Page 14 of Ravager

He reached down for her dress, one he had found for her in one of the room’s trunks, and lifted it from her legs.

Cherine rocked back and forth with muffled sobs, trying to get him to stop what she thought was coming, but he didn’t. He kept rolling the dress back slowly, like he was unwrapping a present, until her lower body was naked and exposed.

He sucked in a breath at the sight. Even though he had been bathing her the night before and had seen the springy hair between her legs, hinting at the forbidden flesh beneath, this was different. Last night, Erik struggled to keep his lust in check. This time, he was going to let it loose—he was going to get her to want him.

He slowly lowered himself, keeping his eyes fixed on hers. He placed his hands on her soft, white thighs and let out a slight moan of approval. She could do nothing but flinch at his touch.

He kept staring intently at her, willing her to relax, willing her to trust him. Of course, she wouldn’t. Her green eyes looked murderous and, underneath that, betrayed. It stung, but Erik had no choice but to keep going.

With extreme deliberation, his fingers trailed up her inner thigh, and she tried desperately to clamp them shut. She strained at the ropes but couldn’t break them, and her legs stayed held apart. She was completely immobile, completely helpless, at the mercy of a Viking.

He stopped when he touched her lower curls, taking a moment to lazily twirl his fingers in the short, soft length. Herbody was tense all over, and she jerked at every press of his fingers.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, his voice lower and dripping with lust. His cock had become so hard, even the light pressure of the chair against it was nearly enough to make him lose it. “But you might scream.”

He couldn’t tell if the darkness that came over Cherine’s eyes was one of confusion at his choice of words, of fear, or even of her own deep desires. He took his index finger and slowly put it in his mouth, pulling it out when it was dripping with saliva. He gently trailed it down through her hair until it met the soft cleft. She took in a gasp of air, and he kept going, pressing his wet finger downwards, pushing apart the lips until he found her clit. With her legs tied spreadeagle, there was nothing she could do to stop him.

With his eyes still searching hers, he began rubbing her nub in rolling fashion, putting only the faintest of pressure there. He kept at it, watching her until she briefly closed her eyes. He noticed she was growing swollen and slick, and he increased the pressure of his finger.

“Are you a virgin, Cherine?” he asked in a hoarse voice. Her eyes flashed in response. “Don’t worry. I won’t be fixing that if you are,” he attempted to reassure her. “I’ll keep that intact. Only that.”

He withdrew his finger and crouched down. He placed his hands underneath her warm bottom and lifted it until his face was buried in her. The scent of her musk and the traces of lavender were like a tonic to him, and it took all his will to deny himself getting off. He had to ensure she got off first. Only then it was his time.

He breathed in deep then opened his mouth and let his tongue circle around the edges of her folds, teasing them. He felt her stiffen under his mouth, her ass rigid in his hands, but hekept going. He teased and teased, long thin strokes of his tongue, until he finally licked along her clit. She stiffened again and cried out, but even with the rope blocking her mouth, he could tell it wasn’t a cry of horror. It was one of shock. Virgin or not, this was entirely new to her.

He pressed a bit harder and began swiping his wide, thick tongue up and down from clit to cunt, occasionally plunging the tip into her. Cherine stopped stiffening as her hips began to rock into his mouth. Her cries went from shock to something deeper, something basic. She grew wetter, her clit plumper, and she opened like a flower in his mouth. He drank in her exquisite taste, a taste finer than any wine.

It didn’t take long for Cherine’s hips to start bucking, and she spasmed with muffled cries. Her legs and arms pulled at the restraints, every part of her body yearning to let go. He kept his lips on her until the orgasm slowed its course. Only then did he reach down and begin to stroke himself. He didn’t care if she found it perverse or not. He didn’t care about much in that moment.

He had turned away, trying to be somewhat decent, when Cherine cried out. He stopped and looked at her, surprised to find pleading eyes beneath her dropping lids. She motioned at him with a twist of her head, her chest heaving.

Erik wasn’t quite sure what she asked for, but it seemed like she wanted to watch him do it in front of her, where she could see it. He supposed it was only fair.

As he wasn’t an exhibitionist like Rolf, Erik had never pleasured himself in front of a woman before. He swallowed hard, enjoying the taste of her still on his tongue, then turned around to face her. One of his hands was wrapped in a hard ring around his cock, hidden by the folds of the skirt. She made an upward motion with her head as her eyes flamed deviously.

She wanted to see.

He raised his brow at her, gauging her intent. Satisfied, he flipped up the skirt and showed her how large and hard he was. She didn’t smile—that was nearly impossible with a rope in her mouth—but he could swear her eyes encouraged him.

It wasn’t much of a show. Erik’s grip on his cock grew tighter, pressed harder, worked faster, and in a minute, his legs were shaking. His eyes rolled back in his head as a thick stream of cum came pouring out of him onto the floor. In the throes of his orgasm, he noted he had the decency to at least aim away from her. That was always a fantasy of his, but the last thing he wanted would be to chance humiliating her.

When the last drop was milked out of him, he pulled down his skirt and deftly avoided Cherine’s eyes. There was something so vulnerable and exposed about pleasuring yourself in front of another person. Perhaps that was why Cherine wanted to see it.

To make things even.

He cleared his throat and looked back around the room, trying to bring his thoughts together in a coherent manner. As much as he was afraid she’d try and fight him off, to escape, he couldn’t leave her as she was, tied up and half naked. Besides, they had somewhere to go.

He untied her legs first, preparing for another kick, but she was done fighting. Even when her hands were free, she only pulled down her dress and went back to sitting in the chair, staring at him.

He freed her mouth next. She stretched it in a few wide yawns, relishing the release and fighting the cramp in her jaw.

She straightened up in the chair and looked Erik dead in the eyes.

No, she wasn’t going anywhere.

Chapter 9

Cherine