He gave her three more slaps to encourage her to comprehend the message making her growl. Then pinched her clit to encourage some good behaviour. A flood of wetness seeped into her folds making him feel victorious. He heard a stray moan of pleasure escape her lips but she still wasn’t allowing him to take control and pleasure her pain away. He was going to have to force the orgasm from her, something he loved doing to a woman playing a bratty game with him when he dominated her. The orgasm always proved so strong and desirable she would be kneeling at his feet afterwards keen to obey his every order and begging for him to leash her, collar and tame her with a strong hard fucking. Fallon was proving more of a challenge as he had already anticipated but it was one he could more than master. He watched her closely for signs of fear but he saw none. It was as though she wanted to wrestle with him and encourage him to make her submit just as she had done in the office. The very idea made him hard and he ached to simply free his cock and thrust inside her to the hilt silencing the game she played. But he knew, for now, that would be a step too far. He would continue to play her game of denial and resistance until he broke her down and she fell submissively into his arms.
Her struggles became stronger. She bucked her pelvis encouraging him to pinch her clit sharply to make her still. It did for a moment but she made the mistake of swearing at him again and calling him that damned insulting word, misogynist. She knew just how to push his damn buttons, just a little bit too much. Time to act and show her he was a man true to his word.
“That’s it, little girl. I have taken enough,” he told her sternly in a heavy parental tone.
He took his hand away from her arms and gripped her dress that he’d raised to her waist. As she continued to struggle, he tugged it upwards. She wriggled so much it tore as he lifted it. He heard her give a breathless gasp in response giving him every indication she was actually aroused by his rough handling of her body, although he knew she would go to the grave rather than admit it.
The Billionaire continued tearing the garment up over her breasts and up over her head, quickly turning his attention to her pretty white lace bra encasing her large plump breasts he couldn’t help admiring so much. He hadn’t seen them naked since she had been tied to the bed back at his home in the UK and so deliciously available for his caress whenever he desired to touch her.
Mmm. Maybe I should do that to you again. It might make you accept my rule and help you realise I can do whatever I choose to do with you.
But for now, he was content enough to exercise some discipline. Vidar pulled the straps of the bra down her arms, then swept his hands underneath her back, and expertly undid the catch. He pulled the base of the bra upwards, lifting the cups up and off the pert mounds to bare them to his gaze making her shriek with surprise. With dexterity, he pulled the cups up forcing the straps right down her arms. With a twist of the material he wove the straps and cups around her wrists and secured them together tightly. Satisfied she could not free herself he stopped straddling her and holding her slender waist flipped her over on to her front.
Fallon tried to raise her body up onto her knees by putting her elbows down into the bed to help her manage the feat. He allowed her to and reached for two pillows from the bed. As she came up on all fours he thrust the pillows under her pelvis and pushed her downwards so her bare bottom was thrust up into the air. Now she couldn’t move anywhere. He had her just where he wanted her.
He moved off the bed and removed his Aran jumper he’d placed over his suit trousers to reveal his lean athletically toned chest. He undid the gold buckle on his belt and then pulled it clean out of the loops on his black suit trousers.
“I warned you I would whip your backside if you called me a misogynist again. I don’t believe the women who work for me would appreciate you calling me that.” He folded over the belt.
“Oh, I think they will when they find out you have virtually kidnapped me and made me part of your goods and chattel.” She kicked her legs in frustration but he couldn’t help feeling triumphant when he noticed her briefly scan her eyes over his chest and take in all that muscle he worked so hard in the gym to develop.
“Mmm. I suppose I have,” he said in a dark husky tone lifting the belt up to his eye level to study it, smoothing his hand seductively along the leather knowing she was staring at it with fear. He smiled wickedly at her. “I suppose you might be right. Still, I am not going to let you call me that word.” He approached the bed. “And you won’t ever again when I am finished whipping your butt.”
He crawled on top of the bed and knelt up beside her. Placing his hand gently around her throat to raise her head upwards and keep her still, making her place her palms flat on to the bed and hold her raised position with a strain, he lifted the makeshift whip and brought the first lash down hard against
