“Good luck, sir,” he’d said.
With a wink, Vidar grinned and made his way back up to the next level with the tray hoping to find Fallon awake and a lot happier. But as he unlocked the cabin and walked inside the large white room with a row of windows overlooking the sea, to his dismay she was sitting reading on the long white sofa doing her best to ignore him as usual. She didn’t even look up at the tray and his heart sank.
Annoyed at her lack of response when he called her name twice he decided to take no more of her cold behaviour. He put the tray down on top of the small table for dining near the tousled white and black sheet covered bed and walked towards her with purpose. He noticed she was rubbing her tummy obviously in pain again. Vidar snatched the book out of her hands and threw it across the floor. He pulled her up by her arms.
“Have the courtesy to answer me when I am talking to you,” he gruffly demanded, giving her a small shake.
“Let me go. I will do no such thing.”
He winced at her superior disapproving tone in English making him curse out loud in his own Norwegian.
“I might be your prisoner and your whore but I will not do you any courtesy or anything you ask willingly. You are nothing but an arrogant upstart who thinks he can take what he wants and damn anyone else. You are nothing more than a common thief and a bully,” she almost spat the words with contempt at him.
He wanted to slap her. His hand tingled down at his side. Instead he pushed her backwards and watched her fall back down onto the soft white leather sofa. He paced the room looking at her not sure what to do with her. She folded her arms, a triumphant cruel smile briefly lighting her lips. She refused to look at him but a sudden pain in her stomach made her gasp and bend forwards. He was by her side in an instant trying to ignore his scolding inner voice warning him to keep his distance and be cold with her. He was the one in control here, not her. The sooner she learnt that the better.
He bent and cupped her face with his hand tilting it up towards him. His thumb stroked her cheek lovingly.
“What is wrong? Why are you in pain? Don’t fob me off. I want to know how to help you. Is it period pain?”
She looked squarely into his eyes when she spoke.
“None of your business. I can handle it. Now let me go.”
“No, I won’t. I will get you some painkillers.”
“I won’t take them.”
“Then I will make you.”
“Try it,” she challenged.
He was about to retaliate when she let out a cry and bent over nursing her stomach again. He couldn’t help but rub her back.
“Don’t touch me,” she screamed standing to get away from him. Her reaction made him pull away and pace again as she knelt on the floor and rocked her body in an attempt to soothe the pain. He couldn’t bear to see her suffering. He decided to take action and pulled her up from the soft beige carpeted floor and lifted her up into his arms. Fallon struggled wildly and he had to use all of his male strength to hold her still as he carried her to the bed. He threw her down amidst the sheets. She landed with a shriek. He quickly straddled his body over her small form preventing her from sitting up.
The Billionaire immediately reached for the bottom of the summer dress she wore, one of the ones he’d bought her. He chose her clothes now, because he wanted her fragile strongly feminine beauty enhanced by her clothes. Besides, the summer dresses, he had told her, allowed him to easily access her body when he chose. He simply had to lift the dress and he’d be able to touch her pussy, devoid of panties, and ready her with his touch to take her whenever and wherever he chose. He lifted the delicate white and red patterned dress up to her waist pushing her hands away when she tried to stop him.
“I am not going to hurt you. Stay still,” he urged. “I am trying to help you.”
Taking hold of her arms he pinned them above her head on the bed and held them there with one hand while he used his other to slip his fingers between the folds of her neatly shaven pussy. His intention was to see whether or not she was now menstruating but when he took his fingers away to examine them there was no blood.
“Now, I see the problem. We need to get your period started and your blood flowing. That will ease the pain.”
“Let me go.”
“Hush,” he softened the tone of his voice as he carefully moved his fingers back and forth between the lips of her vagina to dampen it with her arousal. “If you won’t take any medication then I will give you some of my own homespun medicine, a good orgasm. That always makes the blood flow and stops the pain. Trust me this will help. Now stop struggling, lie back and relax. I will make the pain go away.”
Despite rolling her body from side to side beneath him she grew wet fast. He grinned down at her.
“You can’t fight this. I know you want me to take you just like you did in the office.”
“I do not. Let me go. Bastard.”
He gave a tut and removed his fingers to slap his hand firmly down across her pussy making her jump beneath him. He gave her three more slaps to encourage her to comprehend the message.
“Ladies shouldn’t lie or swear. I won’t tolerate it, Fallon.”
Another two strikes, a little firmer this time had her gasping loudly.
“Misogynist,” she hissed.
“I am nothing of the sort. Just a
