The dominants were caressing the whips over the tender backs of the girl’s thighs now and producing a fresh batch of tears and helpless cries from each of them. Vidar followed suit making his own women quiver and tremble when he struck the fragile backs of their thighs before moving the end of the riding crops in between their legs to strike their vaginas and the small buds resting there, pussy whipping them. The room was filled with the pleasurable sound of whips cracking through the air and loud unforgiving slaps to vulnerable quivering female bottoms.
A short while later the punishment session ended.
“Are they wet, gentlemen?” Vidar asked slipping the middle fingers on both of his hands gently in between the folds of the women’s pussies resting on each of his knees, smiling when he found them soaking. He watched the men move the end of the riding crops over the women’s vulvas and gently in between their folds. They removed them and held the ends up and showed him the evidence. Every end was drenched in juice.
“Good. Then I see no reason why pleasure shouldn’t follow pain and you can initiate the dominant/submissive relationship. The sooner we start, the better, the quicker the project can proceed. The men nodded and put down the crops. They lovingly stroked the hot fiery bottoms in front of them, soothing them with a cool hand and the brush of their lips.
Vidar heard them pull down their zips as he picked up the rhythmic stroke of his fingers inside the women’s pussies. The small whimpers around the room were replaced with soft delicate moans and helpless cries of pleasure. He heard the men grunt and looked up to see them each embedding their long hard lengths into the women’s vaginas from behind, up inside them to the hilt with one hard thrust, reaching forward to hold their throats. With some encouraging slaps of their hands to their sore rumps, the men rode the women and themselves to satisfaction and release beginning the mentoring relationship.
The Billionaire kneaded Katherine and Claire’s clits wondering which of them would come first. He sharply pinched the small buds making them buck and rear as the men at either side fought to hold them down in place.
“Good girls,” he whispered inserting first one then two fingers up inside their channels, curling them expertly to caress their G-spots, teasing their pleasure, taking them to the edge and then back again. The men at either side reached one of their hands upwards and cupped a breast, working in perfect union. They firmly squeezed the breast as though to milk it and both flexed and tugged at the tight nipples. Then they reached up to wrap their lips over the teat and suck. Vidar smiled, approving of the erotic touch. The men from the human resources department were experts and it was not the first time he had used them all in such an arrangement. It wasn’t long before the women were panting and begging to be allowed to come as the men grazed their nipples with their teeth and Vidar thrust his fingers hard and fast inside them. To his delight the team leader came first and a second later Claire. The rest of the women were bucking back against the dominants coming hard.
Not long after, the room was cleared, Vidar cleansed his fingers and replaced his suit jacket. His security chief entered the room. He appeared excited.
“The legal team have just given me the okay. The evidence we have on Ethan Prince is infallible. We’ve got him just like you said yesterday. We can move on him now. We can move as soon as you are ready.”
Vidar stared at him, a wide grin spreading across his handsome features.
“What’s more. I think I know where your sister is. Let’s put your plan into action.”
Chapter 1
Vidar Alvarsson marched along the corridor of the office building in Docklands, London, in his designer black three-piece suit, with purpose while checking his cufflinks, a habit he had when he was about to enter a confrontation. Nicknamed The Viking because of his ruthless raiding of companies and stripping their assets, he more than lived up to the name with his striking Nordic features, a neatly groomed beard, and tall appearance that left any woman who came near him falling at his feet. He had waited a long time for revenge on his nemesis. Now everything in the building and the majority of the rest of Ethan Prince’s dubious business empire belonged to him and Alvarsson Industries. He’d bought the stock in Baron Prince Petroleum at a cut down price when he had helped to break news of its money laundering operation, other illegal practices, and mafia connections made by the CEO and Chairman of the Board. Now he was the majority holder and buying up the rest of the stock no one wanted anymore and stripping the company and taking the assets. There was just one final asset to claim, Ethan Prince’s daughter.
He made his way along the corridor, past glass enclosed offices full of people gathering up their belongings and making preparations to leave, towards three large offices overlooking the Thames and stopped at the first one. Fallon was pacing up and down talking to someone on the phone looking frantic and stressed out. He knew it was her father. Vidar didn’t wait to be invited in. Fallon looked up the moment he walked inside and contorted her pretty porcelain features with a glare, slamming down the phone, her conversation unfinished.
“There is no way, I am going with you. I don’t care what my father said on the phone.”
Fallon Prince appeared adamant and the Billionaire realised he was going to have to be more persuasive. “He thinks he can make decisions for me but he can’t. I will not give up control of my life for a man,
