The Billionaire kept the reins tight as he rode her, moving deep but slow at first and then building the pace, confident he would win the competition. Janis did not take his eyes off Fallon’s body. Holding the reins in one hand like a cowboy riding a horse on the plains, Vidar struck his hand across Fallon’s flanks to display his control of her body and bring her close to sinking into subspace. Her body was now relaxing under his command and moving without tension.
It was time to take it harder and faster. Her body shuddered and warmed when he deepened his drive into her channel convinced he would be near the wall of her cervix he was so far in her. There was no indication she was in discomfort taking the whole of his long length so he moved faster, pumping his cock like a hammer. Fallon panted around the bit as she strained on her bonds, tossing her head from side to side until he firmly guided it back in to position with a sharp tug on the reins. Vidar forgot where they were and who was watching them. All he could feel was Fallon’s tight wet body. He was close now. His cock so tight and fit to burst as the wet muscle walls of her channel massaged his penis back and forth to distraction.
He spanked her buttocks twice more, wishing he had been given a riding crop to school her with.
“Now, Fallon,” he hissed. “Obey me.”
Fallon cried out around her bit and came before any of the others making his heart sing with pride. He came with her treating his audience to a growl as he rammed inside her and rode her down to win the horse race. Some of the others came soon after and the last when he slumped over Fallon, spent. Only the sound of Janis clapping roused him. He was standing near them clapping excitedly.
“That was astounding, Mr Alvarsson. I don’t think I have ever seen anything so determined and breathtaking.”
He held out his hand. Vidar took it.
“Congratulations, you win my platforms.”
A while later, when they were dressed, Vidar and Fallon were led back to Bukelis’ study. The Billionaire’s heart was pounding when he finished tying his black tie. He took Fallon’s hand and pulled her protectively close to him knowing he was going to have to challenge Janis about his sister and get them both out at a moment’s notice.
When the door was closed Vidar made Fallon sit down in a chair to the side out of the way.
“Now we are alone. I want to see my sister. Bring her to me.”
Janis gave him a confused laugh.
“What are you talking about?”
“You know fine well who I am talking about. Stop stalling.”
“I am sorry but I really don’t.”
Unable to take anymore, Vidar walked purposefully towards him.
“I don’t want your damn oil platforms. I want to know where you are keeping Stina,” Vidar shouted pulling Janis up from the desk by the lapels on his tuxedo.
“Keeping who? Do you mean Stina, my wife?” he answered gruffly attempting to push Alvarsson away from him but failing to succeed.
Vidar pulled him out from behind the desk.
“Your what?”
“My wife.”
“She’s not your damn wife. She was sold to you. You are going to take me to her now. I have had men searching this place while we have been busy in here with your games and they can’t find her. Where the hell is she? I know she is here. You are keeping her prisoner.”
Janis started to laugh making Vidar want to hit him. He raised his fist to punch the man but Fallon was suddenly on her feet and behind him. She placed her hand on his arm and shook her head at him. He felt her warmth and love radiate into him calming his temper. Abruptly he let go of the man and pushed him away.
“You came all this way. Endured my games just for Stina?”
Janis was still laughing. Vidar took a breath and patiently waited for the bastard to tell him what the hell was going on and what he was laughing at.
“Stina isn’t a prisoner. Yes, I bought her from that woman’s father,” he laughed pointing at Fallon. “I knew who you were, Fallon the minute both of you walked in to the party. I knew you were after Stina and I wanted to see how far you would go. I bought Stina as a sex slave but that was a long time ago. I am not in that game anymore. Now we are husband and wife and I love her very much.”
“You’re lying. If that’s true then why the hell all the games with other men’s wives?”
Vidar started towards him disbelieving his story. Janis did not answer his question fuelling his anger even more. But again, Fallon’s warning hand on his arm stopped him dead.
“Where the hell is she?”
“She has been here all the time, watching our games.”
Janis glanced upwards to the corners of the walls at the hidden cameras Vidar had detected when they first came into the room. He frowned. The door at the opposite end of the room opened and a tall willowy woman whom he immediately recognised as Stina walked in to the study and came to stand next to her husband. She reached for his hand and he leaned over to kiss her making Vidar’s frown deepen.
He was confused because he felt frozen to the spot. He had envisaged this meeting so many times and it always began with him cuddling his long-lost sister and vowing to protect her. Vidar had expected to find her broken, fragile and tormented.
