She might not want a reminder after this night was through. “Probably, but it would cost a fortune.”
“I have a fortune.”
He shrugged. “ ’Tis time to try something different,” he said then.
Drifa jerked, having just realized he stood behind her, very close. “How different?” she squeaked out. “Will it be perverted?”
“Drifa, Drifa, Drifa, what is it with you and perverted?” He forced her arms to her sides and wrapped his arms around her waist. “But, yea, this time it will be perverted, by some people’s standards.”
She made a small whimpering sound, but did not argue with him. She’d learned that he liked overcoming her arguments.
“Look how nice we look together, Drifa.”
“We are naked!”
“That is the best part.”
“I do not think I will ever forget the things you made me do tonight.”
“Uh-uh! You do not get away with blaming it all on me. I may have led you on a sensual journey, but you were with me in the end. Besides, I like the memory pictures we are creating.”
“You would.”
“Lean your head back to my shoulder and put your hands behind your back,” he said then.
“Why?”
“And do not talk. You are my sex thrall, remember. You must do as your master bids.”
She rolled her eyes, but did as he asked. Before she realized what he was about, he tied her wrists together with a scarf.
Her posture caused her back to arch and her breasts to push forward. The nipples were flushed and erect from his earlier ministrations. Still, he pinched them, then soothed them with soft caresses of his palms.
“The thing I would have you learn in this bout of sexplay is that there is a fine line betwixt pain and pleasure. When you are aroused, as you are now, your breasts and other erotic spots on your body respond to both. For example, I am about to put some jewelry on you which should demonstrate perfectly.”
He reached down to the chest at his feet and took out two small gold rings. They were made of gold so thin it was malleable. He put one on her right breast and pinched it tight, and then tighter so that the nipple was encircled totally by the wire, leaving a small loop below.
“Ouch!” she said, and tried to struggle out of his arms, which caused her breasts to bounce and the pressure on her nipple ring to dig in farther.
“Some women, and even men, have their nipples pierced to hold the rings, but I would not do that to you.”
“You’re hurting me,” she complained.
“Shhh. It will be fine in a moment.” He did the same to the other nipple before she realized what he was about.
“You look beautiful, Drifa. Look how much bigger your nipples are now, and red as cherries.”
“First pomegranates and now cherries. What next?”
“This,” he said, “a little syrup for your cherries.”
He took a stopper from a small vial of oil and dribbled it on her breasts, then worked it in with his fingertips. “How does that feel?”
She refused to answer but her beautiful eyes were glazed and her nostrils flared with rising enthusiasm. His enthusiasm was rising, too, and pressing against the cleft of her buttocks.
“You can wear these nipple rings when I am gone, under your gunna, to remind you of me.”
She made a snorting sound that translated to Not in a Norse lifetime. He would wager she would be tempted, though.