The Viking’s Conquest
By Felicity Brandon.
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Stormy
Night Publications
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21st
October, 2016
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Historical,
BDSM, spanking romance
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Approximately
91,500 words
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HEA
Ending
Tags: #eroticromance #spankingromance
#BDSM #sexualhumiliation #historical #vikings
Blurbs:
Kidnapped, captured, and captivated, but who is conquering
who?
Publisher’s Blurb:
When she is left all but alone to defend her family's castle
against an army of battle-hardened Viking raiders, nineteen-year-old Princess
Aurelie of Donrose fights valiantly but is soon overcome. After her capture by
the tall, handsome leader of the northmen, Prince Anders, she is carried away
along with the rest of the spoils of conquest.
Anders makes it clear to the princess that she is now his property, to do with as he likes, and he takes pleasure in stripping her bare and putting her on display. When she defies her new master, Aurelie quickly discovers that Anders will not hesitate to spank her soundly, but to her shame the painful, humiliating punishment leaves her deeply aroused.
Bound and helpless yet burning with desire, the princess finds herself longing for the bold, dominant warrior to take her hard and thoroughly, and when she surrenders to his mastery of her body the pleasure is more intense than she would have ever thought possible. Aurelie's submission to Anders grows more complete with each passing day, but when her brothers arrive with an army to seek vengeance against their old enemy she must make a fateful choice. Will she remain loyal to her family and her people, or come to the aid of her Viking prince?
Publisher's Note: The Viking's Conquest includes spankings, sexual scenes and sexual humiliation, and more. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
Anders makes it clear to the princess that she is now his property, to do with as he likes, and he takes pleasure in stripping her bare and putting her on display. When she defies her new master, Aurelie quickly discovers that Anders will not hesitate to spank her soundly, but to her shame the painful, humiliating punishment leaves her deeply aroused.
Bound and helpless yet burning with desire, the princess finds herself longing for the bold, dominant warrior to take her hard and thoroughly, and when she surrenders to his mastery of her body the pleasure is more intense than she would have ever thought possible. Aurelie's submission to Anders grows more complete with each passing day, but when her brothers arrive with an army to seek vengeance against their old enemy she must make a fateful choice. Will she remain loyal to her family and her people, or come to the aid of her Viking prince?
Publisher's Note: The Viking's Conquest includes spankings, sexual scenes and sexual humiliation, and more. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
Author’s Synopsis:
War has come to Donrose, and with her men away, Princess
Aurelie is left to defend her castle from the impending northern invasion.
Vastly outnumbered and overpowered, brave Aurelie is soon captured and finds
herself the new prize of Anders, Prince of the Vikings. Uncertain of her
captor, and frustrated by her imprisonment, Aurelie is confused by her burgeoning
desires for the towering Anders, but when he puts the maiden over his knee to
punish her, her thirst for him threatens to spill over… How can a lady of such
high position entertain the idea of a spanking, yet alone be excited by it?
Bound, used and displayed, Aurelie’s journey of self-discovery begins as she
learns her surrender delivers not only humiliation, but also great arousal and
pleasure. With her yearning fit to burst, she yields to her new master, utterly
compelled by his dominant affections. But then, all at once – everything
changes… And now Aurelie of Donrose must make the ultimate choice and one that
she never thought possible. With Anders’ life hanging in the balance, will she
choose her family’s lands or her new found love?
Excerpt 1: first meeting (tame
content):
“Now we are alone—finally.”
Those eyes drill into me again. “Tell me, my lady, who are you really?”
I flex my fingers in front of me
and move my head, boldly meeting his gaze. “I am Aurelie of Donrose, the king’s
only daughter and certainly not your
lady.”
That wry smile cuts across his
features again. “I thought you may say that, and yet you find yourself here,
tied up on my floor and so, I rather think that you are mine?”
“I know not who you are,” I say
in the most derisory way I can muster, “and yet I promise you that I belong to
no man of the north!”
He exhales, shifting his weight
in the chair to lean against his right elbow. His big blue eyes never leave me,
eying me with an intensity I have never felt before.
I push myself upright—not as
easy as you’d think without the proper use of your hands. Sudden pain ricochets
down my left side and I squeeze my eyes shut. The sound of his movement makes
them fly open again and I recoil as I see how close he now is to my seated
position.
“You’re in pain, my lady?”
There’s genuine concern etched
across his face and for the first time I acknowledge just what a handsome face
it is. His hair is the colour of dark sand, but lighter than any I’d find on a
shore of Donrose. His skin is paler than my own and that of my kin and yet I
can see the years of experience worn into his forehead and those high
cheekbones. His chin is covered in long, dark blond hair, and then there are
those eyes… They are the colour of the deepest oceans I have read fables about,
and they swim with dark intensity.
I take a deep breath, aware
suddenly that I have been gaping at him this whole time. “I was hurt in
battle,” I whisper, barely able to sustain eye contact with him.
He nods, rising from his
crouched position and extends a muscular arm down toward me. Slowly and
tentatively I meet his hand, making skin contact with him with my bound wrists.
As the back of my hand brushes against him, we make eye contact again and an
inexplicable shiver rushes down my spine.
“Let my servants attend to your
injuries…”
I’m not sure if this is a
question or a command, but his tone is almost hypnotic, trying to quash my
defiance and make me compliant. I stand up next to him, fighting the urge to
choose an easy life and allow his devilish façade to overawe me. It would, I
realise, be all too easy to just stop fighting and consent for him to take care
of me.
Excerpt 2: chemistry (tame):
He pauses his analysis of my
chest and looks up into my eyes. His stare holds me there for a long moment and
I realise I am succumbing to his will whether I like it or not. He is the
predator—he has been all along—and I am his prey. Aurelie of Donrose, it seems,
was no match for this invader from the northlands.
“Unexpected?” he repeats.
He rises with care to a standing
position, grasping the post to his left for support. His tall frame is now
right next to me, his head skimming the silken canopy over us. He leans toward
me and presses himself against my nakedness. I gasp, closing my eyes at the
contact and yet relishing the physical closeness.
“Does that mean my captive is
warming to her new master?”
I open my eyes to find his face
right there, above me, that large mouth ready to devour its prey. “I… I don’t
know,” I whisper, looking into his eyes. There’s an honesty about my answer that
disconcerts me.
Anders shifts his weight
slightly, snaking his right hand around my body and skimming my behind. Once
there he grabs my left cheek and holds me, using my own body to pull me closer
to him. My throbbing wet centre, already pushed forward by the bondage holding
my ankles in place, nestles against his clothed right thigh.
“You are not sure, Aurelie, or
you are just too afraid to say?”
I blush at his accurate analysis
of the situation, dropping my eyes from his gaze. His hand rises north, leaving
my ass and taking me by surprise. Anders uses each long digit to trace lines up
the left side of my body, pausing at the curve of my bosom, and then finally
reaching the side of my face. Once here, the hand tips my chin upward to meet
his eye line, holding it in place once he is satisfied with the position.
He eyes me intently and I
realise that he is expecting an answer.
“Too afraid…”
Excerpt 3: a warning (moderate
content):
Leaving my empty goblet, I slide
from the soft pile at his order. I can already feel the desire bursting from
between my thighs as I fall to all fours and begin my crawl to where he has
seated himself.
“We will begin as before—you
will be spanked over my knee—but this time there will be little pleasure in it
for you, my captive. I intend to hurt you—to mark that pretty little behind—and
make you unable to sit properly for some time.”
I am back by his feet as he
concludes and warily, I raise my eyes as he finishes the sentence. I know I am
not hiding the terror in my face and yet still I am compelled to carry
on—submitting myself to him in this way for our mutual need. He catches my hair
in his left hand and pulls it into a rough ponytail, again drawing my head
back.
“When my hand is aching from
tanning your backside, I will bind you to the bedpost and continue to thrash
you with my strap. Do you understand?”
He eyes me wildly and for a
moment I am too afraid to even respond. I have to swallow hard again to find my
voice.
“Please, my Lofðungr,” I say shakily. “I do not know if I can bear such a
punishment?”
He never takes his eyes from me
as he answers. “You can and you will, my sweeting,” he says. “You will submit
to me in this way as a sign of your true desire to be mine.”
I close my eyes at his words,
understanding for the first time his real intention. He means not just to
punish me, but to mark and possess me in some meaningful way. To make me his
again in the way that our coupling had done before. As I open my eyes again and
see him standing over me, there are tears but also a new acceptance.
I nod my head as best I can
whilst he is still holding my hair in his fist. “I will bear it,” I say, my
voice breaking.
He leans in toward me, his face
just an inch from mine, those blue pools burning into me. “You will bear it,”
he replies, his hot breath against my face, “and I will love you for it.”
Excerpt 4: interaction (moderate):
I press my face into his cold
skin, immersing myself in the smell of the man who has so fundamentally changed
me. He twists his head left again, watching me.
“If these chains were to
disappear, I would tan that beautiful backside for you for that comment.”
His tone is low, sending a
shiver through me. I feel my breath quicken at his words, imagining me sprawled
over his strong lap, my skirts tossed over my torso as he administers my
spanking. I clench the moistening muscles between my legs, acknowledging how
good the idea sounds. His eyes sparkle as they assess my responses.
“You would like that too,
wouldn’t you, my captive?” he probes.
I swallow hard, knowing that
even in this gloom, Anders will notice my colour rising from my neck to my
cheeks.
“Yes,” I murmur, transfixed by
him even in this new role reversal.
“Have you missed me?” he asks,
moving his arms in the metal chains above us. “Have you missed my discipline?”
“You
know I have,” I reply, not daring to take my eyes from his blue orbs.
Excerpt 5: spanking (adult content):
“Drop the fruit. I want to hear
your voice whilst you’re spanked.”
In a moment of uncharacteristic
obedience, I widen my mouth a fraction and release the soft flesh of the fruit.
I watch as it falls the short distance to the floor underneath me, along with a
humiliating quantity of my drool. Relief washes over my jaw as it can now
finally relax, although I wonder what Anders will have in mind for me next.
“Good,” he says from over me.
“Now tell me, do you know why you are to be spanked?”
I flinch as he vocalises my
predicament, as though hearing it out loud somehow reaffirms the sheer ignominy
of it.
“I…” I pause, trying to make
myself say the words. “I am to be spanked because I spilled your drinks, my Lofðungr,” I say eventually.
“True,” Anders replies, slapping
the cheeks of my behind. The impact is not hard, but is just enough to wake the
flesh around the area, summoning the blood there and sending the message to me:
this is mine. “And why did you spill
the drinks, Aurelie? What function were you serving?”
I cringe inwardly, knowing he
intends to revel fully in my disgrace. “I was your table,” I say in the
smallest voice possible.
“My what?” he asks, raising his
voice. “I have never known the lady be so coy before this moment!”
“Your table, my Lofðungr,” I reply, pushing back the
humiliated emotion that threatens to surface.
“Yes!” he cries, finally satisfied
with my answer. “A table for holding my refreshments. You had one purpose only:
to hold the tray of drinks and Aurelie, you failed, my sweeting. You failed in
the most spectacular fashion!”
The old indignation rises in me.
“I am no table!” I spit, my voice now full of venom.
He lands a hard smack against my
upturned cheeks, the sound swilling around my head before the sting of the
impact even registers.
“You are mine!” he says evenly.
“Mine to do whatever I please with. The sooner you come to learn this, the
easier your new life will be, my lady.”
He smacks me again; not
full-throttle this time, but I know he means it. I take a sharp intake of
breath at the impact, willing the pain to be done so that I may experience a
little of that odd arousal the previous spanking had produced. A further three
smacks ensue. The loud sound of his palm connecting with my flesh echoes
through the confines of his quarters. I lie here over his knee, forced to
accept this new dynamic: Anders, the foreign invader, now apparently the master
of me. A man who can chain me up, and use me as furniture at his will.
I push against the pain as he
spanks me again. The sheer force of my own obstinate pride somehow makes the
process easier, although there’s no denying it does hurt. My behind feels red
and inflamed already and I have no idea how long Anders intends to keep me
here.
“Are you beginning to
understand?” His voice booms from someplace over my head. It sounds oddly
distant to my ears.
“Yes, my Lofðungr,” I say through gritted teeth as yet another smack lands
across both cheeks, but even as I speak I know I do not mean it.
“Tell me then. Let me hear your
learning, Aurelie. What are you?”
He pauses the spanking, perhaps
to allow me to speak and I take a deep breath. Can I really say these things
just to appease him? I consider my position: naked, chained, and over his lap.
What choice do I have?
“I am yours, my Lofðungr,” I say, trying to detach
myself from the words.
“My what?” he says, stroking the
hot area he has punished.
I bite hard on my lip again,
despising him for reducing me to this. “Your property!” I spit the last word
out as though it threatens to choke me if I keep it inside.
“Hmm,” says Anders and I swear I
can hear him smiling. “Better—but I do not believe that you mean it. Not yet
anyway…”
He draws my body back a few
inches from the hips, so that my aching core rises from his hard body and I am
effectively bent over him from the waist.
“Spread your legs,” he says
softly.
With extreme reluctance I move
myself into this new, even more humiliating pose. My breasts, previously
crushed under my weight, are now freed and swing softly beneath me. My face is
also now less concealed and I unwittingly catch his smiling gaze in my
peripheral vision. I look away at once, but not before he has noticed my error.
Leaning forward, he wraps my unruly hair toward my right shoulder, exposing my
face, now burning with the shame and excitement I am feeling.
“Look at me,” he commands
sensually.
Slowly I turn my head ever so
slightly to the left and look unwillingly into those smirking blue eyes.
“I have a feeling about you,
Aurelie. Shall I share it with you?” he asks casually.
I stare at him, unwilling to
answer and play his game. I can feel the old defiance rising to the surface for
just the briefest moment. When I say nothing, he spanks my behind again. It
feels harder from this position somehow. The sound is different and the sting
feels crueller. My previously fleshy bottom is now stretched into a new stance
and unbelievably I think I miss the reassurance of his body heat. I am even
more exposed this way.
“Answer me!” he snaps, his hand
connecting with my skin again.
“Please share it, my Lofðungr,” I reply, my voice breaking
ever so slightly as the fresh pain registers.
There is a pause and I fear that
he will choose to just continue spanking me like this, and then finally, he
speaks again:
“I have a feeling that you
actually like being treated this way, my lady.”
I look at him, my eyes no doubt
sharing the indignation, resentment, and disbelief I am feeling as I register
his words. How in Donrose can he know this about me? These are feelings that I
myself had never known until this day!
“You’re wrong,” I splutter, but
we both know I don’t mean it.
“Really?” he asks, spanking me
again. I squeeze my eyes shut at the new impact, before opening them again.
Anders has moved in even closer to my body in the interim. I notice for this
first time that he too appears to be a little out of breath, and I wonder if
this is exciting him as well. “So you don’t want me to touch your body then,
Aurelie?”
His hand moves to within an inch
of my left breast as he speaks. Sensing his approach, my already hard buds
contract even further, betraying my need.
“No,” I say, continuing the
reassuring pretence that I do in fact not want him anywhere near me.
Ignoring me, his hand finally
reaches my breast, cupping it gently at first, before moving his fingers south
to the nipple. I gasp as he circles it and then grabs the end, tugging at it
hard. Despite my veil of disgust, his touch feels astonishingly good, goading
my body. My head falls forward, no longer able to contain the desire I feel.
Wordlessly he moves closer, reaching for the right breast and repeating his
treatment of the left. Both nipples tighten in excitement, silently begging him
for more.
A soft moan leaves my lips
before I can contain myself. He laughs at the sound and I mean to chastise
myself, but already my whole entity is fixed on where his hands will explore
next. The left hand that had so ruthlessly, yet beautifully, tormented my
breasts, runs a line down my midriff, over my tense belly to the hot, damp
patch of hair between my thighs. I take short, shallow breaths, my hands
planted firmly on the wooden chest beneath us, as my mind races at the
sensations he creates. Anticipation about what he will choose to do next
courses through me. I gasp aloud, wondering how I can possibly permit these
actions to continue. At the same time his other hand spanks me hard again,
sending my body into a trembling mess. The reverberations travel through my
growing wetness, to where his left hand waits. Slowly he presses his palm
against my skin, pushing through the soft hair, into the moist folds trembling
below.
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