Mastered by the Berserkers (Berserker Brides #8) - Lee Savino Page 0,23

them.

A hand steadied my hip and Fenrir shushed me. He dragged something over my hair, steadying me when it caught in a snarl.

“It’s a brush,” he told me. “You have beautiful hair.”

“So do you.” I relaxed and let him brush out my hair. The long strokes soothed me until I floated. He reached around me and brushed the tops of my legs and I barely roused. The stiff bristles chafed but did not break the skin. He brushed my belly and breasts, and warmth rose and spread over the surface of my skin.

He rubbed the bristles over my freshly spanked buttocks and I hissed. My skin was tender.

“Is it punishment or is it a gift?” Fenrir murmured. “Pain is so close to pleasure.” He rubbed the back of the brush over my heated bottom, then slapped my behind with the hard surface. I cried out.

“Enough?”

I shook my head and gripped the leather bindings, bracing myself. “More.”

But instead of more pain, he took something soft and silky and rubbed it against my abused flesh. Fur. It tickled. He swirled the scrap of fur over my breasts and belly, and it felt like heaven on my abraded skin.

The soft fur went away and something else touched my skin. Five hard points, brushing over my belly. Something loomed close to me, big and growling low. The hair raised along my neck and when I turned my head, I caught a whiff of magic. Hot breath puffed over my cheek.

I was in the presence of the beast.

I stiffened and closed my eyes tight under the blindfold. My heart pounded faster.

The creature in front of me caught my hips. Its claws pricked me and I shrank away. It growled and I would’ve crumpled to the ground if I hadn’t been tied.

Human hands caught me from behind and I stifled a shriek. “Enough,” Fenrir said. I felt the beast retreat and I could breathe again.

The scrap of fur returned, rubbing me down and soothing me.

“You’re doing well, Juliet.” He dipped closer to the throbbing place between my legs but did not trespass there.

His lips came to my ear. “If you beg, I will make you feel good.”

I shook my head. “No, please.”

“Juliet…”

“Please,” I whispered. “I need it to hurt.”

He retreated and for a moment I was disappointed. But he wasn’t gone long.

A whistle of air and something long and thin struck the front of my thighs. A switch. It whipped up and down my legs as I danced on tiptoe.

When it stopped

“More?” Fenrir asked.

I bit my lip and nodded. The switch struck my backside. He painted thin lines of pain up to my shoulder blades and down my back, bottom, and calves. One of them even tugged my bounds until I hung higher, my feet barely touching the ground, so the other could whip the bottoms of my feet.

When they eased off my bounds, I remained on tiptoe, sniffling. My body was covered with little welts.

“My turn,” Jarl growled. He spun me around and hooked a hard arm around my middle, lifting me. My relief didn’t last because he rubbed my bottom with a smooth wooden surface. Whatever he held was much bigger than the hairbrush. I tensed.

He paddled me softly at first, then hard enough the crack echoed in the lodge. Every so often he paused to soothe me, rubbing my aching rear with the paddle. Then he’d begin again.

Tears dripped down my face by the time Fenrir took his place.

“Almost done,” Fenrir crooned. I leaned into him. I hurt all over. A good hurt. Inside my chest, I felt clean.

“Lean back, Juliet,” he ordered. I did and he tipped me back further. My bare breasts were offered up to him.

A prickly leaf brushed my skin. I jumped and cried out, but Fenrir held me fast as he rubbed nettles over my breasts. I choked on the sting.

“It’s over.” Someone cut the bounds holding my arms above my head and Fenrir caught me and carried me to the bed where he lay me down on the soft pelts. I whimpered as my back hit the fur.

“Shhhh, you did well.” He stroked the hair back from my face.

I throbbed in every corner of my body. My breasts prickled from their brush with the tiny barbs on the nettle leaves. My back and legs were striped from the switches and my buttocks were hot and sore. And yet all the aches grew faint and weak when compared with the throbbing between my legs. It was as if