“I want there to be one,” she replied.
“Why didn’t you tell me that’s what you wanted?” he demanded.
“I was afraid after that night. You were so cold in the car. I thought my use to you was over.”
He grimaced. He hadn’t even considered her feelings and how her past with her own family and their rejection of her would affect how she saw his behaviour towards her.
“I am so sorry, Fallon. I don’t ever want to let you go. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
He came closer and captured her lips and probed her mouth deep, possessively. She whimpered and moaned with the force of his ardent kiss and responded clutching like a helpless child at his arms as he drew her into the enclosure of his own.
“Then come home with me back to London and be the wife we both want you to be.”
“I want that more than anything but I have a job here now and I like it.”
She didn’t sound convinced of her assertion.
“I don’t want to be a stay at home wife like you want.”
He smiled and started to undo his tie.
“You took a vow to obey me or have you forgotten, little one?” he whispered wrapping the silver-grey tie around her wrists and tying it tight. “I think you need to be reminded of that. And if you are a good girl we can talk about a suitable compromise that can work for both of us. Because I have a much more important job for you to do right now.”
“What’s that?” she asked breathlessly watching him remove his dark navy suit jacket and drape it over her chair exposing the matching waistcoat which clung enticingly to his athletic figure beneath it. He undid his belt buckle and pulled it out of the belt loops making her gasp.
“Once I have disciplined you for not telling me what you wanted and all of your needs, something I expect you to do in the future,” he said huskily folding the belt over and lying it on the desk. “I am going to mount you and you are going to conceive our first child. One of many. I want us to create our own large family, darling,” he told her kissing her lips once more. “Would you like that or have you started taking those contraception pills I demanded you didn’t take again?” he asked her, sliding her skirt up her thighs.
“No. I never started taking them again. Yes. Yes, more than anything. I have missed being corrected by you and I have been reckless.” She gave a small smile. “I need your dominance and discipline. I can’t live without it anymore. You make me feel safe, loved, and protected and I crave to submit to you. I can’t live without you. I belong to you and no one else.”
His heart leapt noticing she was breathing hard anxious at having so blatantly confessed all she wanted from him, afraid of his reaction despite his words.
“Good girl. I won’t ever let you escape me again. I will always love and take care of you as my wife and my submissive. Now, let’s get started. What did I say about wearing panties?” he whispered tugging at the flimsy material covering her pussy so hard it snapped in his hands. He threw the remnants into the waste paper bin before turning her around and directing her to lie flat over the desk so he could administer her punishment.
He rested his hand on her bottom revelling in its softness. He had been away from her flesh too long. It was a pleasure just to touch her. He bent his lips and gently kissed both cheeks before picking up the belt and bringing down the first lash from the makeshift whip across the seat of her bare bottom. Her bottom jumped and shivered as he branded her rump with stinging red stripes, marking her as his property once more. When he had finished making the tender backs of her thighs the same hot red, he raised her up and quickly undid his zip. Thrusting his fingers between her thighs he found her soaking wet, ready and prepared for his entry.
Taking out his long, hard cock, he put his hands around her waist and lifted her up to lower her pussy directly on top of its tip. Carefully he lowered her downwards until his length was fully inserted inside her channel. Once more she clung to him like a child, sweeping her hands around his neck, moaning with satisfaction as she wrapped her legs, her feet still encased in her high heeled black Louboutins with their trademark red soles around his waist. Firmly embedded inside her, the Billionaire carried his wife to the opposite wall of her office away from the glass windows looking out over the La Grande Arche de La Defense in the Parisian business quarter.
He rested her back against the wall and slowly began to thrust inside her moving her body back up against the wall. She bit her lip watching him lift a hand to dip it down inside her blouse and into her bra to scoop up a breast. He brought his lips to it driving harder and deeper curling his cock in her channel to stroke the rough front wall of her vagina and the centre of her pleasure. He sucked at her nipple, drawing it between his teeth to nip at it. Vidar heard Fallon cry out and smiled with satisfaction knowing she was feeling that tantalising rush of cold and warmth through her body as he inflicted the small amount of pain. It produced a flood of silky juice from her
