“You’ll learn to mind us, Laurel,” Haakon said as Ulf checked his knots. “Until then, we’ll tie you up so you can’t leave.
“And for your punishment?” Ulf said. “I think we have found the perfect implement.” He waved a wooden spoon in front of my face.
The two warriors took their time securing me, laying me just as they wished on the table, cupping my curves and speaking of me as if I was a new fancy they’d bought at market. Waves of arousal rippled through me. My ears filled with the sound of my heavy breathing, and the kitchen was filled with my musky scent.
“Please,” I said finally. “Get it over with.”
“I love it when she begs for punishment,” Ulf remarked.
“I love it when she begs for anything at all.”
The first bite of the spoon made my eyes bug out. The apple popped from my mout
