She moved her hips restlessly in his grip and he held them tighter to hold her in position. He couldn’t help but curl his lips with satisfaction and triumph that the tigress was actually feeling out of control and pleasured by him. It made him step up his game. He nudged the tip of his lithe, slick tongue just inside the small hall and held it there for a moment. There was frustration in her cries this time and wickedly he made her wait knowing the pain of pleasure was fighting with her need to relieve herself. It was a potent aphrodisiac for them both.
With one hard thrust he buried his tongue inside her as far as it would go. Fallon’s hips lifted up and she furiously bucked against him, lost. The effect of her sexy body demanding more with her hips, straining on her bonds to free herself from the torment just about drove him crazy. He wanted to be inside her but it was too soon. He removed one of his hands from her hips and slipped two of his fingers inside her channel as he continued to lap at her pussy and flex his tongue over her vulva and clit spelling out the alphabet, a technique he had learnt well and applied many a time.
He needed her to be happy and content, she belonged to him, accepting of his rule before they took the next step. He might want her to pay for her father’s crimes but he wondered if something else between them could be taking place just as he had wondered in the forest. Perhaps fate had other plans for them both? Right now, he wanted her to come and to come hard so he could watch the pleasure ride her face and know that for once in his life he had brought happiness to someone, to Fallon.
Her pants grew louder and a rush of silky fluid filled his mouth. She was close. He could feel the silky wet muscles inside her channel throb and tighten. Lifting up, he settled her back on the bedpan and kept his fingers inside her, curling them upwards to stroke expertly at the rough front wall of her vagina and the centre of her pleasure, using his thumb to maintain the caress on her clit. He stood and leaned over her watching her helpless pleasure begin to consume her.
“Come for me now, Fallon. Relax those tense muscles and let your water flow,” he breathed his command in a husky voice.
With a cry, she let go on command and allowed her orgasm to blossom. The sight was breathtaking. Her tense, pretty features relaxed and were bathed in a soft pink glow. Her eyes glazed as though she were possessed by pleasure and stared up at him in wonder making him catch his breath. If he had to say when he first fell in love with Fallon, it was this intoxicating moment.
The muscles inside the depths of her vagina tightened and trapped his fingers. He thrust them harder, deeper as her orgasm broke reveling in the feel of being inside her connecting them together. The moment it did her water released and flowed freely over his fingers and hand relieving her pain, falling noisily into the pan.
“Good girl,” he whispered as her climax ended and the trickle of water into the pan ceased.
Vidar continued moving his fingers back and forth until the small shudders inside her channel relaxed and every last drop of water had been expelled. Then he slowly removed his fingers and her panting calmed.
Without a word he walked to the bathroom and retrieved a cleansing wipe which he used to lovingly dab her vagina to clean her. He took the bedpan away, disposed of the wipe and washed his hands.
Fallon grimaced, blushing scarlet as he did so. She fought to turn her face and body away from the sight of him taking the pan away.
“Why does this bother you? It should not. I nursed my sick, bedridden father before he died from cancer, after he came out of prison,” he gave a small chuckle. “And believe me, this is not the first time I have made a woman urinate when coming,” he said brushing his fingers over her thigh feeling the urge to continue the small cruelty of talking about her perceived shame.
“There is nothing more intoxicating than taking control of a woman’s pleasure and the function of her body in doing so. In that moment, she is completely in your control, dependent on you to take care of her.” He lowered his voice to a soft whisper. “Complete trust must exist. I hope in time this is something we can cultivate between us.”
“I am not sure I can ever trust a man who has kidnapped me and is holding me here against my will,” she answered defiantly.
He smiled and continued to caress the inside of her thigh amused and undeterred, the predator inside him curling his lip with the thrill of the challenge to bring her to her knees in front of him.
“We will see.”
His mind excitedly dwelled on the seductive image of her coming as he conquered her will. The temptation of curling up in bed with her and holding her softness against him was too tempting. Just for a short while he would let his guard down and take refuge in her. That was the whole point of taking her from Prince, to steal her for those moments he needed satisfaction and comfort. Isn’t that what he had really taken her for?
The phone in the room rang distracting him for a moment, he rushed to pick it up wanting to deal with the problem and continue his night with Fallon.
“Sir, I am sorry to disturb you but your sister has been sighted in Stavanger, Norway just where I suspected she was.”
Vidar held his breath. Excitement pumped through his veins. All these years and now
