A Traditional Daddy
Arabella Kingsley
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Arabella Kingsley
A Traditional Daddy
EBook ISBN: 978-1-64563-513-0
v2
Cover Art by ABCD Graphics & Design
This book contains fantasy themes appropriate for mature readers only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
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Chapter 1
Amelia could barely look at the handsome raven-haired billionaire as he removed the black leather skirt and tore her panties away from her body, throwing them into the pile that already contained her bra and blouse. Her cheeks were a delicate rosy pink. A satisfied smile twitched across his lips. She restlessly moved her hands he’d tied together with his red tie behind her back.
“Trying to escape is futile,” he informed her callously. “I want to know what you were looking for in my manager’s office. I gather you were here to meet him. You do know he has a wife, don’t you?”
“Yes, but she’s a bitch and not what he wants.” Alexander winced with contempt and closed his black eyes with frustration hating the way Amelia called Scarlett Blackwood, his European Manager’s wife, the woman he’d fallen in love with while residing at the Blackwood’s family home three years ago for the summer, a bitch. If she’d been a man he would have punched her. Instead he gave her butt a sharp slap enjoying the wobble of her naked breasts as he did.
“Now, now be a lady. What were you looking for in my manager’s office?”
“Just some information for someone.”
“You mean Grigori Litvenko.”
“Maybe.”
She seemed undeterred by her nakedness in front of him.
“I suppose he asked you to seduce Ross to get him to reveal confidential material on my holding company so he could gain a foothold in it. I already know he has had Ross laundering money through the Looking Glass Media platform I own as well as Radiant Publishing.”
“How do you know that?”
He towered over her and tapped the side of his nose.
“Let’s just say a little bird told me.”
Alexander finished forcefully stripping his captive by removing her high heels. He cast his eyes over her helpless naked form taking in every swell, curve, dip and erect tip to remind her of his power and watched her pale skin warm and flush with the weight of his gaze in response. Before he realized, what he was doing, he was moving closer wanting to inhale her scent and to feel the brush of her large breasts against his designer gray suit jacket. He carefully wrapped his hand around her throat.
“Now what were you looking for? Do I have to spank it out of you or maybe take my belt to your ass?”
He moved his hand up and down her throat then tightened it painfully making her gasp.
“He will kill me if I tell you,” she sounded breathless.
“I will whip your butt and take you to the police if you don’t.”
She remained silent pushing him into action.
“We will start with a spanking then.”
Bending to pick up her panties, he dragged the woman across the floor and sat down in the high-backed leather chair behind the desk in the penthouse office of Canary Wharf in Docklands, London. He pulled her onto his lap and pushed her flimsy panties inside her mouth to gag her.
“Spit them out and I will gag you with my belt,” he warned. “You had your chance. When I have finished your spanking, maybe then you will be in the mood to talk.”
She violently shook her head. Her words of protest a mumble behind her panties. Amelia aimed her forehead at his making him reel back. He laughed at her.
“Honey, that would hurt you more than it would hurt me.”
With speed he pushed her over his knees so she hung over them face down. He felt the delicious movement of her pussy over his legs and the push of her breasts and the scrape of her nipples.
“I think it’s time I calmed you down. This is going to hurt but it might release some of that anger and induce you to be more obedient. Have you ever been spanked before, Amelia?”
The increased sound of her growls against her makeshift gag and the erratic movement of her body gave him his answer. He laughed and gathered up her long blonde hair, growing damp with her struggles and the fine sheen of sweat on her body, into a ponytail and used it to pull the top half of her body up forcing her to strain and concentrate on the discomfort. It helped to cease her movements as he trapped her legs by coiling his own leg around them. Now he had her exactly where he wanted.
“Keep still, Amelia,” he mocked while raising his hand to strike the seat of her enticing bare pale rump he had been keen to test with the force of his palm since she’d given him a mouthful, after he found her snooping in his European Manager’s office. Unknowingly, she had disrupted his own clandestine research operation inside Ross’ office and his attempt to find out what Ross had been up to with Litvenko after receiving an anonymous email warning him the Russian Mafia were trying to ruin his companies and take his business.
Her pert flesh wobbled and quivered as he flattened his hard, large male palm against the left buttock and then the right. The sound of the slaps echoing around the unlocked room induced him to spank
