“I won’t let him touch you. I promise I will keep you safe,” he whispered.
Fallon nodded as he was handed the collar and leash. He placed his hand on her shoulder and firmly pressed downwards, like the other men had indicating their submissive wife should kneel in front of them. He watched Fallon slowly lower herself to her knees and bow her head with respect waiting to receive his next command.
“Turn around and lift yourself up on to all fours,” Vidar ordered.
Again, Fallon obeyed him without question. Vidar bent and fixed the collar around her neck and stood tugging the leash to force his submissive to raise her head upwards.
“Good,” Janis said. “Now make them walk to heel into the next room where we will begin the game.”
Wrapping the leather around the width of his hand, Vidar pulled on the leash again making Fallon gasp and strain her head upwards.
“Walk. And keep to heel,” he commanded in a stern tone.
The men moved forward walking their wives on all fours. Vidar took in the beautiful sight of their naked bodies. Their full breasts wobbling and bouncing lightly on their chests as they shuffled and crawled led by their leads. But not one of them compared to the beauty and allure of his own wife. If one of them dared not keep to the rule of crawling to heel then their dominant husband would bend to tap their buttocks with the back of his hand making them yelp and immediately correct their behaviour.
They entered another similar room only this one was bigger. The walls were painted turquoise and on the floor where black and white tiles making it appear a little garish. Not Vidar’s taste. There was hardly any furniture in the room apart from a few red padded dining chairs along the sides at intervals making the Billionaire wonder if they were positioned there for a viewing audience. He didn’t miss the cameras up in each corner as there had been in Janis’ study.
On the floor facing the large windows were some long, white, heavily-padded mats placed in a semi-circle. In front of them was a large, red velvet armchair.
“Please put your wives on the mats and fix the leash to the hook in the floor to secure their movement. We don’t want them running off, now do we?” Bukelis chuckled.
The men led their naked wives by the leash to the mats. Vidar made sure he settled Fallon on top of the middle one and tightly fastened her leash to the hook now having a better picture of what Bukelis had in mind.
“Gentlemen, please take the bridle you are being given and place it around your wife’s face and head. Please allow my assistants to restrain your wife’s wrists and ankles in the cuffs they will provide.”
Vidar took the bridle and bent down to fix it over Fallon’s head. She gave him a nervous look.
“Shh, relax. This won’t hurt and remember what I said. I will take care of you and keep you safe,” he reassured in a velvet whisper. Slipping the bit between her glossy scarlet lips before gently patting and stroking her bottom, as though he were sweeping his hand over the flank of a sleek racehorse, the assistants secured her wrists and ankles.
“Gentlemen, please undress and place your clothes on the chairs at the sides. The object of the game is to enter your wife and ride her to a climax before your opponents. Whoever comes first and is the most entertaining will win the contract and come to discuss business with me.”
Vidar couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. Ericksson hadn’t been wrong about the man’s strange business practices or his voyeuristic tendencies.
“Oh, and ladies, don’t try to pretend your pleasure. I can spot a fake from a mile off.” He smiled sitting down in the red velvet armchair to view the proceedings. “Let me see you warm up your ladies. Whoever makes their woman orgasm first wins the platforms.”
Vidar undressed and noticed the women in the room sweep their eyes over his tall, athletic, muscular form with admiration. He had fucked in front of an audience many times before and it did not deter him but he was concerned for Fallon’s safety and wondered if her anxiety would make it difficult for her to perform the game. He knelt down and smoothed his hands over her bottom. Then he leaned over her and kissed her neck keeping his eyes on Janis before slipping the bit momentarily out of her mouth.
“I’m okay,” she whispered reading his thoughts. “I can do this, I won’t let you down.”
“Forget everyone in the room. It is just you and me. Remember you are my submissive and I expect your total obedience. That way I can take care of you.”
She nodded and allowed him to replace the bit.
Vidar sat up and without warning slapped his hand over his wife’s bottom. The sound echoed tantalisingly around the room. Janis grinned and watched with interest as the Billionaire spanked his wife to obedient arousal. The others tried to follow his example watching his technique of striking each buttock with the gentle curve of his large male palm as he swiped it across her cheeks and then the vulnerable backs of her thighs until they burned a rosy red. But they were clumsy and their wives restless and uncooperative with their attempts to discipline them.
When he finished he slid his fingers gently into her pussy from behind watching the other men harshly thrust their fingers inside their wives’ vulvas in a rushed manner, desperate to make them wet. Vidar felt satisfied when he found Fallon soaking after her spanking. He leaned forward and swatted his hand over her pussy and breasts hanging ripe and swollen beneath her noticing Janis was captivated. He repeated the actions, careful to catch each nipple and build her desire. Some of the men were already penetrating their wives. Vidar took his time to slowly slide into Fallon’s entrance and with
