“There, there, little one, all over now,” he whispered brushing his lips against her hair as he directed her head against his chest and cradled her like a baby. “I will take care of you. There is nothing to be afraid of. You are safe. I won’t let your father or that woman hurt you ever again.”
The words were strange to him yet he felt compelled to say them. He rocked her in his arms patting her bottom over her skirt unsure of his actions. She felt so warm and soft now in his arms, so vulnerable and enticing. He could have sat there forever cooing over her. He hadn’t felt this close to a woman since he was a teenager. He’d used them for one-night-stands and sport sex just as they had done him and those who had dared to try to come close were fake and merely after his money and had never engendered any true feeling.
After a while he sensed she was calmer, becoming quiet with her sobs receding. He let go of her arms and helped her stand. Her pretty face was tear stained and her bravado had died.
To Vidar’s surprise, his instinct took over once more drawing Fallon back into his arms. Equally to his surprise she clung to him and buried her face in his chest.
“What is happening to us?” she asked through gentle tears.
“I don’t know,” he answered truthfully. “You have to trust me. I won’t hurt you and I will never force myself on you but this has to be. A debt has to be paid and I have to have release from the past. This is the only way I know how to stop my own pain and get justice.”
“I can’t trust you. I don’t trust any man.”
“Then I will help you. Perhaps we will both find some sort of release from this situation,” he told her genuinely hoping for the best. Perhaps she would end his pain and teach him to love again. Maybe whatever there was growing between them wouldn’t just die and this time would develop and bring them both out of their own prisons.
“I will fight you all the way,” she said holding onto him stronger making him feel even more protective of her.
“I know. You are more like me than you would probably care to admit,” he smiled. “And because I know you have to. But you won’t win,” he said rubbing her back to reassure her.
She said nothing leaving him with the distinct impression she was relieved at his declaration.
Chapter 4
Fallon lay quietly on his four-poster bed on top of the black and white sheets. Her arms were raised above her head with her wrists restrained in black leather cuffs which were tied by a leather strap fed through a loop down the back of the bed. Her legs and feet were raised up to her head lifting her red bottom up into the air. His staff had methodically carried out his directions to her confinement and the beginning of her submissive training to the letter.
The ache to touch her and trace every soft curve with his fingers was strong. She belonged to him now and with his help she was slowly beginning to accept her situation and his control. She was sleeping lightly appearing content and secure in her confinement. Softly he cupped a butt cheek with his hand and smiled when he felt his hand warm against it.
The cuff of his white shirt caressed her side as he leaned over to study her pussy closely. It was very pretty and a small amount of dampness covered it. Putting an arm between her thighs to reach her chest, he gathered up a breast in his hand. Seductively, almost lovingly he squeezed it to waken her and flexed his thumb across the nipple. Fallon was indeed a beautiful creature and every time he looked at her pretty innocent face he felt remorse for his actions but his anger was still strong and outweighed his guilt. She might be his prisoner but she would always be cared for and protected by himself and his staff. No one would hurt her and although she was there to service his needs to pay the family debt, he would never force himself upon her or beat her for denying him. She was to receive respect and to be simply cajoled and guided into her new submissive role, a position she appeared to be starting to find unexpected pleasure in. It enthralled him.
Another gentle squeeze to her breast fully awakened her. She moaned softly and opened her eyes.
“Did you have a good sleep?” he asked gently glancing at his watch.
It was past midnight. But Fallon didn’t seem to want to discuss it. She frowned and pouted trying to free herself from her bonds, struggling on the bed. His cock hardened and twitched with arousal at the sight of her reluctant captivity wanting to be inside her, riding her into submission.
“When are you going to let me go? You can’t keep me here tied up on this bed forever.”
He pinched her nipple and stretched it out idly as he sighed with impatience.
“You will stay in this position until you realise I am in control and I have your obedience, Fallon. I thought we were getting some kind of understanding in the forest and yet you put your life at risk trying to climb out of the window when you arrived here.”
“I told you I wouldn’t give up.”
“Yes. I remember. You can keep trying but I will break your will. You will submit to me. This is hard for you, I get that but it is
