Vidar hardened while watching her breathlessly bite her swollen pink bottom lip and moan even though she continued to struggle. He had to fight to keep her still, slamming her back against the wall to strike her vagina again then whip his hand across both breasts simultaneously. Her resistance made the game between them even more enticing. Never had he wanted to win a battle more. Fallon Prince would submit to him whether her self-control allowed it or not. It was just a matter of time before she knelt at his feet and begged him to collar and leash her as his own.
He intensified the slaps, delivering them at a high pace over her breasts careful to capture the taut teats, feeling her wetness increase tenfold to soak his palm when he spanked her pussy making him wondered whether he should just take her again. She was daring him. But then he’d promised only to mount her when she had fully surrendered and welcomed him. The urge was strong and as potent as she had provoked in their game just before. But if he confessed his need she would win and he would be at her mercy, under her control. Never would he give himself so freely to a woman. Besides, he was more than sure she would refuse him and his command over her in the situation would be lost. He tightened his frame determined to keep control. Fallon Prince was going to be his downfall if he didn’t tame his own desire for her.
Vidar moved in close for the last wet strike of her pussy. His desire was ready to burst inside his trousers when his thigh and cock, sheathed in his trousers, accidentally brushed her own soft bare inner thigh and over her vagina. It made him grunt. A look of surprised triumph pierced her eyes. Narrowing his own he immediately ceased the pussy slaps, letting go of her wrists to curve his hands around and under her bottom to hold and squeeze her buttocks. In one sweeping motion, he lifted her up around him. Electricity jolted through him when his clothed cock thrust against her wet pussy so much so he didn’t see the slap across his face coming. The blow was sharp and stung a little but it only seemed to fire his need for her as it had done in the office when he first arrogantly took her. It was with practiced self-control, he didn’t pull down his zip and thrust hard inside her. His little whore’s game was now on dangerous ground. If she baited him any further he was going to give her exactly what she truly wanted from him.
With an animalistic noise, he carried her to the bed. Bending, with her legs still around him, he lowered her down on it. He gripped her throat hard with his hand. She panted and looked up at him as he roughly forced her legs apart. He reached for the tampon he had thrown on top of the bed in the struggle and, with his teeth, opened the wrapper. The Billionaire intensified the grip on her throat forcing her head up and back and with a careful, gentle, and correctly aimed slap he tapped the side of her face in one quick motion with his hand. She gasped with a sound that was more aroused than shocked. His little princess whore liked to be roughly handled.
“Don’t move or I will put you to bed naked with your legs raised and open so I can change your tampon when needed. Do I make myself clear? You are here to service my needs like a whore whether you like it or not. Put your feet flat on the bed and keep those legs open.”
He took her silence to mean he had been understood and let go of her throat to turn his attention to her vagina. She was flooded but there was no more blood when he examined it with his finger. It seemed Fallon would be enduring some more PMT anger symptoms before the night was out. A part of him relished the thought of another rough tussle that this time would perhaps end in her begging him to take her. Vidar gave Fallon’s vagina a soft stroke to soothe her, impressed she was now lying still and breathing hard.
It was by no means the first time he had inserted a tampon into a woman and he knew exactly what to do. Using his fingers, he opened the entrance to her vagina nice and wide and slowly inserted the tampon. Content it was comfortably lodged inside and she was adequately plugged, he closed her legs and lifted her by the arms to sitting. She could barely look at him.
“Good girl. That wasn’t too bad now, was it? You made a fuss for nothing.”
She glared at his condescending tone making him smile with satisfaction.
“I will change you in a couple of hours.” He set the alarm on his Vacheron Constantin watch. “If I find you have taken it out and changed it yourself, I will take my belt to your bottom again and I am not sure your bottom will want that. Am I understood, Fallon?”
She ignored him and started to get up off the bed reaching for the remnants of her dress. He stopped her, gripping her wrists again.
“Answer me, Fallon.”
“Yes,” she hissed.
“Good. Stay where you are.”
The Billionaire let go of her wrists.
“I will fetch you some panties and a new dress,” he told her picking up the remnants of material to toss it into the bin.
Shame, I liked you in that dress. It showed your curves off to perfection. No matter, I will buy you another one.
“You have been taking care of people to your detriment for too long and have been abused for it. It is time you learnt to trust
