Turning his attention to the seat of her bare, pert, fleshy bottom which was a delight to watch jump, wobble, and quiver under his discipline, he soundly whipped it over and over again before alternating the strokes over the left and right cheek. Fallon howled like a baby and even sobbed but, in between, she still defiantly growled and cursed him prompting him to deliver more strikes to the delicious peachy bottom of hers. Would she ever learn? He held the power and called the shots in her life now.
“I have told you I do not believe it is becoming for a lady to swear.”
“Misogynist.”
“You like that word too much, little one,” he chastised, lashing her butt once more. “You use it too easily and not in the proper context. I adore women. I don’t hate them. I just wish to protect them and discipline them when they need correction,” he informed her imperiously with a hint of humour. “Little one, you are repaying a debt with your body and your presence in my life while paying for the sins of your father. It is time you became accepting of your role in life now. As I have already told you there is no escape. The sooner you do and submit to me the better you will feel, darling.”
He continued to whip her bottom for a while longer until he could feel her resistance leaving her and then delivered strikes to the tender backs of her thighs producing a fresh rush of tears spilling down her cheeks and howls.
“That’s a good girl. Get all of that anger and frustration out. You will feel better. I promise. Resign yourself to what is happening. Good girl. Just a few more strokes and it will all be over,” he soothed lashing the whip expertly, firmly without mercy over the backs of her thighs as he spoke almost in a contradicting gentle whisper.”
Finally, he threw down his belt feeling her body slump and push her throat down on to his carefully positioned hand. He slowly removed it allowing her head to lower to the bed and her arms propping her body up over the pillows to relax so she hung limp over the pillows, a fine sheen of sweat covering her beautiful naked form.
He flattened his palm over the seat of her bottom loving the feel of heat emanating from her skin. He rubbed it gently to calm the sting, making her whimper.
“Shh. Relax. The sting will calm as will the heat.”
He reached over and brushed his cool lips over her flesh smiling when his beard cruelly scraped over it. He used his other hand to rub her back until her emotion subsided.
“Now, let’s tame that pain and get you menstruating.”
Vidar removed the pillows from underneath her body and gently pulled her naked body with him as he moved to sit up against the headboard leaving her hands trapped in the confines of the bra he had tightened around her wrists. He enjoyed the sensual movement of her soft naked skin against the warmth of his bare muscled chest as he positioned Fallon directly on top of his body facing the room with her head resting on his shoulder. He cupped one of her breasts and smoothed his opposite hand down her body over her stomach to her vagina. He slipped his fingers in between the pink petal lips and smiled. He kissed the top of her hair and affectionately brushed his beard against her tear-stained cheek.
“You are flooded here, darling.” He picked up a rhythmic stroking, circling, kneading, pinching and flexing the small bud nestled there. “Now stop moving your legs and relax. I don’t want to see any more resistance from you. I won’t hurt you. You enjoyed me touching you last time in London. Learn to trust me.”
Softly, gently Vidar began to caress the full swollen lips of her sex ready to catch the first drops of her menstrual blood. He squeezed gently at her breast and tugged at the nipple but when she made to wrestle with him and voiced with embarrassment, “Please, I don’t want to get blood on you,” he took his hand away from her breast and slipped it around her throat to hold her with gentle firmness and keep her still. He looked down at her lovingly when she gave him a delicate moan. His throat hold appeared to give her security and comfort. Satisfied she was warming to the idea and inviting him to continue, he circled one of his fingers around her entrance preparing to penetrate her with it. Now he felt her hips buck upwards and a new flush of wetness coat her vagina to ease his path inside her.
Soaking his finger, he eased it up inside her using the pad of his thumb to caress her clit and her soaking lips. He heard her pant as he pushed his finger deeper. More moans of pleasure forced themselves from her mouth and he became satisfied when her hips pushed her body down onto his finger trying to catch more of it up inside. He joined the first finger with a second and reached higher stroking the velvet wet walls rhythmically before curling it to make contact with the rough front wall of her vagina, the G-spot.
At this point Fallon’s hips rose into the air and her passionate cries became helpless, wanton, and abandoned. The sound enthralled him. The Billionaire felt his need to dominate her surge and triumph in his control of her body. He intensified his stroking action watching her face flush with a warm rosy glow. His thumb caressed the softness of her neck as he continued to hold her fragile throat to keep her
