I have said too much unto a heart of stone and laid mine honour too unchary out.

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[Monday, 26 April, early evening]
[Day 330]
[Tavern of Hell, Verdi’s apartment]


Forgot Sunday was the day Ri took off, or I’d have made more plans to be scarce yesterday. As it was we sort of danced around each other. I cooked, and she went out to shop but didn’t come back with anything,and it was just awkward as hell. Ended up going over to the ‘Boy early and fiddling the alarm system and the hinges and anything else I could find until Miao made me sit down and have some tea with her. Didn’t exactly tell her what was wrong, but I think she guessed something was up.

Woke up this morning dreading my own night off, which I don’t think has ever happened before. Managed to doze on the couch until noon, and then Verite decided that she needed to do things in her room. Couldn’t think of anything left to cook, either, and though the day’s nice enough I’m sick of taking walks. For once I found myself wishing for some work to do outside, splitting rails or hauling brush. Something hard. Because anything’s easier than being in a space with someone just barely tolerating you.

Get thinking on hard things, then, and Arkady, and Iago, and Verdi. One I’ve not seen lately and one wouldn’t have me and one…one is lovely and lithe and strong enough to move me where she wants and hold me there, and smile all while she’s doing it. There’s a twist of something in me that eases when I think of that, and I gather up my courage and go ask Ri if she’d mind.

She says no, why would she, and I think she means it, so I make myself ask she minds if I spend the night at the Tavern, if Verdi wants me. She says I can stay if I want to, and then she goes out in the shop, though I know she’s nothing to do out there. So I have my shower, scalding hot and short, and find my nice jeans and a clean shirt and walk down to the Tavern with my hair still a bit wet.

Thomas is at the bar when I go in, and he pours me a shot of brandy for my nerves, and we flirt a little, quietly, though I think he’s doing it more for the game of it than anything else. He doesn’t seem surprised when I ask after Verdi, and tells me she’s in her apartment and I should go on up. I don’t want the man, but I do like him, and so I tip him and climb the stairs, my hands shaking a little because the liquor hasn’t quite kicked in. I steady myself to knock, and then I lean against the wall just outside, wishing I’d let her know I was coming, or brought something for a gift.

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The last of the kitchen's duties are done and I'm wiping my hands dry when there's a knock at the door. I'm dressed casually, in shorts and a t-shirt with bare feet padding across the floor as I make my way to the noise. Opening the door, I'm surprised to see Jarmyn. I didn't expect him back so soon but I'm glad to see him anyway. He looks a little unhappy and it makes me feel bad for him. I know a way to fix that.

I smile brightly, throwing my arms around his neck as I cheerfully say his name. "I'm so happy to see you." I don't give him a chance to say anything before kissing him and pressing my body against his. Cupping his cheek, I pull back a little and say, "You should come inside and have a drink or three with me." My hand strokes his cheek and through his hair as I continue, "You look handsome, eivind, and I was thinking of you."

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She opens the door looking like summer in…not very much. Barely have time to look her over and open my mouth before she’s hugging my neck and kissing me. Making it clear she’s all kinds of glad to see me in other ways, too. Can’t help but hug her back and kiss her back and hold her to me until she pulls away and offers me a drink. Or three? Never going to happen, but I’m not saying that. Most I can manage after the happiest ambush in the world is “hey, Verdi.”

Haven’t seen her to do more than speak to since that night with the three of us, so it takes me a little by surprise when she calls me by that pet name and says she was thinking of me. “You never were.” And say it like a tease, though I don’t for a minute believe her, though she’s stroking my hair like she missed it. Feel very country after the words are out, and wonder if I should still be calling her ‘ma’am.’

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I laugh when he teases me and I reply, "I definitely was but don't worry. It was only good thoughts." We had such a good time the last time I saw him. How could they be anything but goof thoughts? My hand's in his, and I lead him inside and past the living room, smiling as I ask, "How are you? I haven't seen you in a while but you looked happier the last time I saw you. Nothing serious, I hope."

Glancing at the available liquor, I choose the sweet strawberry mead and pour two glasses of mead before handing one to him. I'm curious about the sexy game we played last time and I tease him, saying, "Were you 'bad' again?" I giggle and continue, "I really liked that spanking game we played and I wouldn't mind doing it again sometime."

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She takes me inside with her, her hand in mine soft but insistent as she talks and smiles. Says I’ve looked happier, and I guess that’s true, though I’m trying to smile for her. God knows she makes it easy enough. I lean against one of the dining room chairs as I think about what to say to that and watch her pour us glasses of something ruby red. “Sometimes, Verite and I—“ Hell of a way to start, that, and not really true, besides. It was only the one time. “Just needed some space, is all.” That’ll maybe do for a start. Take the glass she holds out to me. “And…I missed you.” Find that’s true as I say it. “Thought I should come by and see if there’s anything I could do for you.”

She asks me have I been bad, and I blink at her as she giggles and continues. I occupy myself taking a drink, letting the taste of strawberry and honey fill my mouth. Really can’t believe she said outright what she did. Too used to having to explain what I like to people, I guess, and then taking what I can get and making it up to them. Never thought…. But yeah, she did just say that. “N-Neither would I,” I finally manage, and take another drink, wondering what the mead will do to me on top of the brandy, which I can already feel kicking in.

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We chat as I close the door and lead him to my dining table. Something's upset him and he says, "Sometimes, Verite and I— Just needed some space, is all." I pat his arm and look sympathetic before handing him a glass of mead. "And…I missed you. Thought I should come by and see if there’s anything I could do for you."

I blush and smile at him as I ask, "Do for me? Isn't your company enough, or were you hoping to do some chores too?" I laugh and continue, "I missed you too but you don't have to do anything except relax."

I ask about the spanking and mention that I'd do it again. He looks shocked when he replies and it can't be what I said, could it? Another bright smile and I say, "Oh good. Then we should definitely do it again. It was fun but I worried a little because I didn't want to hurt you too much." I take a sip of the mead before putting it on the table and sitting down. "I wasn't exactly sure what you wanted so I guessed my way through it. Maybe we should have talked about it first but it worked out and you looked very happy about the whole thing."

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Of course she’s being polite and saying there’s nothing I need to do. Sweet the way she blushes, too. Going to have to show her that I like to work, I guess, and won’t that be fun.

Then we should definitely do it again. Simple as that. Doubt it’s going to be, but that she wants it to means so much. When she sits down I move behind her, taking a long drink before I set my glass down. Need my hands free to set them on her shoulders as I bend to kiss her hair. And not thinking of anyone but her when I do it. "Meant was there anything I could do for you." And hope she takes my meaning.

She smells like hops and honey and flowers, but I try not to make a production of sniffing her hair, because that’d be rude. Do listen to her talk, and when she’s done I brush her hair back behind one ear and kiss her shoulder where it's bare. Seems the thing to do. “I’d never’ve known you were guessing.” And that’s God’s honest truth. “And sometimes it’s better if you talk about it first, but it worked out fine. You…looked very happy about it, too." And that'll maybe get her to say a little more about why. I do want to know, and we'd maybe better talk about it now if it's going to happen again.

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He doesn't sit down with me. Instead he stands behind me and his strong hands rest on my shoulders. I look over my shoulder at him and feel a kiss pressed against my head. He's so sweet to me and I smile when he offers himself to me. I tell him some of how I felt about our last time together and I get another kiss, this time on my shoulder. Very sweet.

I blush at his compliment and reply, "Yes, I was very happy. I'm surprised you couldn't tell I was guessing though. It's not my usual. Most people don't like it when I hit them but you did." My hand slips over his and I ask, "Do you like that best, or just on the side?" I caress his hand briefly before reaching for my drink to take a sip. "And you act like you like it when I tell you what to do." I smile, asking, "Am I right, or is it something else?"

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I can see a bit of a blush rising on her cheek, so I can’t help but reach a finger out and stroke it. Think a minute about most people don't like it when I hit them, because she seems too sweet to lash out or anger easily. Maybe it’s just that she likes it in bed but hasn’t found anyone with a taste to take it. And…she’s asking me how much I like it and reaching up to touch my hand. God in heaven. I bend down to kiss her hand where it covers mine. “I like that best.” Simplest way to say it, though I’ve never been asked that plainly before.

Stroke my other hand through her hair as she goes on. Christ, does this woman have my measure. “You’re right.” And have to smile. “Like that best too.” And she’s saying it like she likes telling me, which I’d guessed but like to hear. Some women think it’s unmanly. Don’t have a whole lot of use for them. Can think of several things to do with this one, strong and smiling over giving me orders. “Guess I came over here looking for some of that tonight, though I’ll—I’ll do whatever you want.” Not an offer I’d make to most people, with no one looking out for me to come home tonight. But I want very badly to trust her, and I think, maybe, it’ll be all right.

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Everything he's doing speaks of a person that wants to surrender themself. He confirms it and I don't think I've met anyone like him on a long time, if at all. Maybe I have and just didn't know it. Either way, he's here now and wanting something that I can easily give. I think he'll give me what I want too. I just wonder for how long.

"Guess I came over here looking for some of that tonight, though I’ll—I’ll do whatever you want."

My smile widens and I think of how much I like his hands in my hair. It's been a long time since anyone but me took care of it. "There's a hair brush on my dresser and you should go get it. I like it when someone other than me brushes my hair. While you do that, we can talk more." I fiddle with the stem of my glass and ask, "Is anyone expecting you tonight? I want you to stay the night. I don't want to rush through anything and I think we have a lot to cover."

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She thinks for a minute, and then I see the smile curve her mouth. Never prayed so hard to be right in my life since…since I walked into the salon that first day. But thinking of Verite hurts and thinking of what’s to come here tonight doesn’t. And…and she let me come. Just hope to God she lets me come back to her.

First thing out of Verdi’s mouth is an order, bless her. I kiss her hair again while I listen and say “yes, ma’am” when she stops. Don’t think she’s quite finished, though, so I don’t go yet.

She wants me for the whole night, which scares me in a whole bunch of ways, some nicer than others. Think I could keep her entertained for a good long while, especially since Ri’s not wanted to go to bed with me lately, but I wonder what Verdi has planned. Think of what I’d let her do and what she could do, strong as she is, and what my word would be to the sheriff against a great lady in town.

But when it comes down to it, I’ve put myself in worse places with less hope that things would come out well. And the brandy and the mead are making me feel very hopeful just now. “Ri said I could stay if you’d have me.” The words are plain enough, though my voice has gone husky.

Kiss her hair a last time and then go to her bedroom, fingers working at the buttons of my shirt as I do, undoing them and untucking it. Doesn’t take me long to find the brush or recognize it as the one she used on me before. Feel the weight of it in my hand as I remember the thud and the ache and the bruises that lasted days after. More of that to come tonight, I think, and no little Ri here to be shocked by it. Nothing to make her stop, I think, sighting Verdi in the dining room as I come back. But right now she wants me to brush her hair, and so I set myself behind her to do that and to think of only that. Because I think if I snag or pull her hair then she will punish me.

Start running the brush gently through the length of her hair, doing just what I like done with mine. I hold the hair as I work at the ends, so it won’t hurt, though it’s not tangled to speak of. Brush the fine gold over my hands and through them, working like I could work all night. And gather up the courage to say, “Something you wanted to talk about, ma’am?”

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"Ri said I could stay if you’d have me."

That answers one of my possible questions and from the sound of him, he's looking forward to it. I am too and all the kisses he keeps giving me make me feel special. He might just want sex but I don't care. I like it anyway and I reply sweetly, "I wouldn't have said so if I didn't want it. And it was nice of Ri. I'll have to thank her the next time I see her."

I hear him leave the room and I stay in my seat, thinking of what I want to ask him. I have so many questions but I'm not sure where to start. He returns and lifts the heavy curtain of my hair. He's working at the ends of it and he's so gentle that I don't know what to say. He fills the silence though and asks, "Something you wanted to talk about, ma’am?"

I nod a little, not wanting to ruin his progress. "Yes. I wanted to talk about you and what you like. You liked the belt, and the brush and definitely my hand. Do you like anything else like that?" I mentally run through all the things we did in bed and I continue, "I choked you. I bit you too. You didn't stop me but I wanted to be sure that you enjoyed that." I laugh lightly, adding, "I did manhandle you a little too. What did you think?"

I glance over my shoulder again, noticing that he's less buttoned-up then before and that gives me a tickle. "And what else did you want me to do? I can be very accommodating, if you tell me specifics."

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It was nice of Ri. Nod when she says it, though she maybe can’t see me. And…she’s going to thank her. Makes me feel for a minute like something to be passed around, shared between the two of them as they like, not asked so much as sent and used. Feel my face getting hot at the shame of it, though I know that’s probably not what she meant. But it could be. And I’d like it.

She wants to talk about me and what I like. It’s all I can do to listen and keep working through her hair. If she were standing facing me, I’d have her in the gentlest, tightest hug I could manage. Listen to her run through what she did to me last time, laying it out so plainly without any shame. She’s not talking down to me, just asking. Can’t hardly speak to answer her for a minute. “I liked all of that, yeah. Been hit with a cane before, too, and liked it.” Though God, was it hard to take. “The right kind’s maybe hard to find around here, though, thin and whippy. I’m partial to leather, though.”

Need to collect myself and think, stop rambling. “Like your teeth, and your hands and your nails. Not so much being choked, though if you want to do it sometimes, that’s all right.” And if she asks why, I’ll tell her. She’ll probably want to know why I want my hair left alone, too. Need to think what else to say. Can hardly believe we’re talking about it like this, in the light at her table as civilly as you please. “Love that you can push me around, and move me where you like and keep me there.” Have to stop the brush then for a moment and kiss her shoulder again. I just feel too good not to do something.

What else? God, spelling all this out is fun and hard as hell at the same time. Oh, she’s…what else do I want her to do. Very accommodating. Should be saying that to her myself. Easy to know how to start then. “I want to show you what it means to me that you’d offer me all this. I said ‘whatever you want,’ and I meant it.” But if both people are saying whatever you want, nothing happens. “Let me take care of you, like this or in bed or however you like. Just…just tell me.” But I also need something to clear my head, so I end with, “And…tonight I’d like something rough, being held down, manhandled, like you said. Hurt if you feel like doing it, but mostly…if you can make me give over, and talk to me during it.” I’ve gone on enough about myself and what I want, I guess. Need to see what she thinks about all of it. So I just go back to running the brush through her hair in long steady strokes and grinning so wide my face is starting to hurt.

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He mentions a cane was previously used on him and it has me thinking as he continues to tell me what he liked from our last time together. Choking not so much but the rest of it, he liked very much. It's a good start and I can't help but smile when he talks about being manhandled. He continues to brush my hair and I love the way it feels. It's one the most relaxing things he could for me. All the extra kisses don't hurt either.

He wants to take care of me and its more appealing than I can say. I'm used to doing everything for myself but it would be wonderful if someone else did it for a while, even if it's only tonight. I listen as he tells me what he'd like tonight and my smile sharpens. I have lots of experience with physically forcing people to give in, and while it's not usually for sex, I'm happy to make an exception for him.

"I'll give you everything you want tonight, since you were honest enough to share it with me," and I take another sip from my half-full glass. "And if you want something different another night, then you should bring whatever items you want me to use on you. I don't have any canes and I don't know where I'd get them either so it's your responsibility to find out." I laugh before adding, "I can't wait to see what you bring me."

"But before all that, I'll want dinner tonight. I want you to cook me whatever's your specialty and it shouldn't take you longer than an hour." I rise from my chair, turning to place one knee on it as I lean forward and say, "In the meantime, I'll change. What color do you think looks prettiest on me?"

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Everything you want tonight. People don’t say things like that. And of course I’m being honest with her, with all she’s doing for me. Not sure what kind of men she’s used to that she’d say that. Listen as she tells me I can bring her things, and sounds happy about the idea, too.

Just thinking it’s not possible to get any happier when she tells me she wants dinner and that I’ve got an hour to make it in. Stop grinning and start thinking really fast. I’m still happy, but an hour? In a kitchen I’ve never been in? But I asked for this. Asked to take care of her, and this is what she wants. “Yes, ma’am.” Only thing to say. I set the brush in her hand and step back as she stands up.

Not sure why it’d take her a whole hour to change, but I’m not complaining about the time. Not when it’s maybe already ticking. When she asks me what color looks best on her I have to blink and look her over a minute. I’ve only seen her in a couple dresses, but of course she’d have a whole closet full. Probably little lacy things for bed, too, and isn’t that a thought. “Like you best in nothing at all.” That’s honest, and I think she won’t take offense. “But…I’d like to see you in black.” Surely she must have something black, and it’d look good against her skin and hair.

Can think about that later, though. Right now I need to think about dinner and what the hell I’m going to do. First, though, can’t resist taking her chin in my fingers and leaning down to kiss her, just sweet and light to say thank you before I get to work.

Wait until she’s closed the bedroom door to go in the kitchen and wash my hands and swear just a little under my breath. The tavern has a cook, I know, so I run downstairs to the bigger kitchen to find him and ask can I borrow some things. Tell him it’s for Verdi, and he’s nice enough to help me find what I need. Not a bad looking man, and he seems to know his business, but I’m in too much of a hurry to flirt.

Back upstairs I set some potatoes to boiling, with one of the nice chops Cookie gave me in a pan beside the pot. Easy enough to dress some greens for salad, then make a sauce with some wine and mushrooms for the chop. Trying not to look at the clock while I work, but it’s hard. Do manage to get the plate on the table with three minutes to spare, hoping to God she likes pork chops and mashed potatoes and salad. I leave her glass of mead next to the plate and pour her another of some nice amber ale from the icebox. She probably made the stuff, and it’ll go well with the meat.

Not sure if she wants me to wait on her or not, so I just leave the place set and go start on the dishes. Can’t remember the last time I was this nervous about setting food in front of someone.

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Jarmyn wants something to do so I tell him I want dinner and he looks like he's already thinking about it as we continue to talk. He gives me another Yes, ma’am and hands me back the hair brush. I wonder if I can get him to call me something else because ma'am sounds like it could anyone but me. It does sound nice when he says it though.

His answer for my color question makes me laugh. "Nothing? Yes, I like that best too but black sounds like a good choice." I'm about to let him go on his way, when he kisses me so sweetly and tenderly that I can feel my knees melt. How could anyone be like this? I like it though and I smile to myself as I head to my bedroom.

I take my time picking out something pretty (http://pics.livejournal.com/norn_verdandi/pic/000az6wx) to wear, in black of course, and it might even count as close to naked. I'm about to run the brush through my hair but he's done such a good job that it shines without me touching it. Lounging on the bed, I wait until exactly an hour has passed before re-entering the dining room. I can smell the food from here and it looks delicious as I approach the table.

There's noise in the kitchen and I call out, "Jarmyn?" He's in there washing dishes and I smile wide, happy to not have to do them myself. "Come sit with, eivind. I like your company and don't want to eat alone, especially since you're here."

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My heart turns over as I hear the door open, but I wait until she calls my name to turn to look. Sweet Jesus, I don't even know what to call what she's wearing. Not enough of it to be a dress. Not very much at all, but it's black all right. And she's all cream and gold in it. Saw her naked before, of course, but this is more than that. It's like she wants to show herself off for me.

I dry my hands off real quick when she calls me to come. I want to touch her very badly, to do something to show how much I like her and what she's got on, but the thing's just ruffles and string, and I'd probably rip it just by touching it. Can't think of anything to say, either. Well, maybe the food will speak for itself.

Need to stop looking at her like she's dinner, I guess, so I just pull out her chair for her and wait for her to sit. She asked me to sit with her, but it feels more right to just kneel and sit back on my heels beside her chair. We can still talk, if she likes, and she'll maybe pet my hair.

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He doesn't say a word to me but from the way he looks at me, it's easy to see that he likes what I chose to wear. We stare at each other for a bit and I run my hand over his cheek and down the visible bare skin of his chest. He has no idea of how lovely he is, does he? He doesn't have shoes on but neither do I and maybe he likes the same freedom I do. It'll be less to take off later anyway and I give him a hot look before taking my offered seat.

I'm surprised when he kneels next to me and I blush before looking at him curiously. He doesn't look uncomfortable so I don't comment on it. Instead, I say, "Eivind, I want to be called something other than ma'am. Some people have called me a goddess and I think that's what you should call me too." I lay the napkin across my lap and begin cutting the pork. It looks even better than it smells and I can't wait to try it.

I slice into the meat, spearing it before popping it into my mouth. Delicious. I hum in satisfaction and smile as I stroke his cheek again. I continue to eat in silence, making it halfway though the meal before I can't ignore his hungry eyes on me any more. "This food is delicious and you've done very well." I smile playfully and ask, "Are you hungry or have you already eaten?" I know he wants something else, me, but I won't offer that yet. I think I'm getting the hang of this part of the game and I continue, "If you want to eat, beg me nicely and I'll think about it."

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It's not awkward, just the two of us and the food, because she starts talking right away, telling me what she wants to be called. I'm a little startled that she'd ask to be called that that, but it not something I can't stomach. Feels right, I guess, strong golden thing that she is. "Yes, m--I mean, g-goddess."

She sits and starts to eat as nicely as you please. I do my best not to stare up at her, but I'm trying to figure out if she likes the food or not. Also just really like watching the flutter of her little ruffled thing and the way it shows off the curve of her breast and hip. I'm not uncomfortable kneeling, but my jeans are starting to feel a bit too tight.

She waits a while before speaking to me again. So glad she likes what I managed to put together. "Thank you, goddess. I could do better with a bit more time, but I'm glad you're pleased with it." Glad and more than a little relieved.

She asks me have I eaten and I nod, which lets my hair rub against her thigh. Ate earlier today, and it still feels like a luxury to have meal after meal in the same day. But she wants to make a game of this, and so I lift my face up to her, leaving my hands on my thighs, and give her my best earnest pleading look. "Please, goddess, may I have a bit of your dinner? I'm so hungry." Leave my mouth open a little, thinking of her fingers on my tongue.

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"Thank you, goddess. I could do better with a bit more time, but I'm glad you're pleased with it." He does look happy and reminds me of a lovestruck bed-slave from long ago. That was a good time and maybe I can have it again.

"I was thinking less time. But since you mentioned it, what would you do with more time?" I eat while he's watching, glancing over and smiling every time he thanks me. Does he expect me to be stern? Maybe later but right now, I very much like the tender, unspoken way he offers himself to me.

I ask if he's eaten as I admire his firm body, and as he nods, he rubs against my thigh like a cat. My eyes widen and I giggle. Is he my pet? I don't know but I think if I asked him, he'd tell me he was. And when he starts begging, my body nearly shivers from the hot thrill and oh, I want him.

Plucking up a small piece of pork, I dip my fingertips in the sauce. I turn in my chair, letting my legs shift open slightly as I lean towards him. One saucy fingertip slides over his bottom lip before I gently place the cut pork onto his tongue. I don't know who's teasing who but I don't think it matters, and I stare at him as he eats. I should try to be patient if he keeps looking at me like that, I'll be dragging off him to my bed sooner than I thought.

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When I talk, she looks at me like every word is so interesting to her, but also like she's thinking of thinks to use me for that don't need so much talking. Less time? But I think she's only joking, because then she asks what would I do with more. Easy to answer that. "Could've made you dessert, for one thing. You haven't tasted my apple pie." Cookie said that's her favorite, and I do make a decent one.

When I tell her I'm hungry, she smiles a little and delicately plucks from the plate a piece of chop she'd cut. Gets her fingers covered in the sauce, too. Then she turns toward me, opening her legs, and places it in my open mouth. First thought is that the sauce needs more salt, but right on the heels of that is that her fingers are in my mouth, so I move the bit of meat aside and lick around them and between them, like I'd dearly love to lick her elsewhere, cleaning them of all the sauce, which tastes all right.

Love watching her face as my tongue works over my lip and her fingers until they're clean as if she'd washed them. Then I close my mouth and drop my head and chew, more turned on than I can remember being in a long time, though the meat is only acceptable.

When I've swallowed, I lift my head and look her in the eye and say, "Thank you, goddess," quietly and respectful, because it's part of the game, but also because I mean it. And then I lick the inside of her knee experimentally, to see if she wants that sort of thing from me now.

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He licks my fingers clean, taking his time as he stares back at me. The food's not as interesting as he is but I think he knows that and I smile through his thanks and my new jolts of excitement. He licks me again, this time to the delicate skin near my knee and I gasp softly. I run my fingers through his dark hair.

Following the curve of his jaw to his chin, I lift it away from my leg while teasing, "I think you meant to start at the bottom. Knees are in the middle and that's jumping ahead." I waggle a finger at him, giggling softly. "Besides, I'm still eating. Don't you want me to finish?" Shifting back in my seat, I return to my original position. "Would you have really made me an apple pie? That's my favorite. I'd be very happy with the person that made me an excellent apple pie."

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Can’t help tilting my head back and closing my eyes when she puts her hand in my hair. She strokes it so nicely, and when she wants me to look at her, she pulls my chin up instead of tugging at my hair. Trying to think of a word for what she’s like when she scolds me is hard, but I drop my eyes and listen while I think about it. Beautiful, certainly. Teasing, maybe. Chastising, that’s it. Not mean, but making it clear I should have known better.

She turns away to sit straight at the table and starts talking about pie. Of course I’d have made her a pie if I’d had time and the things for it. And oh, very happy? “I’ll make you as many pies as you like,” I offer, lifting my head. “Don’t know if they’ll be excellent or not, but I’ll do my best.”

Think about what she said about starting at the bottom, and so I go forward on my hands and knees and crawl under the table. Feel my face go hot as I find there’s just enough room for me to pick up her foot on one hand and start rubbing at it while I bend down and start licking at her toes. Never done this for anyone before. But I like licking things well enough, and her feet are clean. Just hope this is what she had in mind.

I take my time circling my tongue around each toe and licking up to her ankle before I switch to the other foot. And when that one’s done, I lay my head down on both her feet where I’ve set them on the rug. Can’t quite dry her feet with my hair, but I can cover them with it, at least. It’s like she is my goddess, I guess, and here I am on my knees and bent over at her feet. Really hope she doesn’t laugh at me. Hope to God. But I guess if I’m praying, it should be to her. Wouldn’t know where to start, though. It’s all I can do to manage her name, all of it, for her.

”Verdandi.”

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"I’ll make you as many pies as you like. Don’t know if they’ll be excellent or not, but I’ll do my best." Laughing, I say, "That's a lot of pies." He doesn't know what he's getting himself into, but I like where it's going. "You should bring one every time you come to see me and I'll tell you what I think. You'll have it down pat quicker than you think." I laugh softly, adding, "Or else."

I tease and scold him when he licks my knee, telling him to start lower and there he goes, crawling towards my feet. I watch his tight backside disappear under the table, along with the rest of him and I'm wondering exactly what he's going to do. It doesn't take me long to find out and what starts as ticklish moves very quickly to hot and sexy. I moan low, forgetting about my food as he brushes his soft hair over my arch.

And then the strangest, most surprising thing happens. He intones my name, unexpectedly plucking at my threads with every syllable of his prayer, leaving me breathless and burning. Odin, he has no idea what he's doing to me and I immediately finish my mead, letting it wet my parched throat. I rub my foot against soft skin, not sure what I'm touching but liking it anyway. Shifting on the cool wooden chair, I lean back a bit and let my legs open slightly in invitation.

Soon, he'll reach my calves, knees and thighs and I almost want to rush him to the end. But I won't. It all feels too good to cheat myself of out of whatever he's going to do to me next.

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Guess I’ll be making a lot of pies, then. I doubt Ri will complain as long as I leave a pie for her, too.

I can hear Verdi moaning above me as my tongue follows the bones of her foot. Find myself enjoying the clean, sweet taste of her skin, and by the way she’s rubbing the top of her foot against my cheek, she likes what she’s feeling, too. And she’s not laughing. Thank God. No, I correct myself, and make myself frame it in my head like a proper prayer. Thank you, goddess, that you didn’t laugh at me. It’s not much of a prayer, so I add, I’m glad you’re pleased. So, so glad you’re pleased.

When I feel her spread her legs, I lift my head and go back to licking up her shins, as far around the backs of her calves as I can manage in the tight space. Have to shuffle between her feet and crane my neck, and it’s a strain but it’s for her. The table’s not small, but neither am I, so I can’t really pay proper attention to her knees, but I do my best. I guess since I’ve said thank you, I could maybe ask for something for myself. Please, please give me what I need tonight, and let it help. Let it be enough.

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Higher and higher he goes and I'm trying hard to not moan every time he reaches a new spot on me. He's thanking me again and I'm smiling wide as my eyes flutter closed. There's a bump under the table but I ignore it because my knees are melting under his attentive mouth. The table jumps under my hands and I think he's bumped it again. I can't leave him down there ....can I? I stifle a giggle at the thought and close my eyes again when he whispers his request to me.

I push my chair back from the table, leaving enough space for him sit at my feet without bumping the table again. Cupping his jaw in my hands, I kiss him hard before softly saying, "I will. Don't worry, eivind. And if doesn't help, you have to tell me why so I can make it better." I pull him close, hands roaming through his hair and down his muscled back. My mouth's close to his ear and I whisper, "Finish what you started. My thighs are jealous of my knees and ankles."

I trail a finger down the side of his face, adding, "After that, carry me to my room. I want to lay back on my bed while I watch you slowly undress."

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I’ve gone about as far up with my tongue as I can while I’m still under the table, and I think she can tell, because she pushes her chair out away from it so I can crawl between her legs where she’s sitting. When I get there she picks my chin up with both hands and bends down to kiss me. It’s a hard, sweet kiss, and it startles me, but I close my eyes and take it and kiss her back. When she breaks away from me, it’s to as much as, well, not much you could call it other than answering my prayer.

That has me shaking and a little scared that she actually heard me, because I could’ve sworn I was only saying it in my head. But sometimes when I’m really drunk, I think I’m thinking things and it turns out I was saying them too. It’s why I try not to get really drunk in front of people. Didn’t think I was anyway near that point tonight, though, but maybe the mead was stronger than I thought. Anyway, the way she has her hands all over me is telling me she didn’t mind. I put my head down and let her stroke me until she tells me what she wants done next.

Think about saying something about the whole town being jealous of her knees and ankles, but that’d maybe sound like I think too much of myself, so I just start licking long wide stripes up her thighs. She smells like sex and apples, and I very much want to put my tongue right between her legs to taste her properly, but she didn’t tell me to do that, so I can maybe get away with teasing her. Not that licking right up to her slit but not touching it isn’t fun and hot as hell.

When I’ve run my tongue over every inch of thigh I can reach, I look up at her and gather up my courage again. “May I have a drink, goddess? My m-mouth’s a bit dry.” Which it is, what with all the licking. Try not to stare at her breasts as I wait for her to answer me, but they just look so nice and they’re right in front of my eyes.

After she lets me drink, I get to my feet as gracefully as I can. It’s been too long since I spent that long on my knees, and they ache a bit. It’s no trouble at all to gather her up in my arms, one under her knees and the other around her shoulders. Not like I haven’t been wanting to hold her all evening. I give her a minute to put her arms around my neck to steady herself before I start toward the bedroom. She’s a warm, light weight in my arms, no trouble at all to carry. Kiss the top of her head before I lay her down gently on the fur covering her bed, and watch her smile up at me, and can’t speak for thinking how lucky I am.

She wanted my clothes off slowly, so I finish unbuttoning my shirt and shrug it off. Take my time undoing my belt and my jeans, too, and slide them down my hips slowly along with my shorts, looking her in the eye the whole time. Bite my lip at the friction over my cock, which is somewhere the other side of rock hard by now, and then step out of one pants leg and then the other and stand up bare in front of her. Let her have a minute to look at me if she wants before I join her on the bed, on my knees again, thighs wide apart, back straight, head down and fingers laced behind my head, presenting myself to my goddess.

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I'm leaning back in my seat as he slowly licks his way up from my knees to my thighs. I don't encourage him past that though. I'm enjoying the teasing and I've already decided that I don't want to rush through it. He asks for a drink and I hand him my refilled glass, smiling as I caress his throat and chest. He's staring openly at me and I blush under his straight gaze before telling him what I want next.

I'm swept up into his arms and carried to my room and the tender way he treats me is addictive and completely endearing. Curling my legs under me, I sit up to get a better view as he slowly peels off his clothing. He's very handsome and I feel my smile widening when he lets me get a long look at his naked body. He's been quiet all this time and I wonder if he's waiting for me to say something.

I'm sure of it when he crawls onto the bed and poses in front of me as if he's offering himself up. Unfolding my legs, I reach out and run the back of one hand down his muscled chest and torso, stopping at his navel before shifting to his hip. "You only just got on the bed but I just remembered that you forgot the wine." I know I didn't ask him to bring anything except me but I think I can get away with a fake mistake. I smile, moving close enough to have only an inch or so between us as my palm slides up, grazing back over his hip to rest a fingertip's length from his nipple.

I pinch his rosy nipple, raising the heat in him without really trying to hurt as I tell him, "Bring the bottle and two glasses. And since you said you were thirsty, we're going to finish the mead before we do anything else." I reach around behind him, spanking him once sharply as I gently bite his collarbone. His hips buck against mine and I gasp softly, giving him a lusty smile as I add, "Don't take too long, sweetling."

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Love her eyes on me, the way they make me feel embarrassed and proud at the same time. Make myself stay steady and still on the bed as she reaches out to me, just a hand stroking me as she tells me I forgot the wine. She never told me to bring the wine, so I think this is something she’s picked as an excuse to punish me. Well enough. Find I’m smiling a little through the shame. “Yes, goddess.”

She moves so close as she strokes me again. Can feel the heat of her, though the only place we’re touching is her hand on my chest. Wish she’s touch my cock, but won’t beg for it. Make myself keep my own hands behind my head, though I want to put my arms around her. As well I’m half-afraid she’ll hurt me, some cruel little twist or slap—oh, yes. Gasp as her fingers find my nipple, hard but not as hard as she could, I think, mostly sharp and warm and steady. I hold position and she holds me as she gives more directions. The whole bottle of mead between us? Right now, all at once?

But I’d die before I’d question her here, and she’s not listening, anyway, just leaning in to bite me, hard and sharp enough to make me fight to stay still. The slap to my ass shocks me more than it should, and I buck forward into her, moaning as my cock brushes her thigh. She could punish me for that too, for breaking position before told to, but she just smiles like she wants to eat me and says not to take too long. “Yes, goddess.” Thank you. Thank you so much. All of it offered up to her, though praying in bed is maybe blasphemous.

I crawl off the bed slowly and get down, shaking already, some from kneeling like that and some from arousal, but mostly because of her and what she’s doing to me. From the thought of what she means to do to me. Go out and get our glasses and the bottle of mead, which is still more than half full. I think, I have to think I can swallow half of what’s left. Maybe more. What I’ll do after I swallow it I’m less sure of. Hell of a predicament, but it’s still sweet. Goddess. Oh, goddess.

Bring everything back in to the bedroom and offer her her glass before I join her on the bed with mine and the bottle. It’s hard to kneel like that, but I do my best. Fill her glass and then mine, and when I finish and look her in the eye, I feel like telling her everything, like holding out my soul to her to see if she wants it. “I can’t—“ The words stick in my throat, and I drain half my glass before I can start the sentence again. “I can’t hold my liquor worth anything.” And do feel really ashamed at that. “So I’m sorry now for—for what I’m probably going to say, or do, or-or not do, after.” And finish the rest of the glass.

Fill both of ours again. “It’s wonderful mead.” And mean that so much. Smooth and sweet and warming me like her hands. “I just—“ I want so badly to be good for you, to be equal to what you’re offering. And finish with what I mean, for all of it. “Thank you, goddess.” I tilt my head back and drink, letting her watch the bob of my throat as I take the glass in one slow swallow, a drink offering, truly.

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He knows I made up the wine excuse. I see it in his eyes and the smile he gives me but I ignore it while I pet him. I do give him a pinch and a sharp slap for forgetting the wine though. Just because I want to and his reaction makes me wish I'd spanked him twice on top of that. He's off the bed, slow like he's making sure I watch his every shifting movement (how could I not?) and I hold myself back, smiling instead of reaching out for him.

Jarmyn quickly returns with everything I asked for, kneeling in front of me again as he pours the mead for us. The intense eye contact between us is incredibly hot and he doesn't look away as he says, "I can’t—" He stops but I don't interrupt him. I want to hear what he says and besides I'm nearly mesmerized by the way his neck tilts when he drinks. "I can’t hold my liquor worth anything. So I’m sorry now for—for what I’m probably going to say, or do, or-or not do, after."

I nearly smile at his confession while wondering how many drinks makes someone a lightweight. For Jarmyn, it might be what's left in the bottle and I quickly drain my glass, wanting very much to help instead of making him drink by himself. He compliments the mead and almost says something else but thanks me instead. Compliments are nice too and I finish my second glass quickly, setting it down on the end table as I catch him drinking faster than before. Didn't he just tell me he was a lightweight? He keeps drinking like that and he won't be for long. That happens a lot around me.

Taking the bottle and glass from him, I put them next to mine and turn back to face him. He looks a little flushed and maybe the mead's already affecting him. Then again, it could be me too and I squeeze my thighs together from the resulting rush of heat. He's hard and it's jutting in my direction, twitching occasionally as if to remind me that it's there. I didn't forget, not that or what he asked me for earlier either.

My hand swings out, carefully aiming to sting his cheek with a light slap before I give him a cold look. "You have no idea of how handsome you are and here you are naked and teasing me. You probably lied when you told me that you wanted this." My voice is hostile as I continue, "Well, that's too bad because you're here now and I'm not letting you leave until you give me what I want." I catch both of his wrists in my grip and jerk him forward as I warn, "And if you won't give it to me, then I'm going to take it." A short, harsh laugh and I add, "Whether you like it or not."

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She doesn’t cut me off, or tell me to stop talking and just drink. She just listens to me and drains her glass. Takes the bottle from me, too, and finishes it herself. She doesn’t look like she can tolerate much, but I’ve heard stories about her drinking grown men under the table. Still more worried about myself, and what I’m going to be good for when that mead hits my stomach. Right now it’s just my mouth full of strawberries and honey, sweet as summer.

We finish and she takes my glass from me and sets it aside with the bottle. I settle myself better on the bed, ready for what she wants of me next. She looks me over slowly, and I feel my face getting hot, from the mead, I guess, but also from being naked and hard in front of her. She’s not wearing much, it’s true, but it’s more than I am. And she’s so smooth and lovely, which you couldn’t really say about me.

The slap catches me off guard, startling me more than it hurts. My mouth opens a little and I blink. Didn’t have to ask that of her. She’s looking at me like she’s angry, though she starts out nice, telling me I’m handsome and teasing. Her voice gets colder, though, quick and sharp as that slap. I bow my head and let the words wash over me. She’s doing it, she’s really doing it. Oh, goddess, I would never lie to you. And maybe she’ll hear me and know.

She plucks at my wrists, grabbing them both together and pulling hard. Don’t know if she wants me to fight, but what I feel like doing is just going over on my front on the bed, breaking my fall a little on my arms, but mostly just letting her lay me out. She’s going to take what she wants anyway, isn’t she? I chose this, and now my choice is made. I turn my head on the fur, short of breath from disbelief, mostly, but also from that same fur teasing my cock trapped under me.

I close my eyes and move my hands out and up by my head. Get my thighs spread wider, too, and look up at what I can see of her through one eye. Nothing to do but wait and try to be ready.

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He didn't expect me to slap him but instead of getting angry, he accepts it. His reaction surprises me, even though I knew it was coming and I wonder what it would take for him to fight back. He doesn't say anything and I jerk him forward by his wrists, manhandling him through the rest of my scolding. Pretty soon, he's laid face-down across my bed. From the position he's in, I can reach his ass but I crawl closer to get a better angle.

Smiling sharply, I give his rear a stinging slap with my palm and say, "No fight in you, huh?" Another slap. "That's okay with me." I whack him again. "It's not like it's going to help you anyway." I hit him two more times before grabbing his hip and rolling him over like a rag-doll. Straddling his torso, I pull his wrists to his sides, pinning him to the bed as I place one knee over each of his hands. Reaching behind me, I lightly slap the inside of his thighs before giving him a sharp pinch while smiling.

Shifting back a little, I make sure he's still trapped as I sit on the length of his cock and slowly gyrate my hips. There's only my small pair of panties between us and I bear down, enjoying the friction as I flick my nails over his nipples. I drag my nails down his chest and pinch the flesh above one of his ribs as I say, "Maybe you do want it. Maybe you don't. Either way, you should tell me, in detail, before I decide to leave you tied to this bed, all alone for the rest of the night."

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Feel the bed shift as she crawls toward me, and I tense for what’s coming, then make myself relax. Take the first slap, and the second, and the third, without moving very much, though her small hands stings with the force she’s putting behind them. Could fight her, I guess. Would if she wanted me too, but tonight, the first time she has me alone, I want to show her how good I can be. And she’s right, fighting wouldn’t help. Two more slaps, and my ass feels heated, just the beginning of properly sore. Good for a start.

I’m smiling as I let her roll me over. She’s on top of me quite quickly, sitting very happily and very heavily on my stomach and the head of my cock. Just as quick to grab my arm and get my hands pinned. Just have time to hiss at the pressure before she’s reached back to slap my thigh. Oh, she does know where I’m tenderest. Do my best to arch up under her when she follows the slap with a pinch. She can be cruel. Oh, goddess.

Look up at her with wide eyes as she settles herself back on my cock, rubbing hard with only that little bit of cloth between us. She has me moaning right off, though I don’t think for a moment she’ll have me inside her yet. Not yet. Have to fight to pay attention to what she’s saying as she adds her nails back to the mix of pain. Can hardly see, much less listen, but this is important.

Don’t believe that she would actually go away and leave me tied here. But she could, and the thought of it has me rising up to meet her. Really do need to make a good showing with what I say here. Wish she were closer, but I look up and meet her eyes, trying to think through the slow movement of her on my cock. “I-I want it, goddess. Want whatever you have in mind for me. Anything you think I deserve.” Wish I could hold her close, or cup her breast, but my hands are still pinned. Can only look at her.

Well, that and pray, I guess. Want you on top of me, hurting me and fucking me and using me. Anything you give me, I’ll take. Anything you ask, I’ll do. If you want what I am, it’s all here. Goddess. Don’t know if I’m saying the words or just thinking them. Do believe with all my heart that she hears.

Can’t look at her. Can’t keep still. Can’t come.

“Verdandi, please.”

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He loves every pinch and slap I give him and the harder they are, the more he likes it. I have to be careful though because what if I slipped and hurt him badly? I won't. He's trusting me and didn't agree to more, unlike some people. I push that thought away and concentrate on him instead. He makes it so easy, moaning and bucking under me. I'm encouraging him with my body as I tell him what he's supposed to do next.

There's a skeptical look on his face when I talk about tying him up as punishment and I already see that one day I'll have to do it. I'd laugh but he's talking, telling me to do whatever I want to him. Hmm, I already knew that and I watch him watching me while I wait for him to say more. Finally he says the words I wanted, adding an especially sweet "Verdandi, please," and I smile brightly at him, ready to make it all come true.

I lean back and raise my knees briefly, pulling his hands free and placing them on my thighs. I move again, on all fours and above him and just because I'm not sitting on him any more doesn't mean I can't feel his cock poke at me. It does and this time, I do laugh as I look down between us, murmuring, "So impatient." My lups close over one of his nipples and I suck it between my teeth, teasing gently. I do the same thing to the other one before coming back and biting with sharp teeth. Not drawing blood still leaves a lot open and I take advantage of that with a few more rough kisses.

Biting his collarbone, I sooth it with a soft kiss before rising and crawling over him again. This time, I'm sitting on his upper chest with my knees on either side of his head. I slide my hips forward, smiling as I keep my weight on his shoulders. My panties are right in his face and I lean back, whispering eagerly, "Touch me."

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She smiles at me when I say her name, a sweet smile, not a cruel one. Make myself relax a little more as she frees my hands and put them on her thighs. She’s on her hands and knees above me, now, but I make myself leave my hands where she put them, gripping the smooth flesh. I could take her like this, if she’d just move, if she’d just let me, but no, she’s just laughing at my cock, which is a terrible thing to do to any man. Imagine I make a face at that. How could I not be impatient, with the way she’s on me?

But she distracts me quickly enough, setting her mouth to first one nipple and then the other, nicely at first and then sharp enough to make me cry out and try to squirm down into the bed to get away. She decides she needs to kiss me next, her teeth on my lip and her tongue in my mouth, and I give as good as I get, because I’m terribly hungry just now, and my goddess is letting me taste her. A last bite to my collarbone, that she kisses well almost before it’s stopped hurting, and then she’s moving again, making the skirt of her little top tickle me, to sit on my chest.

Can hardly breathe, but I can smell her and taste her and feel her all around me. And then… Yes, goddess She didn’t say how or where to touch her, so I do what I like, which is to reach up for her ass and pull her closer to me. Can just get my mouth on her through the scrap of silk, which is sopping even before I start to lick at it. Try to pull it aside with my teeth so I can get my tongue in her, but the angle’s not that good.

I’m already holding her hard, my fingers pressing into that sweet round ass, and craning my neck. Want her naked and over my face, but what I’ve got is her almost naked and in front of it. So I go back to licking over her slit through the cloth, taking my time finding my way to her clit. When I do, though, I press my tongue against it hard and then blow softly over it. I know a little of what she likes from last time, and what she wants now she’ll let me know.

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I ask him to touch me and faster than anything, he's gripping my ass and pulling me close to his eager mouth. I don't resist and in fact, I try to make it easier for him. He's looks like he's struggling a bit with the panties obstacle but even with them in the way, he has me moaning and shifting closer. And his lusty enthusiasm is catching, making me squirm constantly when he licks and teases the heat between my thighs.

There's a thrilling jolt and I look down at him, smiling seductively as I lean forward to give him better access. I want more now and in a husky voice, I croon, "That's so good. Don't stop." Reaching behind me, I pinch him without looking and press down harder on his mouth. I don't know if he can breathe or not but if he looks like he's suffocating, I might take pity on him. Then again, if he looks like he loves it, I might not.

Gasping and writhing from the intense pleasure, I imagine the two of us in a different position. Wanting it immediately, I press my palm to his forehead, gently pushing him away as I whisper, "Wait." My hand's over one of his and I caress him gently before raising my body up and away from him. I turn around and crawl forward, leaving my thighs open above his face. His cock twitches in my direction and I reach out, capturing the silk steel in my grip. As I lick around the tip, he groans and I shift forward to swallow as much as possible.

He's delicious and I take my time teasing him, bringing him to the edge a few times before pulling away at the last minute. I finally decide to have mercy and roll off him, slapping his thigh playfully. Swiveling my body, I straddle his lap, grinding down again as I give him a sinful smile. "No man should taste as good as you do, eivind. It makes me want to fuck you, hard and rough, until you melt into a sticky puddle."

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She knows exactly the angle I’m looking for, and after a minute she adjusts herself to give it to me. My nose and mouth are full of the scent and taste of her, too much and not enough all at once. And that’s what I want my tongue to be for her, now that I can finally get it pressed to her clit, licking steadily.

It feels good, even through the cloth, and I set myself to keep this up until she comes. She’s moaning and moving against me quite nicely when all of a sudden she stops and pushes me away. I let her go, wondering what in hell I might have been doing wrong. But no, she’s just turning around, and oh, there’s that lovely ass right in my face. And yesyesgoddessyes, that’s her hand on my cock, and her tongue. Imagine I groan like a dying thing when she swallows me down, deep enough that I can feel the flutter of her throat as her tongue curves around the shaft.

Just have time to think that she shouldn’t have to do this, and to wonder at the way a woman’s mouth feels different from a man’s on me, not that I have much experience with either. But she’s so sweet and warm and wet around me, her cunt in my face and her mouth, her mouth moving up and down in the most perfect rhythm.

I know how to do this, how to make a man moan when I put my mouth on him, make him forget all his cares and shame, and she’s doing that for me. Here, now, my goddess has her mouth on me. Have to fight to hold still, to keep from rising up to meet her. Not my place. Remember that I should be trying to give her at least a bit of the pleasure she’s giving me, so I reach out and find her hips again, canting them so I can lick at her again.

Remember why I hate soixante-neuf as I try to concentrate and just can’t. She’s driving me mad and she knows it, maybe hears it as I gasp into her. And she would, of course she would pull off of me and turn round again, without letting me come, without sinking down on me. So, so cruel. I let my head sink back onto the fur and look up at her. We’re both panting, more so as she going back to rubbing herself on my cock. And the things she says…. So lovely of her. Want to say thank you but can’t quite speak yet. Won’t be able to ever if she keeps that up.

I’m starting to hate that little bit of silk between us, but to take it off she’d have to get off of me, and I think that would kill me just now. I’d decided to be good, but it’s so easy to reach around her and find the seams and rip them once, twice. Silk’s strong but it parts. Look up into her eyes as I do it, looking regretful as best I can manage. “I’m very, very sorry, goddess.” And toss the torn thing over the side of the bed. Part of me is really worried, because I don’t know her that well, but part of me is really interested to see what she’ll do next, how she’ll punish me for being so forward. But most of me is enjoying the slide of her, finally, skin to skin.

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It's all going so well and then he breaks the rules by ripping my panties. I finally replaced all the bras Gaueko destroyed and now Jarmyn's started on my underwear. His apology is very sweet though. Too bad it's not going to stop me from punishing him. Besides I think he'd be let down if I didn't.

He throws away what's left of my underwear and I shake my finger at him. "And here I thought you were going to behave." I quit moving my hips and angle over just enough to slap his face. I slap him again, a backhand this time before pinching his nipple and twisting it sharply. The fingernails of my free hand drag sharply over his ribs while I torture his captured nipple with a second twist. "You're going to fix those and bring them back to me the next time you see me."

Releasing his flesh from my tight grip, I softly caress him and lean over to kiss the scratches and tender red skin on his chest. I've asked for a lot of future things from him, dinner, dessert, clothing repair. They could all be empty promises but then again, he could really be serious. I kiss him and my time doing it as I teasingly rub my body against his. Sitting up, I raise my hips over his, lining his hardness with my slick wetness. I concentrate on his face as I slowly slide down, gasping the whole way.

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She moves around to face me directly, shaking her finger at me like I’m about five. I lay back, ready but loose, not going to fight back. Manage half a smile as she slaps me, twice before I can take a breath, the front of her hand and then the back. She likes sharp things, does my goddess, the warm sting on my face and the cruel pinch of her nails on my nipple. Manage to breathe through that and just take it, but then she rakes her nails down me, and I can’t help much arch up and hiss. It all hurts together, and I close my eyes and whimper, just for her.

She’s so nice to me afterwards, kissing me and soothing me, rubbing herself all over me. “Yes, goddess.” Can finally speak, though it’s half-gasped. I reach one hand up to cover my face, biting my lip hard. Glad I can sew well enough to mend things.

Don’t have time to think about needles and thread long, because she’s arranged herself over me again, and I know what’s coming, though I can hardly bring myself to watch her slow slide down onto my cock. So she does want to fuck me, just me, like this, smooth and hard. I gather myself to find some kind of rhythm to rise up and meet her as she rides me, my teeth still set hard in my lip. Have to hold on, though it feels good enough to make me fall apart right there.

If I could ask one thing, it would be that she hold me down while she’s having me, but I can’t find words. What I can do is reach for her hands and guide them to my shoulders and press them there. Hope she’ll understand. I need this to feel like something being done to me, something wanted but not asked for. Don’t want it even entering my head that this is something I’m doing to her. Need my goddess to take her pleasure from me here on her fur, for herself, with her hands on me hard enough to bruise and her cunt wringing everything it can from my cock. Do need that, and pray she knows.

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There's a fleeting twinge and I swipe my nails across his flat stomach, smiling as he bucks underneath me. I begin a steady rhythm and he's with me, following right along. It's been a while since I was last with a man and even longer since I was with someone like Jarmyn. Even then, it wasn't close to this and I tweak him again before picking up the tempo. He guides my hands to his shoulders, letting me know without words what he's hoping for.

I smirk at him and press down while curving my nails into the his skin. And since I have better leverage, I bear down harder and faster, relishing every groan and gasp he makes. Desire and tension pools low in my belly and it's doesn't take long after that before I'm slipping over the edge, shuddering and crying out in ecstasy. Squeezing Jarmyn's shoulders hard, I'm hanging on for dear life as I call his name and in a strained voice, I say, "Now, eivind. Come with me."

Collapsing on top of him, I wrap my arms around him. I laugh and smile wide as I whisper, "That was fantastic. You were fantastic."

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She does take my meaning, so perfectly, pressing me down hard into the fur. Let my eyes close tight and just feel: her weight and the sting of her nails and herself so, so tight around me. Couldn’t have her off me if I wanted to, and I want nothing of the kind, not for the world and everything in it. Can still move my hips a little, though, so I catch her rhythm and follow it.

Hear the sharp little noises she makes and find my teeth are still set on my lip, one pain in the mix of everything I’m feeling. Well enough, then. It’s some help to me trying to hold on, to match her and meet her but not to take my own release until she gives the word.

She cries out a little, and I can feel her clench around me. Ache to join her. That’s…that’s my name, though, and her name for me. And that’s more than permission. That’s a call, so I follow my goddess down, giving her this thing too as she calls it from me. Everything falls in around me, and I taste blood as I come, thinking of her hands holding me down. Can’t breathe.

And then I can, all of a sudden, can’t seem to do anything but breathe, though it’s a little hard with her weight still on me. Her arms, warm and slim, come up around my neck, and I lift mine to hold her tight against me. “God—Goddess. Verdandi. Oh, sweet.” I’m just babbling, all the things you say after you come, when there aren’t any words for how good it felt. Well, fantastic, yeah. She said it was fantastic. And smile at that, blood on my mouth. Oh, Verdandi.

I want to say her name, pray it, over and over again. “Just—just give me a minute, please.” Scrub a hand hard over my face, trying to collect myself. Feel tired and alive and sore. “Stay on top of me, that’s good.”

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My name sounds like lovely when he says it like that and I hold him tight when he asks for a minute, happy to stay where he wants. I gently caress the scratches and bruises in reach as I ask, "Are you alright?" I pepper his jawline with soft kisses before kissing his lips and tasting blood. I don't want to mention that it tastes good because what would he think if I did? Instead I kiss him again, lapping once or twice at the metallic tang before laying my head back on quick rise and fall of his chest.

Toying gently with his battered nipple, I smile and ask, "Did you always like it this way? The sex, I mean. Did you always like it rough?" The tattoo on his chest is clearly visible and I make out the name Miranda. "And if you don't mind me asking, who's Miranda? She must be special if you carry her name over your heart." It could be a sister or maybe his mother. I think it's more than that but he could lie and I'd never know it.

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She stays right where she is, pressed against me, while I try to pull myself together. Feel like I’ve melted into the bed, the fur soft beneath me and her soft on top of me. Can just barely nod when she asks me am I all right. Better than. She’s very sweet with me, giving me little kisses and touching so gently where she hurt me. Moan a little when she kisses me, because my lip stings something dreadful, but then she licks at it a little, like she likes the taste of blood, and I smile. Don’t really have words for this woman and the way she makes me feel. Goddess. Well, that’s a word, and it’s a start, I guess.

I squirm a little as she flicks at my nipple, still so sore, but then she asks me about what I like in bed, and I can’t help grinning. It’s on the tip of my tongue to answer her, but then she asks after Miranda, too, and my smile sort of sticks in my throat. But I owe her an answer, and a true one, for all she’s done for me. Still have to think how to put it, though. “I…she was.” And have to think about her now, sharp tongue and sharp fingers and blonde hair everywhere. “She asked me would I marry her, and I had this put down for my answer.” There, that’s easy enough to say. “But…nothing came of it.”

It’s an old hurt, almost comfortable now, and I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that she asked, with the ink right in front of her. Still, I feel like curling up and hiding my face in the fur. Blink a couple times and look up at the ceiling and try to stop thinking and just feel her on me, Verdandi, here. Goddess.

Need to find something else to talk about, or things will get awkward. She did ask me about my preferences and that’s easier to talk about. Can even smile a little. “And this wasn’t rough.” I reach down and cup her ass in both my hands, pulling her into me. “Rough is you hit me until your hand gets tired and then you have your way with me hard, making me do everything just the way you like. Making me beg.” It comes to me that she might think I don’t have a good time, just now, from what I’m saying, so I kiss the top of her head and smooth my hands up her back. “But this was so good. So very, very good. Goddess.” Feel kind of shy of calling her that now, though I don’t know why I should.

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When I lick the blood from his lips, he moans and I give him a soft smile. He does like it and it makes me wonder about what he said earlier about blood. No blood-letting from me but whatever blood he sheds on his own is okay. I'll remember that for next time.

I ask him about Miranda and he's shy as he talks about it, telling me, "She asked me would I marry her, and I had this put down for my answer. But…nothing came of it." I give him a sad look and don't stop caressing him. "That makes me sad and glad at the same time," I say gently. "Sad because it troubles you, and glad because if you married her, you wouldn't be here with me now. I like it better like this."

He goes back to my question about sex for him and surprises me when he says, "And this wasn’t rough." I smile and it turns into a giggle when he clutches my backside, pulling me tighter against him. He describes his version of rough and I laugh, pinching him lightly. "If I hit you until my hand hurt, we'd be here a long time. I'm used to lugging barrels and equipment, and I'm a lot stronger than I look."

Twirling patterns on his chest with my fingers, I say, "So, I know that all the spots I've hit you so far were okay with you, but is there somewhere I shouldn't?" I give him a flirty smile, continuing, "And I really liked when you begged. You do it very prettily and I liked the way it made me feel..." I take his hand, slipping it low between us and add, "Here."

I let go of his hand and it slides over my spine as he gives me another kiss, this time on the top of my head. I like the compliment he gives me and I like the title he says even more. "You say that well, 'Goddess'. It's been a long time since anyone said it the way you do and I hope you don't stop anytime soon. My name sounds pretty in your mouth too. Where have you been hiding all this time, eivind."

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I mind what she says about being sad and happy both, but I put it away in my head, because if I start thinking about Miranda and what happened, and compare what I could have had to what I have now…well, it wouldn’t be right, not when I’m here in her bed. It wouldn’t help.

Glad when she takes up talking about lighter things, and grin because she works for a living, same as me. “Know you’re stronger.” And Goddess, I love it. “But I think I could take anything you wanted to give.” And that’s a challenge thrown down, but lightly, for whenever she sees fit to take it up. I’m sure it’ll be a good night.

Oh, so nice of her to ask where she shouldn’t hit. Practical, too. I put my arms around her lower back, grasping so my thumbs press into her stomach. “Not here, because anything with weight could hurt things inside. Not my face, with anything but your hand. Uh, not below my knees.” She’d have seen the scar by now. Think a minute, and then add, “I want to thank you for the care you’re taking with this. With me.” Because I think she could really, really harm me if she took it into her head. “Some people wouldn’t. Haven’t.” And leave it at that. I can show her I’m grateful. Don’t need to go on and on.

Talking of begging, next. I let her take my hand and put it between us, into the wet, sticky heat. And just kiss her again, because what can you say to that? Glad she knows what I mean about this time being good even though it wasn’t so rough, giving me so many compliments I don’t know how to answer, even. She asks me where I’ve been hiding, and I can’t even smile. Feel like a pitcher filled to the brim. “Been on the road, mostly. Sometimes it feels like I’ve been walking for ten years straight.” And why I should choke on saying that, I don’t know. Try to swallow past the lump in my throat, thinking about how I like not being tied down, not answering to anyone for where I go.

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"Know you’re stronger. But I think I could take anything you wanted to give." I smile when he says that. "Maybe you could." He can't. "We might try it one day." It'll never happen.

I ask where I shouldn't hit him and he tells me. I can hit him in more spots than I thought I would and I nod, filing it away for next time. He's very sweet when he thanks me for looking out for him, continuing, "Some people wouldn’t. Haven’t." I hug him, replying, "I'm sorry they hurt you that way. Those people aren't here right now so you don't have to worry anymore. I won't treat you like that."

I compliment him and I can tell that he likes it even if he doesn't say too much about it. That happiness is gone though when he says, "Been on the road, mostly. Sometimes it feels like I’ve been walking for ten years straight."

"Ten years is a long time to walk." I glance at him, petting his cheek as I ask, "How long have you been traveling? I was traveling for more years than I can remember before I came to Excolo. I was happy to find somewhere to settle down and a town with electrically sounded good to me." My smile widens. "The area was rich with everything I needed to make mead and the Tavern building was for sale. It's almost like I was meant to stop and stay here, so I did."

I lay my head on his chest and say, "If you're hungry, we could get some food from the kitchen. I know you didn't get to eat much." And I giggle, remembering our scene at the dining table. "Nothing that would fill your stomach anyway."

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She’s just so nice, hugging me and petting me and talking, not asking questions I don’t want to answer or passing judgment. Feel like I could stay here forever with her lying atop me. And maybe that’ll be tonight. Right now, while I can still keep my eyes open, I need to think of how to answer the things she’s said, the grace she’s shown me.

She’s said she won’t hurt me in ways I don’t want to be. So kiss her and tell her, “I trust you. Trust you and Verite, both.” Because saying that without mentioning Ri seems…wrong. “I’d like to have something with the two of you, if I could. The three of us together?” Goddess, that I should be so lucky. “Need to mend things with her, and ask her too, but…I’d like that.” Like is too small a word, but it’s what I can say.

And then she asked me how long I’ve been traveling. “Left home when I was sixteen. Well, ran, really. Haven't stayed longer than a year anywhere since then. So yeah, ten years.” It feels like longer and no time at all, both together. Glance over the edge of the bed and can’t see my belt. Mine, trophy taken.

She says she was traveling for more years than she can remember, though she can’t be older than I am, can she? But not going to question her story, not with all she’s done for me. Hear her say meant to stop and stay here and think of Lucien saying all roads lead. I have found good here, for all the strangeness.

Can’t think of anything to say about that, but she’s moving, asking me if I want something to eat. I have to think about whether or not I’m hungry, which just goes to show how good things are for me right now. “That’d be good.” Say it slowly. “But in a minute. I’d just…like to stay here with you now for a little.” Could be ready to go again sometime soon, too, if she wants, but something to eat first would be nice.

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"I trust you. Trust you and Verite, both. I’d like to have something with the two of you, if I could. The three of us together? Need to mend things with her, and ask her too, but…I’d like that."

I'd like someone to trust me and I say, "I'd like something with the two of you too. She's adorably sweet and sexy, and I don't see why we can't." I smile. "You said that you and her needed some space. Do you think it something you can't fix?"

We talk about how long we've both been traveling and he tells me that he left home at sixteen. "Where I come from sixteen-year-olds are adults. Men have conquered tribes and become kings by that age. Your life sounds like it wasn't always a happy one. Where were some of the places you stopped at? Did you like any of them more than here?"

I ask if he's hungry and he says, "That’d be good. But in a minute. I’d just…like to stay here with you now for a little."

"I don't mind staying here. It's warm and you smell good." I laugh gently and continue, "There's food for when you're hungry. So what do you do for fun? Besides sex, I mean."

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So glad she’s up for making something between the three of us. I think Ri might like the idea of it, if I can just make things up with her. If I can just say the right thing this time. But now I’m here with Verdi, by her leave, and need my head here too, not off worrying. “If she wants it fixed, we’ll fix it.” That I’m certain of. “And…it might help, having a third. I work most nights, and she gets up early.” From what I gather, Verdi makes her own hours, brewing and tending bar and socializing. Don’t think for a minute she isn’t busy, but maybe where she wants time, she can make it. And Ri adores her, that’s clear enough. Verdi’d take good care of her.

Haven’t told many people about the way I left home, or when, and none of them answered me like she does, talking about going to war and becoming kings. She goes on, asking questions, but they’re gentle ones. “Never did anything like that. Been in my share of fights, though, and managed to come out mostly in one piece.” The scars are there if she wants to look. “Just started out going south, because I figured it’d be warmer. West, too, sometimes. Don’t like to stay too long in one place, though.” And why is maybe an explanation for another time. “Excolo’s good for now.”

She doesn’t mind staying here, she says, adding all kinds of nice things, and asking what I do for fun. Reminds me of Valmont telling me to relax. Well, she doesn’t. I gather her up against me tighter, rearranging the little black top she’s still mostly wearing so I can run my hands over the smooth skin of her back. “Sleeping’s fun, and eating’s fun. Like to cook, like to drink. Like to work, really. Don’t know what I’d do with myself otherwise.”

My stomach picks then to growl, and I shift a little under her. “You wouldn’t happen to have any oranges in, would you?” Not too shy to ask for that. And if she makes me earn them, so much the better. We untangle ourselves slowly, both of us smiling. I’d expected a bit of a mess, because that’s just part of sex, but looking down I can see blood on her thighs.

Takes a minute for me to think through the couple things that could mean. “Are you all right?” She hasn’t been acting like I caused her pain, though it wasn’t gentle lovemaking. “Or…have you done this before, Verdi?” She seemed so sure of what she was doing, but I’d know there are a lot of things you can do in bed that aren’t that. Maybe she’s mostly been with women, or something. I sit up and search her face, a little flattered, but mostly just confused as hell.

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He sounds like he wants to talk to Ri as he says, "If she wants it fixed, we’ll fix it. And…it might help, having a third. I work most nights, and she gets up early."

"Yes, having someone around is nice. I like that and both of you are always welcome here. I wouldn't mind going to Ri's house either. Does she have room for the three of us?" I think about how much time I spend at work and say, "I'm on the schedule a lot lately but I'm off late at night and I don't have to be in until mid-afternoon. I think we could work something out so all of us get to see each other regularly."

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