“I don’t want to be your whore and completely at your service whenever you feel the need to mount me. It’s wrong… I can’t…”
“You can. There is no choice,” he said looking down at her spread wide pussy marveling at the intricate delicacy of its form, allowing his breath to brush across the pretty pink flesh as he spoke.
Fallon was tight lipped. Vidar traced his finger down her stomach and stroked above her pussy careful not to go any lower. He watched her chest rise and fall in agitation betraying her arousal at his touch. He couldn’t take his eyes from her. To his annoyance she was once more captivating him.
“I need to relieve myself. Untie me,” she demanded with a confidence he couldn’t help but admire.
The Billionaire smiled and continued his caress.
“No. You will relieve yourself into a bed pan.”
The horror on her face was stark.
“No, no, I can’t, please,” she begged.
Ignoring her pleas, he stood up and reached under the bed. The bedpan was there just where he had instructed it to be left. He brought it out and placed it on the bed before untying the bonds keeping her legs above her head and gave her an instruction.
“Place your feet on the bed, little one and I will help you relieve yourself.”
Once she had obeyed, he neatly placed the bedpan underneath her bottom and firmly pressed her hips down when she refused to lower her body onto it.
Cruelly he sat back down on the bed beside her determined she would learn to respect the power he had over her as her captor and pee when commanded.
“Pee and then we will talk some more,” he instructed folding his arms.
“No, no, I can’t with you here. What about your assistant? Can’t she help me?” Fallon was fretful and blushing with embarrassment at the helpless position she found herself in but he wasn’t moving.
“No. Pee.”
“I am desperate.”
“Do as you are told,” he told her calmly. “Learn to obey me.”
They sat in silence for a few minutes. Vidar watched her wrestle with her need to relieve herself and her willful determination to keep control. When she finally decided to give in and sob a little because of it she found she couldn’t actually pee because she was too tense.
“I can’t. It won’t come,” she said through her tears.
Vidar softened his hardened, handsome Nordic features and stroked his fingers long the inside of her thigh.
“Let me help you.”
“How?”
“Let me touch you. Let me help you come and your muscles will relax and your water will flow,” he told her softly.
“But I can’t do that…”
“Yes, you can.”
The Norwegian Billionaire moved his fingers close to her pussy this time allowing his fingers to lightly brush the soft sides. Her face contorted with pain and she strained upwards on her bonds.
“My stomach is cramping. I have to pee,” she said distressed. “All right, please help me. Please. I hate you for this.”
“Hush. Open your legs as wide as you can get them.”
He knew she would find this difficult in the position she had been bound but he wanted to see her straining to accommodate his request and obey him. She moaned with discomfort as she opened her legs.
“Keep them open,” he instructed knowing it would be a challenge for her.
Using his index finger, he stroked the length of her pussy surprised the amount of juice coating it had increased.
“You are so wet. I think you are hiding your true feelings from me. Being spanked and now bound to this bed for my pleasure arouses you.” He smiled. “I think discipline is good for you. It will set boundaries and help you respect my authority over you.”
Vidar listened to the authority in his voice and instead of hearing a man trying to pleasure a woman with his dominance he heard anger behind the words. He closed his eyes with frustration and gentled his touch of her clit as he caressed it back and forth feeling her vulva swim. When would the past let him go? Fallon was paying the price for something her father had done and he should be ashamed of himself. He was no better.
In honor of her sacrifice he bent his head and kissed the small bud with his lips. He heard Fallon give a small moan of unexpected pleasure and felt his heart melt. She was a beautiful, kind and considerate woman and she tasted sweet. All the reports his security staff had compiled on her told him so. An innocent of sorts. Empathetic with a very high IQ and a promising career in the love of her life, astrophysics. Once upon a time. Until a cruel, violent ex-husband and bastard father had brought it to a halt with their control. Perhaps now he could encourage her to take it up again, study, lecture and write. He would not allow her to work. Vidar was a traditional man and saw no reason for any woman either married to him or in his possession to be working.
He slipped out his tongue and lightly began to lap at her clit, momentarily taking time to tuck the jewel behind his teeth and suck as though it were a milk teat on her breast, cupping her buttocks with his hands to lift her up to him.
The more he sucked and tasted the more he wanted of her. She was fresh, vibrant and pure in his dark sordid little world of torture, pain, loss and fury. Vidar’s whole frame relaxed as he sank into the welcoming arms of a new addiction giving pleasure to the captive woman under his protection.
Fallon’s hips lifted up in response. Involuntarily, she pushed her pussy against his open mouth and bucked with each expert stroke of his tongue. Pleased with her response Vidar circled the tip of his tongue around the soft
