilliant shards of sensation coursed through her... robbing any sanity she possessed... leaving her breathless... her argument moot. "That's... that's ambiguous and tenuous and..."

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...Ambiguous... from the Latin... ambiguitas...
open to various interpretations... double meanings...
understand... the concept... and the man...
...even when decisive... his tone strong... his words firm...
sure of the outcome... anticipating success...
the "little boy" marching forward... uncertain... determined...
to win at all costs... to rule... to be obeyed...
to call the shots... to have his way...
...or so he thinks...
...or so his Mummy told him...
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In silence, they embraced, the aftermath of their steamy coupling overwhelming both of them. In silence, he led her to the bath, held her hand as they waited for the water to warm, and kissed her cheek. In silence, he washed her body... tenderness for her flooding him, his mind at war... his palm itching to pink her bottom... so beautiful, my Freya... too beautiful... too willful... too Freya...

She watched him watch her. Confused, she stood silent under his ministrations, unable to voice her thoughts, her rational mind in conflict... her emotions twisted and entwined... each one fighting the other in a sea of contrasts. He mesmerizes me... seduces me... I let him... I let the barbarian do what he would. I... hate him for that. I hate him with a passion! He is so... so... Ohgodohgodohgod! I had control. I gave it to him! I wanted him and... I wanted that seduction...

The plush towel was smoothed over her wet body, its soft thickness one caress after another as Tyler patted the moisture from her skin. When she was dry, he toweled himself, wrapped fresh linen around his hips and led her to his bed.

"I need a towel, too," she protested, unsure again now that he was covered and she was bare.

"You do not," he said with firm conviction. "But you do need this," he announced as he pulled her over his thighs, raising one so that her pale cheeks were within easy striking range. When he was satisfied, he settled his back to the stately headboard and began her first lesson in discipline.

"What... what are you doing?" she squirmed, trying to rise.

"What I should have done the moment we walked through that door," he retorted, one hand on her lower back, its place secure as if waiting for his restraint. "What I'm going to do over and over until you mend your ways... until you understand the meaning of obedience. You will learn and quickly, my sweet Freya," he assured her in a calm but firm voice as his hand immediately connected with her bottom cheeks.

"Pig!" she yelped when his hand seared the flesh of her left cheek and yelped once again when he gave the other cheek equal treatment. "Barbarian!" she screamed as she tried to get away and "Stop! Please stop!" she begged as her body twisted under the assault.

He ignored her cries, determined to be the judge of what she deserved... her bottom warming... quickly heated from the slapping spanks... determined to set the foundation for the training he would instill... her hips askew... twisting under his assault... determined to teach her... the rosy flesh darkening... rule her... bouncing flesh... resisting... master her as quickly as possible. Arching... succumbing...

"Why?" she cried, tears stinging her eyes. "What did I do? Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because I can!" he retorted. "Because you want me to," his voice lowered to a whisper. Swiftly, he moved her off his lap and penetrated her from behind, the fullness of him entering her roughly. "Shall I stop?" he asked, hot breath searing her neck, hips poised... ready to plunder... the heat of her bottom so... sweet... so sweet against my belly, my groin. Can't wait to spank you again... can't wait to punish you properly... can't wait to hear you beg...

"Yes! Stop!" she yelped, her hips bucking back to push him off her... felt his engorged penis zing her G-spot as he slid forward and deeper into her heat. "No..." she murmured, softly contradicting herself, the heat of him merging with her own... G-o-o-d... so good, so hot, so right, so... I..." she hesitated, unsure again, his dominance... his power over her... confusing her, frightening her... exciting her...

"Tell me, Freya," he teased, one hand drifting to her breasts... fingertips caressing silky porcelain, nipples rising in excitement. His other hand cupped her woman's place, holding her... squeezing tenderly, his gentle touch an outrageous contrast to the harsh penetration... the harsher spanking. Her body, in wet response... hungered... for more. "Your wish is my command, sweet Freya. Do you want me?"

She was dizzy with sensation... lightheaded... unbalanced... his words humming in her ears... center stage... choreographing his thrusting hips and hands seducing her... Preying on my weakness for him... playing me... Barbarian! Heathen! Godless heathen!

"Yes, damn you to Hell! Yes, I want you!"

"Then you may have me," he said grimly, plunging... penetrating deeply... his hand moving under her breasts... lifting her almost vertical... the other rubbing her raw... then delivering a sharp slap... another... to her sex. He took... gave no quarter... her channel slick... easing his entry... his thrusts. He wanted her... Beg me... ask for it... take what I give you... Resist! Make me spank you again... and again... Freya!

"Freya!" he roared upon release, his warm seed shooting into her... filling her.

She floated... bubbles bounced within her veins... sweeping her along... her mind detached... watching. The inner waves began to subside... the crest receding... fading... Awareness dribbled in... the side of her face touched linen, her breasts pillowed by a masculine arm, a hand cupping her sex... the warmth of her bottom cheeks covered by Tyler... his weight on her back... strong... warm... comforting... necessary...

I didn't want him. I could never want a man who abuses me... He's a barbarian! Oh God! It was so good... each and every moment so good... the torment of his cock inside me... sheer torment... his hand stroking me... the sting... the sting... oh god... pleasure... such a good feeling... this sting... this pleasure.

~ End Part Four ~

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