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“You can’t leave me like this.”
    He tied the other end of the rope to the
wooden headboard of the bed. Eadwulf would have enough room to let his hands
rest on the pillow, but not enough to clean his face. Bjarni made sure the knot
was tight before he climbed off Eadwulf’s chest. “I can do what I like,” he
said, smirking. He then grabbed the furs to cover Eadwulf’s body again, as he
didn’t what the younger man to be cold. “Let my come drying on your face be a
lesson, thrall. You are mine.” Maybe it would help the Saxon realise that it
was better to submit to Bjarni and admit he wanted to be fucked. He grabbed his
clothes, and smiled down at Eadwulf, who was swearing at him. “I will see you
tomorrow.”
    ~*~
    Eadwulf woke up from something touching
his wrists. He blinked, and winced at the ache in his jaw and his arms. As he
opened his eyes properly to see Bjarni leave the room.
    A hot feeling of shame ran through his
body as he was immediately reminded of last night. There was still some rope
wrapped around his wrists, Bjarni had used a knife to cut him free, and had
then simply abandoned him.
    Eadwulf closed his eyes for a moment,
trying to collect his thoughts. Last night had been the most frustrating of his
life. He had enjoyed Bjarni’s hands on him so much, had been hard and aching
within minutes of the Viking getting in bed with him. He remembered how he had
moaned and whimpered from the sheer pleasure. But when Bjarni had told him to
beg, Eadwulf had felt angry. There was no way he was going to beg Bjarni to
fuck him, it was far too humiliating to even consider it.
    But his cock had a mind of its own, and
had remained stubbornly erect, evidence that a part of Eadwulf did want to be fucked.
Even when Bjarni had held him down and fucked his mouth Eadwulf’s cock had
remained stiff. Being used like that had been humiliating as well, especially
when Bjarni had come on him, the hot streaks branding him as the Viking’s.
    When Bjarni had left him tied up,
Eadwulf had struggled for a long time, wriggling to get out but the rope had
been too tight. He had been forced to lie in bed, Bjarni’s come still drying on
his cheeks and nose, the taste lingering in his mouth. And as he lay there, he
couldn’t ignore the fact that his cock was still hard.
    Eadwulf thought that had been the most
humiliating part of all. That despite everything that Bjarni had done to him,
the touching, asking him to beg, using his mouth, coming on his face and then
tying him to the bed, that a part of Eadwulf had enjoyed it. Eadwulf didn’t
want to think about the part of him that wanted to call Bjarni ‘master’, the
part that wanted to submit to the Viking’s desires.
    He sighed, then climbed out of bed. His
cock, thankfully, was now soft again, and he put on his clothes. Today was a
new day. He would clean the dried come off his face, and he would ignore the
way his body reacted to the bigger man.
    When he walked into the living area, he
had hoped to be alone, but Dagmaer was there. She handed him the same bowl from
yesterday. “You will need this,” she said, a smile around her lips.
    He felt his cheeks burn and grabbed the
bowl without looking her in the eyes. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in
the bowl. The white streaks were still clearly visible, and Eadwulf ran out to
the well to fill the bowl with water. He splashed the cool water on his face
and rubbed viciously to get it to come off.
    When he returned, Dagmaer was still
there, and calmly washed her own face. “You feel better now?” she asked, and
put a small bowl of broth in front of him.
    He nodded, and began to eat, grateful
that Bjarni wasn’t here.
    Dagmaer sat next to him, regarding him
for a moment. “You are scared.”
    He nearly choked. “What?”
    “It is normal to be scared,” she
continued calmly. “I was scared on my wedding night. Nervous. It is scary, to
be fucked. To let someone inside of you.”
    Eadwulf stared at his broth as