Her butt jumped and quivered turning a soft rosy blush that deepened with each hot sting he applied to her cheeks turning his attention to complement the colour by spanking the tender backs of her thighs. Fallon’s yelps turned into cries that broadened in to sobs as he delivered her firm spanking without remorse. Next time she thought of trying to hurt him or break free she would think better of gaining another burning bottom. He gave her two more strokes and finished. She was sobbing and panting when he rested his hand on her hot flesh. He rubbed it gently feeling the sudden urge to soothe and calm it.
“There. There. All over,” his gentle voice betrayed a small amount of malice that sparked a twinge of guilt in his icy heart. He dismissed it.
“Now, let me see if you have learnt your lesson and understand I am now in full control of you and your life whether you wish it or not,” he whispered, continuing to lightly caress her bottom loving the feel of heat emanating from it as its sting pulsed and throbbed.
Gently, he pulled her skirt down loving the idea she was now free and available to his caress under it. He finished by smoothing the material over her rump and gave her bottom a condescending pat when she wriggled on his knee and growled.
“I can see you are going to be over my knee a lot if you continue to take this attitude,” he sighed with humour relishing the thought. Carefully, he let go of her arms and allowed her to stand. She stood in front of him with her tear stained face, fury in her eyes as he in turn stood to tower over her small curved form. Cautiously she took two steps back and then made a lunge for her panties lying on the floor. But he made sure he got there first, scooping them up into his hand. He opened the flimsy material up in front of her deciding to press her buttons a little more and studied them.
“Very pretty and very skimpy,” he said bringing the delicate material to his nose. “Mmm. They smell of you. Strawberries and cream. I like them but you won’t be needing them. I will hang on to them for now,” he informed her slipping them into his trouser pocket.
Fallon stared hard at his trouser pocket. She had that look that told him she was about to bolt and make a run for the door. He shook his head and fastened the button on his suit jacket.
“Don’t think of trying it. You won’t get far. I will have you picked up before you get out of Docklands and I will have no choice but to keep you locked up until you see the error of your ways,” he mocked.
But she still had to try it. He already knew that in his heart. He’d learned Fallon Prince was a fighter. He was going to enjoy the challenge of training her to reveal the natural submissive he knew she was hiding under that icy exterior.”
“You are lying. You can’t keep me with you against my will.”
She turned on her high heels and made a dash for the door. Vidar stood with his hand in his trouser pocket and watched her amused.
“Technically, I can. I can do whatever the hell I like. I have the means and the motive. What about your father and your brother? I am told you have always put your family first, to your detriment. Why stop now?”
Fallon opened the glass door and stopped dead, her back to him as he started to walk towards her.
“I meant what I said. Carter will go to prison. The police will blame him for the money laundering scandal in the company when we both know it was your father and his Russian Mafia friends. You and your brother had no clue what he was doing. He has been hiding who he really is from both of you for an exceedingly long time. I know you are only working here at Baron Prince Petroleum because your brother begged you to. He is afraid of your father and the way he still physically threatens you both and has done since you were children. You gave up your dream of being an astrophysicist just to protect him and I know you will now. Everything your bastard father told you on the telephone before I came here was the truth. He is a kidnapper, rapist, trafficker, a murderer and he and the rest of your family including your doting aunt will answer for keeping his crimes silent and unpunished,” Vidar’s Norwegian accent had become stronger as he had grown more passionate with his speech. He fought to keep his anger and righteous sense of justice under control.
For a second she remained quiet. Not once did she correct him or leap to her father’s defence.
“He is now. He is dying,” she said tearfully, her voice full of anger yet Vidar could not detect any pity or real love for the man she called father. It didn’t surprise or shock him. If anything, it made her more endearing. “Isn’t that enough?”
“No. No, I am afraid it isn’t. You wouldn’t want your brother to go to jail for a crime he is innocent of, or would you?”
She turned around.
“You are a cruel bastard,” she spat the words at him. “Who had the idea of taking me as your whore?”
He smiled.
“That was all my idea. You
