The Masterful Viking
Cordelia Gregory
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Cordelia Gregory
The Masterful Viking
Amazon ISBN: 978-1-64563-614-4
Print ISBN: 978-1-64563-615-1
Audio ISBN: 978-1-64563-616-8
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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
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
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Prologue
The handsome Norwegian billionaire sighed and sat back in his chair behind his ornate desk at his company office in the city of London and took another look at the photos of the woman he had been handed along with the report. She was beautiful. There was no denying it. She also possessed a formidable, tenacious, and determined temperament by all accounts. He didn’t need the report to tell him that, he could see it shining out of haunted emerald green eyes. She was going to be a handful and not easy to tame. But then the challenge would prove more fitting to his revenge. However, before he could begin there was a more pressing problem to deal with.
Vidar Alvarsson looked up from the photographs at the three women facing him perched naked on all fours on a platform in front of his desk enjoying the way their pert breasts hung low on their chests, their taut nipples pointing at the surface of the platform. They looked nervous and so should they be, he thought with humour. They were badly in need of correction. The Billionaire put the photographs down on top of the desk and picked up the riding crop lying in wait in front of him. He made his large leather chair swivel as he flexed the whip in front of him. It had been a long time since he had whipped three naked female bottoms together. It sounded an impossible task but it was one he had managed on several occasions in his decadent past and he had no doubts he would now.
“Are you all aware why you are here?” he asked flexing the riding crop again, studying it closely as he ran his fingertips along its length delighting mischievously in the way two of the young women gulped.
“Yes,” they chorused timidly.
“I put you all in a team of five women because you are the best. Your expertise is second to none and sometimes I believe the situation benefits from an all-female or male group working on it. The focus and concentration is maintained and a good result obtained. It has worked in the past with several teams but not with your group,” he told them sternly in a deep, dark, low male voice betraying a small hint of his Norwegian accent. “I was supposed to have had a strategy for moving the Deadulus Electric hybrid concept car forward and into production by now but you haven’t produced anything and our competitors are taking the lead. Instead I have been informed of unmanageable competitiveness, bullying and more between you. I put Katherine in charge of the team because she was the best person for the job but none of you have accepted her leadership. There has been harassment, cyber bullying and more. One of you, whose name I will not mention even issued threats. I can’t have this.”
He stood up carrying the riding crop and moved around to the front of the desk revealing his tall, athletic, muscled figure in his light grey haute couture suit, crisp white shirt and black silk tie that made him cut a formidable dominant figure.
They turned their heads to watch him walk behind them.
“Eyes front,” one of his male employees snapped the order. Also in a suit, he came to walk in front of them and snapped his fingers. Immediately they turned back and did not dare to try to look around again.
Vidar stood silently behind them surveying and admiring the row of ripe peachy bottoms in front of him quivering in anticipation of being struck.
“So, I have to take action. I have your signed authorities to take disciplinary action and whatever course of remedy I choose. Before I start and explain the changes I am going to make to the team so we can go forward with the project, is there anyone here who wishes to change their mind and leave my employment, taking the first option that was given to them?”
Silence.
Then, “No,” from each of them.
He was about to start but Lucy on the end of the row piped up. There was some anger behind her tone and rebellion. It was she who had made threats to Katherine. His first reaction had been to instantly dismiss her and report her to the police. Vidar took the well-being and safety of his staff very seriously, especially the women and he would not tolerate such behaviour. But Katherine had requested he give her a second chance. She was an asset to the team and she believed they could work things out. So here he was giving her another opportunity albeit with some strict changes and rules he had already discussed with Katherine.
“I bet you wouldn’t do this to one of the all-male teams,” she sneered. “I bet they don’t get stripped and spanked like a child.”
Vidar couldn’t help but laugh. He walked around to the front of her and bent towards her face making sure she had a prime view of the riding crop held so firmly in his hands.
“That is where you are wrong. The team on the Thornton project were disciplined for similar reasons. Not by me, of course
