Siren Slave (45 page)

“Master, it’s lovely,” she breathed, gently touching the stone, and then the metal. “It feels warm.”

“And it will keep you warm, no matter what. So you can be naked and not shiver. Lift your hair for me so I can collar you.” He clasped the necklace around her throat. It glowed brightly for a moment. The catch disappeared when it was closed. “Only I can remove this. I thought you’d like that. It is easy enough to attach a lead to it when the desire strikes me. It looks like a lovely choker to others, but you will know the true meaning behind it. I can’t have my slave un-collared, not when one becomes her so well.”

“Siegfried.” His name was a moan on her lips. Her eyes rolled back in her head in sheer bliss. He had come to love the way her face was so readable, that she was horrible at hiding her emotions. He kissed her again. He stroked her pussy, feeding the fires within her. She was so deliciously wet. This was the beginning of the next step, the implementation of his plan.

He removed his hand, ignoring her whimper of protest, and stroked her neck around the collar. “I’ve missed you wearing your other one. But there’s no need for me to ask you to wear it outside of my own desires.”

“And definitely not in front of my mother.” Freya wouldn’t want to admit to her odd desires in front of others, but with Siegfried, it was safe. It was all safe between the two of them. “But you found a way around it with this lovely choker.”

“Besides, my little slave deserves something prettier, even though she is about to be punished.” His hand closed tightly over her ass. “Your first
real
punishment. All the others before, even for your minor infractions, were more for my enjoyment. Not so this time, though I will enjoy every moment of your torment.” Silence stretched between them. “Speak, Freya. You are always so quiet when we are like this.”

Her brow furrowed in frustration. “I am not sure what to say. I’m too overwhelmed to think, Master. It’s excitement, anticipation, nervousness for what’s going to happen next. I can’t even alliterate.”

He chuckled, then grew stern. “On all fours, Freya.” Once she’d done this, raising her red little ass in the air, he walked away from her. “You always seem to find trouble when I am asleep or incapacitated, or away from you.” He stood in front of the single bare wall of the cabin and slid aside a hidden panel. It was time to reveal more of the secrets within his quarters. Behind the panel, set into the wall, was a small cage. She wouldn’t be able to stand or stretch out fully, but the bottom was covered with furs and a pillow. “This is the answer to those problems. Oh, no, you’ll be beside me at night, but chained to the bed securely. I’ve also taken other precautions there, lest you find some way to get the key.”

****

“Master?”

He turned his back to her and went to the window seat, from which removed the familiar jar of salve from beneath the cushion. He disappeared behind her, palming her pussy in his firm, salve-coated fingers. Then he was gone again, making another trip to that hidden cache and returning with what appeared to be a metal pair of undergarments.

“Fey metal, Freya,” he said, holding them up for her perusal. “And, no, you cannot remove them, just like your collar.” He chuckled at her little gasp. She shuddered as the device was snapped over her hungry pussy. It was cold in contrast to the heat of her skin.

She’d known this was going to be difficult. Siegfried, as always, was living up to her expectations, and exceeding them, pushing her limits. He walked around her, running his fingers over her well-punished ass, along her spine until she trembled.

“I have matters that need attending on deck. You, my lusty little mermaid, are going to stay in my quarters.” He scooped her into his arms. She gave him a pleading look, her head lolling against his upper arm. But pleading did no good; he slid open the door of the cage. “If you’re wearing this…” His hand grazed the cool metal at her crotch. “You’ll have a difficult time concentrating on a proper escape.” He kissed her eyelids before setting her inside the cage.

This was different, this small space, looking on at his quarters. Thin bars separated her from the rest of the room. She could see no lock, and it occurred to her that this was fey metal.

When he was gone, there was nothing to do but think, nothing to distract her from all the desire tightly locked away. Her hips gyrated, wanting some stimulation. In frustration, she set to trying to find any way to remove the chastity belt. There had to be some method. How did it respond to Siegfried? Maybe, she could at least find some gratification if she could— No, it fit too well for her to slip a finger inside. With a snarl, she searched again for a lock, some secret catch that would spring her from this prison.

In pure desperation she pressed over the metal shielding her clit. Perhaps if she could press it firmly enough against her body, she might have something solid to grind against. But no, it curved away from her body in that place, would not touch her no matter how she pushed at the device.

“Master!” she roared. This was intolerable.

****

Siegfried, arms folded across his chest, looked out from the helm across the empty decks. It seemed odd for the ship ever to be this silent. But there wasn’t much need of a crew when one had sea beasts guiding the vessel. There were simple foods that could be heated, but not many. Mostly, it was soup, soup he’d prepared himself for his Freya. He’d made a lot of it when she’d been under the spell of the potion. He had sent men, including the dwarves, away on the dinghies to sail for Avalon. Sun Shimmer knew the route to Avalon and had gone there with Hedwig many times.

While there wasn’t a great need for crew, there was a need for privacy. He hardly wanted to keep her confined in his quarters until they arrived in Avalon, nor did he want her to have to keep quiet, not when her moans and cries were so delicious.

What he was doing now was building the anticipation, and, more mundanely, waiting for soup to heat for Freya…and plotting the next step of their sensual journey. He wanted to have her in the water, have his mermaid’s arms around him in the waves. He’d take her hunting to slake her frustration, make this easier on her. But he had the time he wanted to build real anticipation within her, push her limits for longer than a night.

He ignored another roar. He was having to suppress her powers without the aid of human metal. But her frustration…he could feel that very intimately through their bond, and it frustrated him, too. When he could ignore his desires no longer, he went to her, far sooner than he had thought he would.

He paused inside the doorway of his captain’s quarters to admire his exotic pet. Her pale flesh was bare, save for her collar and the cause of her torment—the tightly locked belt. Her teeth were bared, every muscle taut as she gazed out at him angrily, helplessly from behind the bars of the cage.

He decided now would be a fine time to make her talk, see if she might concentrate. “Answer me this. Before you had your powers, I assumed you gave yourself pleasure. How many times a day?”

She scowled at his question. “I’m very bad at counting. It depends upon the day.” Her face flushed red. “If it snowed and I spent most of the day on my own with my scrolls, well, a lot. Some days, two or three times, or five.”

She’d keep up with him nicely then. “Then this must be very difficult for you.”

“How…how are you so calm, Master?” She was panting, her hips gyrating in their little prison.

He settled on the window seat, leaning his back against the glass to enjoy the spectacle she provided. “How badly did you want me to come back while you waited here, unable to do a thing?”

“Didn’t my screams give you any sort of clue?” She snarled, little fangs catching the sunlight.

He gave her a slow nod, taking in her angry countenance, the desperation in her eyes…and her impertinence. “What is it like to need someone and have them nowhere near?”

Her face softened and she blinked. “You…need me?”

“You fool, of course I do. I thought I’d made that clear many times. Take all that you feel now and imagine me in danger, you too far away to do anything easily. That was how I felt when I’d discovered where you’d gone. I could not concentrate on anything but you.” His gaze was on her face now. Not her body.

Regret filled her eyes. She lowered her head behind the gilded bars. “Master…I…”

“It isn’t like that with other people. When it comes to you being in danger, it’s crippling. I know you came back. I know you defeated Mimir, but when you do things like this, when we do things like this, let’s do them together. Partners, as you said.” He crossed the cabin, opened the front of the cage, and stroked the hair from her face, placing it behind the winged band. She wiggled her hips in anticipation of him unlocking her. “Oh, no. I didn’t say your punishment was over. I didn’t stay here and worry until you returned. You do not get to either.”

She gave a sobbing moan as he lifted her from her prison. He stood her in the large patch of sunlight coming through the large window. He made short work of connecting a chain with a leather handle to her collar.

****

When he gave the lead a downwards tug, Freya lowered herself to her hands and knees, legs apart and ass raised. Try as she might, she could not still her hips. She closed her eyes, trying to think of anything but how his fingers would feel inside her, how his cock would feel.

She blinked when the winged band was removed from her head. Her hair tickled her hot cheeks. It was a feeling of deep intimacy when the soft bristles of a brush sifted through her tresses. She had never imagined Siegfried doing such a thing.

She could smell the sea, salt, and woodsy aromas of his body mingled with sweat and desire as he tied her hair into two tails, one on either side of her head. She tried to remain still through these tender ministrations, but she cried out her need. It was more difficult with him so close.

She cried out her relief when the cool metal panties slid away, replaced by his fingers. She stayed on her hands and knees, working her hips against his fingers. His cock nudged her hip. His free hand stroked her breast while he whispered husky words against her ear. “Mmm, Frey…So hot. So hungry.”

But he had not removed the salve. There was no release coming, only further torment. She could hardly care. She just didn’t want him to—

He removed his hands and locked her away in the metal device again. He rose, standing over her, fully clothed.

He gave the lead a gentle pull, and she rose to follow him. She realized then there was a new level of trust between them, she realized, if he were taking this step. It meant he was certain she’d go along with him. She’d told him as much, hadn’t she?

He stopped at the door to his cabin. He opened it, the light stunning her eyes. Was he bringing her out like this in front of his men? No, he couldn’t. Siegfried would never do that. He stepped out first, then waited. Without waiting for her eyes to adjust to the light, she followed him.

She heard him take a deep breath, sensed his uncertainty through their bond. The uncertainty was replaced with relief and other strong emotions that she wouldn’t want to put a name to just yet. She’d forgotten about their bond, so swamped had she been in her own torment. She rested her head. His hand rested on the top of her head, as if she were a loyal pet.

“It occurred to me,” he said at last, “that being fey, I haven’t such a need for a crew. Not when I’m not planning on scuttling ships. Not when I’d rather plan torments for my helpless slave. We’ll need your water magic if there’s a leak. My magic can repair torn sails. Balder had purchased enchantments to keep bugs and barnacles from the ship. So, it can be just us.” There was a smile in his voice, a smug satisfaction, confidence. “But there is still work to be done. When you went to Mimir, I had to come find you. I had to function to get to you. So you are going to function, despite your frustrations. The decks need to be washed. I will see to the sail repairs.”

This was to be her test? To work, to accomplish something in spite of the torment?

He rose and led Freya to a pile of stones. “Use these to scrub the decks. Call water over the side with your magic when you need it. But do not sink our ship.”

Suddenly, given the scope of her work, the ship seemed so much larger.

****

Siegfried sat amidst the sails, watching Freya scour the decks. Sweat trickled along her ass and thighs as the muscles tightened with her efforts. He planned to teach her as much as he could about life aboard ship, whatever she’d need to know with the two of them being fey. This was his home—not Avalon or Asgard. This was where he planned for them to spend most of their time in their new lives. It also afforded them valuable privacy.

With Freya’s water magic, she could already steer the ship. She could calm rough seas. And he trusted her. Yes, her training would expand. He’d train her in some of the more mundane chores so she might relate to the other sailors who’d had to do them. He sighed. He was also going to have to train her in some of the terminology. There was no way he was going to have a pirate aboard his ship who called it a boat.

He leapt from the sails, made a trip to his quarters, and went to her again. She had finished a good portion of the decks. When she saw him, she stopped to stare at the offered water. He rinsed her with an extra skin of water, watching it sluice over her taut muscles. While she dried in the sun, he fed her bites of salmon and brushed her hair.

“Lean against the rails,” he whispered against the pale whorl of her ear.

She grinned saucily at him over her shoulder and placed her hands upon the polished wood. “Someone’s frisky.”

She gasped as he smoothed a lubricating salve between her buttocks. She trembled but did not move away.

He knelt behind her and freed his cock from the lacings of his trousers. He nudged her ass cheeks apart with his length. He edged his cock into the tight orifice. He gritted his teeth, the heat of her enveloping him. He had to hold off on coming, at least a little longer, long enough to enjoy this new experience with her.