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After she saves the life of Prince Anders, the Viking warrior who took her as his captive and tamed both her body and her heart, nineteen-year-old Princess Aurelie of Donrose knows that she can never return home again. She will belong to Anders forever, as his bride and his possession, destined to be used and enjoyed as thoroughly, shamefully, and often as he pleases. Though Anders has proven many times that he is more than willing to punish her bare bottom harshly for any disobedience, with war fast approaching between her brother and her husband, Aurelie puts her own life in danger in the hopes of making peace. But when her reckless gamble goes wrong, can Anders rescue his headstrong young wife before any harm comes to her? The Viking’s Possession is the sequel to The Viking’s Conquest, but can be read as a stand-alone novel. It includes spankings, and sexual scenes, including some scenes of sexual humiliation. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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I land on the bed, eyelids flickering open and closed as the spasms of pleasure continue to overpower me. Anders shifts his weight on the bed over me, and as my lids fully open, I see him come into view over my face. His gaze is compelling and holds me to bed every inch as much as his body had done before. “Roll onto your belly,” he commands me, lifting his body weight to give me enough room to spin as instructed. Once I am in place, he lowers his hard body over my own, spreading my legs apart with his knees. I know just what he will do next, and as though it is some unspoken agreement between us, the edge of his large erection nudges at my wet, exposed sex. “I need you,” he murmurs, his mouth whispering into my right ear. “Take me,” I reply, twisting my head to acknowledge his words. His lips find my own, capturing my mouth in his kiss as he plunges slowly into my empty channel. The scent of my own desire wafts over me, and the reality that his mouth has just pleasured me leaves me overwrought. Between our legs his hard length fills me right up to his testicles. The depth and intensity of the act the clearest sign of his possession of me yet. My mind whirls at the sensation, my mouth opening into a silent ‘o’ as he withdraws, and then slams back into me again. There are no words between us now – language seemingly lacking the coherence required to elaborate such a connection. His mouth falls to my neck, nipping and kissing my nape as his groin flexes forward, penetrating me over and over, pushing me into a frenzy of desire. I want to speak, to call out, to demonstrate somehow the way his passion makes me feel, but I simply cannot find the will. His hardness pinions me there, grazing my nub into a flurry of new excitement, despite its recent satisfaction. I notice that his thrusts have become shorter, and more insistent, and I gaze back at Anders, marvelling at the look of agonised ecstasy on his handsome face.

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After she saves the life of Prince Anders, the Viking warrior who took her as his captive and tamed both her body and her heart, nineteen-year-old Princess Aurelie of Donrose knows that she can never return home again. She will belong to Anders forever, as his bride and his possession, destined to be used and enjoyed as thoroughly, shamefully, and often as he pleases. Though Anders has proven many times that he is more than willing to punish her bare bottom harshly for any disobedience, with war fast approaching between her brother and her husband, Aurelie puts her own life in danger in the hopes of making peace. But when her reckless gamble goes wrong, can Anders rescue his headstrong young wife before any harm comes to her? The Viking’s Possession is the sequel to The Viking’s Conquest, but can be read as a stand-alone novel. It includes spankings, and sexual scenes, including some scenes of sexual humiliation. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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“You will keep that phallus in place until I tell you otherwise.” His body shifts and his face comes into view over my bound body. “Do you understand?”

I’m nodding even before I’ve had time to process his question. This is what Anders does to me. He takes my usual clear-headed wilfulness and turns it to mush. I can argue, I can push and protest, but in the end, I know I will always submit to this man. “Yes, I understand, my Lofðungr,” I murmur.

He nods, smiling as he leans down to plant a chaste kiss on my panting mouth. “Now, let me pleasure you some more…”

His body slips from view and I squirm needlessly in my ropes. It’s like I cannot keep still because I know now what he has in mind. He doesn’t want to pleasure me at all, he only wants to build me up to the brink of ecstasy, before abandoning the pursuit. He wants to torture me with denial—that is my punishment. As his mouth descends to my pulsating sex once more, I’m overwrought with misery. His ministrations are amazing, his tongue flicking over my excited nib at perfect intervals, whilst the phallus fills my ass in its hard and denigrating way.

Within a moment I am right there again. My mind reels, and I consciously try to control my breathing, reasoning that I can fool Anders. Perhaps if I don’t make my burgeoning pleasure so obvious, I can trick him into thinking I am not at the brink. Perhaps I can achieve my orgasm after all? The idea gives me a glimmer of hope. I close my eyes, willing myself to remain as calm as I can in light of his merciless pursuit of my suffering, but oh, Gods, it’s just too good. Before I know what is happening I am panting again, my nipples beading painfully as Anders takes me right to the brink, before—inevitably—stopping short of allowing me to climax.

This time I screech in frustration, not caring what the consequences of my outburst will be. Damn him! Damn this man who has captured me in just about every way possible. It’s as though this Viking can read my mind, and he knows instinctively when I am about to explode. He is the only man who has ever known me carnally, and it seems he is truly at one with my body.

“Now, now, Aurelie,” he tells me, admonishing me in a gleeful way. “What did I warn you about that pretty little mouth?”

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It’s midweek, and that means it’s time for another exclusive snippet from my forthcoming new release, The Viking’s Possession. In this scene, Aurelie awaits Anders’ verdict about her latest punishment…

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Trapped in the confines of his bedcovers, I eye the implement in his hands with trepidation. It’s a lash, much like the one he has used on me before, and memories of those times flood my brain, my mouth drying in an instant. “My Lofðungr, please,” I say, the plea out before I even have time to think. “Do I really deserve such a penance?”

He reaches the opposite edge of the bed, smiling. “Is it for you to decide how your punishment is delivered?”

I shake my head, fear and arousal combining to make me feel giddy. “No, my Lofðungr,” I whisper.

He drops to the covers below, his weight reverberating up the length of the bed to where I sit, curled into something of a ball. “You have no reason to fear me, Aurelie,” he smiles. “After everything which has transpired between us, do you really think I could cause you any real harm?”

I blink away the tears that have collected in my eyes, once more shaking my head at his question. “No,” I sniff, watching him as he slides further up the bed toward me. “But please remember, my Lofðungr, you hold all of the cards here. These are your chambers, your town—your people. I am but a foreigner here—an alien—your most recent conquest.”

His tongue darts from his mouth, licking his lower lip in an unconscious way. “Au-re-lie,” he murmurs in that way that makes me belly clench and my sex yearn for him. “You know me better than this now, no?” He poses it as a question, yet gives me no time to respond. “I do not bring women back to my castle—not ever—not until you.”

There is silence for a moment as I absorb his words.

“I have done a great many things which I am not proud of,” he continues. “I have humiliated and treated you unfairly…” Here he pauses, his gaze intense as we both recall the deeds to which he refers. My face begins to flame at the memory of the things that have transpired between us. “I am a devil, Aurelie. I do not deny it. Yet you saved me, my sweeting, and so now, what am I?”

I draw in a deep breath, hypnotised by his performance. “You are the prince?” I offer in a tiny voice. “You always were.”

He smiles, dismissing my answer with a small shake of his blond hair. “A prince perhaps,” he concedes, “but much more than that, Aurelie. Now I am your devil—all yours—and you are mine.”

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We made it half way through the week – phew – and I’m excited to share some news with you! My new Viking release now has a title AND a release date. The Viking’s Possession will be available on Friday, June, 8th, and I’ll be revealing the cover in the upcoming weeks.

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Anders pauses by the bed, and I watch wordlessly as he secures the end of the rope around the nearest bedpost. He turns, eyeing me salaciously as he fastens his trousers. “You shall stay put here, my love,” he coos almost gleefully.

I avoid his grinning expression, casting my eyes to my knees as I try to make myself comfortable. The rope has me leashed quite close to the post, and I only have a few inches to manoeuvre my body, so I rest on my haunches, waiting to see what Anders will do next. There’s a dark chuckle as he saunters away. I hear his footsteps against the stone floor as he moves behind me, but I don’t turn to see where he’s going. Instead, I twist left, examining the small knot that has me bound to the bedpost.

“I wouldn’t even think about that,” snorts Anders as he strides back toward the bed.

I flush at his words, swallowing hard. “I am not thinking anything, my Lofðungr,” I murmur.

He laughs at that. “Oh, Aurelie,” he chuckles. “Remember I have leashed you before. I know how your mind works.”

I know my face is colouring as Anders moves toward me, sitting himself on the edge of the bed next to where I wait. In his hands are two of the local orange fruits and a small knife.

“Let me feed you now,” he tells me sensually. He slices a piece of juicy flesh from the fruit in his palm and holds it out for me. “Come and get it, Aurelie.”

I raise my gaze to meet his expectant face. I know what he wants. He wants me to come forward and take the fruit from his fingers, like a well-trained dog. The muscles of my sex clench at the thought, and I inhale deeply. I already know I am going to do what he wants, and as my heart begins to pound inside my chest I feel my limbs begin to shift. I move slowly, falling back to all fours and edging closer to Anders’ fingers. As I approach, my lips part and I take the fruit into my mouth.

“Good girl,” he purrs in a low seductive tone. “I know you can be good, little one, because you have already been fed from my fingers before, haven’t you, Aurelie?”

I rouse at the question, swallowing the tasty flesh in my mouth. “Yes, my Lofðungr,” I whisper, feeling my face flame with embarrassment.

It is one thing to be used and humiliated this way, but to be reminded of all those previous times—of the mortifying shame of my time in the Viking camp—is too much.

“I see you do recall,” he chuckles at my response. There’s a pause as he slices more pieces of fruit. He drops one into his waiting mouth, before offering me the other. Once more I come forward onto all fours to accept the fruit.

“Lick the juices from my fingers,” he orders sensually.

Eyeing my husband briefly, I comply, allowing my tongue to lap at the tasty juice smothering his fingertips.

“How beautiful you look, my love,” he coos as he watches me. “Such a good little one, licking me clean whilst still covered in my seed.”

I swallow again, shamefully aroused by his description. Accepting the compliment as I finish cleaning his digits, I try to ignore the burning need burgeoning between my legs.

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There is little time to muse on Anders’ warning. All at once he buries his face between my outstretched thighs, and his tongue goes to work, eliciting another gasp from my mouth. My head spins as the pleasure begins to escalate. This is supposed to be a punishment, yet how can that be so? How can being worshipped by Anders this way ever be considered such a thing?

I pull against the bondage, acknowledging just how uncomfortable the position is for the first time. Having my blond god between my thighs however, provides just the right level of distraction, and I ignore the awkwardness. Instead I focus on Anders’ ministrations, revelling in each new lap of his powerful tongue.

“Oh, my Lofðungr,” I moan as the intensity builds.

I want to gyrate and increase the friction, but it’s almost impossible in my current upturned place. I open my mouth, intending to cry out again, to encourage him on, but before I can get the sounds out, Anders’ mouth vanishes.

“You’re just as divine as I recall,” he tells me playfully, as his face appears in my eye line.

I groan at Anders’ words, wishing he would just resume my pleasure, but to my frustration, he shifts his place on the bed instead. Straining my neck, I try to see what he is doing, but all I can make out is his shirt-covered torso as his attention is captured elsewhere on the bed. Now I really pull against the ropes at my wrists, my irritation at the disturbance in his ministrations growing, just as the carnality had done a few moments before.

“My Lofðungr?” I whimper, wanting his attention again.

“Patience, Aurelie,” he replies, and the tone of his voice sends me a warning. “Part of this punishment is about patience, the other is about perseverance. You must garner all the energy you have for both, my love.”

Our eyes lock again, his expression calm and in control. I want to cry out, such is my frustration. One moment I am to be punished, the next I am pleasured, and then what—what is this?

“I see my little one has enjoyed my devotion to her sweet pussy?” Anders’ chuckle fills the air around me. “Just looks at how wet you are, my sweeting.”

His fingers caress the sensitive skin around my sex, and I shiver at Anders’ touch, pushing my hips up to meet his digits as best as I can. “Oh, yes,” he continues as he slides one and then two fingers inside my wetness. “So very wet…”

The fingers inside me begin to move, fucking me slowly at first, before building in the fervour. I know I am groaning then, welcoming their exquisite intrusion as they plunder me over and over. And then, just as the pleasure becomes potent, they are gone. Anders’ digits disappear as fast as they arrived, leaving me bereft of his touch.

“Oh, please,” I mewl. “Please, my Lofðungr, fill me up.”

He laughs again, but now the sound is darker than before. Edgier. “Oh, I shall fill you up, Aurelie,” he chuckles. “Just you wait…”

His voice trails away, and all of a sudden there’s a new pressure at my wet channel. It’s not Anders’ fingers anymore, and not his magnificent cock. I can’t see the thing, but whatever it is, it’s cold as it presses against me.

I gasp at the contact, wriggling in the binds that hold me firmly in place. “My Lofðungr!” I pant. “Wh-what is it?”

“You already know, my sweeting,” Anders answers, his voice full of unrestrained glee. “You saw the implement on my palm with your own eyes.”

My memory flits back to the sleek, smooth stone object that he had pulled from the wooden chest and instinctively I tense.

“Now, now, Aurelie,” he chides me. “Relax and let it in. You will yield to this just as you surrender to me.”

I am beside myself, not wanting to be filled with this strange, foreign object, and yet wholly unable to resist the thing. Anders has me tied in such a way that I am completely powerless to prevent its intrusion. He presses the stone phallus beyond my entrance, and I feel the first inch impale me.

A desperate whimper escapes my lips as the thing invades me. “My Lofðungr!” I cry, my voice demonstrating how fearful and frustrated I am.

“Take it, my captive,” he instructs me. “You will take the phallus, first in your pussy and then, when I command it, in your dark entrance.”

His fingers, still full of my arousal, probe my ass as he speaks. One digit plunges into my most vulnerable place as the phallus continues its descent into my sex.

I pant as best I can in the bondage, trying to accept both intrusions at the same time. “Why, my Lofðungr?” I cry out. “Why must I take it?”

Both his finger and the phallus press on, eliciting a guttural moan from me. “This is part of your punishment, my sweeting,” he explains as he begins to withdraw his finger from my backside, before thrusting it back into position. “I want you to remember that I am your master. This means I will touch you whenever I please, but you, my sweeting, you will not touch me without permission. During this penance, I will control you totally. I will fill you with whatever I choose, and I will bring you right to the brink whenever I like, and you, my sweeting, do you know what you will do?”

I am barely able to follow his words at this point. The stone phallus is now tucked tightly inside me, whilst Anders’ fingers continue to fuck my ass. I am certain that if this torture continues, I will soon lose my mind. The sensations are crude and foreign, and I would gladly be rid of the stone intruder in a heartbeat, yet there’s no denying that the combination of the tight ropes at my wrists and ankles, added to my current predicament, fuel my passion. It was Anders’ mouth that roused me, but this exquisite suffering is carnality itself. I am his now—literally his to do with what he pleases. The thought is as riling as it is hedonistic.

“I do not know,” I gasp, doing my best to answer his query. “What should I do, my Lofðungr?”

He laughs again, the resonance of his breath tickling the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs. “You shall be bound and take what you are given, like a good little girl.”

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“Yes, my sweeting,” he says, his voice vibrating over me. “You have come a long way in the time you’ve been mine Aurelie, but you should not forget your place. You shall not command me, nor any man of my blood, and you certainly must learn to hold your tongue. By the time this spanking is done, I hope the point will be much clearer for you, my sweeting. Do you understand me?”

I moan at the next impact, taking a moment to absorb the pain before I answer him. “Yes, My Lofðungr,” I groan, feeling the moisture pooling between my thighs already. Whatever it is about being taken in hand by a powerful man, Anders has it in good measure. The strikes are hard, but despite the pain, I am moved by his sentiment. I have upset Anders by speaking out of turn, and I am rueful to have done so. Now, I must accept my penance, and hope I am still able to sit down when I am introduced to the King tomorrow.

He spanks me again, and again, each strike lighting a trail of fire over my backside. The sting starts to become unbearable, and I want to tell him to stop, yet I know there is little point. My Viking is the one who decides how and when to punish me, and only he will decide when my spanking is done, but oh Gods, each strike is so painful! I wonder if I can really tolerate the intensity of this spanking. I lose count after thirty strokes, feeling the outline of his palm against my bare bottom.

“Just because you are in Lundborg does not mean you have free reign to say as you wish, Aurelie,” Anders goes on, his voice hard and unrelenting. “Let each swat of my hand be a reminder of this fact to you. I am the master, and you are the captive, whatever transpires between us. Every time you overstep the line, I will be here to punish you, my sweeting. I will be here to tan this beautiful backside and correct you.”

And correct me here does, his palm impacting over and over until I am on the verge of tears.

“Please, My Lofðungr,” I whimper, wanting desperately for the spanking to be done, and for his warmth and affection to resume in its place. “Please, I have remembered, and I will remember. Please stop!”

My plea is met by Anders’ dark chuckle, and I know in an instant that my punishment is far from over.

“I do so love to hear you beg, Aurelie,” he purrs, “but no, now is not the time to stop. Your spanking only truly begins when you think you can bear no more, and rest assured my love,” he pauses to land a further three firm strikes to my sore bottom. “You will bear more for me.”

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“What to do you need, Aurelie?” He asks the question as though he reads my mind.

I need to be possessed, filled and desired. I want all memories of the last twenty-four hours to be nothing but fleeting nightmares. “You, My Lofðungr,” I admit. “I want to be loved by you again, to feel close to you.”

Anders sits up straight, pushing my body back upright with him. His erection nudges against my sex, the sensation making me moan out loud. “Then you shall have it your way, Aurelie,” he pronounces. “First I shall spank you. I will punish you, and you will feel the burn of my palm again, my sweeting.” His lips graze over my mouth as he speaks, and I squirm against his hardness, both lust and trepidation surging through me at the carnal threats he promises. “Then I shall fuck you, harder and faster than I ever have before, and only then, once you are desperate for your release, will I take you to the heights of Valhalla.”

His words leave me breathless, his eyes twinkling as he delivers his verdict. “How’s that, my love?”

I open my mouth, intending to respond, but it seems there is nothing intelligible to say. I merely nod, knowing I will yield to his desire and hoping that my eyes will deliver my capitulation.

He chuckles ominously at my performance, resting his arms on the edge of the tub, and pulling us both free of the water at once. I gasp at his strength, ending up on my knees as he stands, towering over me. His cock throbs just inches from my face, and out of instinct, I gaze north, catching Anders’ eye.

“No,” he tells me sharply, shaking his head to reinforce the point. “Now is not the time for pleasure, Aurelie. Now is the time for punishment.”

I draw back on my haunches, gulping up at him. “Yes, My Lofðungr,” I concede with a sigh. I know his mind is made up, and he is right. It is better to have the spanking over with.

Anders’ gaze narrows at the sound, and for one long moment I tense at his expression. Certain that my resignation has somehow upset him, I scurry to exit the bath and make amends, but one of his large palms appears in my eye-line. “Settle down, Aurelie,” he warns me. “Take my hand. It is perilously easy to slip and hurt yourself.”

I grab his hand at the command, eager to make skin contact with him once more. “I am sorry, My Lofðungr,” I begin, the urgency apparent in my voice. “I understand your judgement, yet I must confess to some anxiety on the subject.”

He shifts his weight in an instant, silencing me with a hard kiss. I gasp as his lips crash against mine, his tongue claiming the inside of my mouth as though it knows the truth; he owns me, mouth and all. My body responds in the way it has always done around this Viking, it yields without query. The truth is that however nervous I am, I have never been able to resist him, and I have no desire to even try anymore.

“Hush,” he orders me as he draws a few inches away. His insistent gaze locks into my eyes, and he holds me there as the water drips from my wet body. “There is no need for explanations,” he says at length, locating a nearby fur and wrapping it around my body.

I pull in a shaky breath, my body trembling as I process what now awaits me.

“Aurelie.”

My name leaves his lips like an edict, and I shiver at the delicious tone of it. This is the Anders who took me hostage, the man who had mastered and claimed me. This is the man who will take me over his knee, and make me his again.

“Breathe now and ready yourself,” he warns. “It is time I take responsibility for my wilful wife once more.”

I swallow at his words, wishing that I could speed up my punishment and arrive at my desired intimate destination at once. But my aspiration is hopeless. Experience has taught me as much. I must now endure the spanking which Anders chooses to deliver, and in my heart, I know that I deserve it.

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