Viking Raider

by Arabella Kingsley

  The woman gave a soft moan as Janis leaned forward and brushed his lips across hers at the same time as he dipped his fingers in between her delicate pink folds. Another trembling moan. He held her captive with his gaze as everyone watched him move his fingers expertly back and forth over her clit. She became wet very quickly. Not once did Janis’s eyes leave hers.

  “How much do you want this deal, Mr Baker?” he asked her husband who appeared equally mesmerised by his seductive caress of his wife’s body. “Enough to allow me the privilege to penetrate your wife and fuck her?” he asked in a whisper.

  The man let out a breath he had been holding and spoke slowly.

  “Be my guest?” he told him without hesitation continuing to hold his wife in place for the man.

  Bukelis smiled but something told Vidar he wasn’t satisfied with his answer despite the appearance. Still, he gently kissed the woman again, this time leisurely probing his tongue between her lips. She opened her mouth wide and allowed him to take control, responding feverishly to his tightening hold on her breast. The kiss became rough making the woman breathless. Her moans of pleasure became loud against his lips. Vidar didn’t get the impression she was faking either. She appeared to be enjoying him as much as he did her. But jealously was narrowing Mr Baker’s eyes to sharp points. Still the weak man made no move to stop Marcus when he sharply and roughly inserted two of his fingers inside her to the hilt. She gave a loud cry and bucked down hard on his fingers rubbing her back against her husband’s tuxedo. Marcus pulsed his fingers in and out of the woman hard and fast kissing her as hard as he finger fucked her. He nipped and pulled at her nipple making her cry out in a pained gasp. Within a couple of minutes her pussy was flooded, her juice seeping out on to the tops of her thighs for all in the room to see and admire.

  Her pelvis bucked towards him as he drove his fingers deeper. She panted like a wild woman in heat, every second coming closer and closer to release. He seemed to bring her close to her climax and then slowed the pace of finger fucking her until she whimpered and begged.

  “Please, please,” she panted thrusting her pelvis at him when he removed his lips from hers.

  He smiled gently at her and then at her husband.

  “I love it when a woman begs. It makes her so soft and helpless, completely at my mercy,” he gave a small chuckle studying her lips then sweeping his eyes down over her flushed warm body as though she were a fly he had trapped in his web.

  “Now, I will let you come, little one,” he whispered at her. “Watch me as you do. Let me hear your pleasure as well as feel it. You are so wet. She must be a joy to fuck every night,” he remarked to Mr Baker but the man said nothing. Marcus started to ram his fingers inside her channel so hard she cried out and instantly climaxed. Her lithe slim body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat as she moved up and down over his fingers almost as though in slow motion. Her blue eyes were glazed and her breathing was slow and deep as though she were in a drugged state. Each reach for breath was loud and consuming. No one in the room could tear their eyes from the erotic sight of her moving naked body that Janis commanded so easily.

  “Good girl. You have pleased me,” their host whispered brushing his lips against hers for the last time as she slumped exhausted in to her husband’s arms, her orgasm having receded. “You were indeed a pleasure to fuck.”

  After two more gentle thrusts inside her pussy, he removed his fingers and inserted them straight in to his mouth to sample her taste in front of her.

  “Beautiful. Now let us see what other delights we have here,” he said with a grin taking the wipe one of the Chinese assistants gave him to cleanse his fingers with.”

  Vidar felt Fallon push her body back against him beginning to shrink away from Janis as he swept his eyes over her body. Instinctively, Vidar pressed his own closer to remind her of his protective presence. The Billionaire did not like the way Bukelis looked at Fallon. There was a dangerous hunger in his eyes. He’d read about the man and what he had done to women. This play with the wives, testing the husbands was seductive and a game nothing more. But every time he looked at Fallon, Vidar could see the sexually deviant monster in Marcus rise to the surface and smoulder in his grey eyes. He was capable of a violence Vidar didn’t even want Fallon to read about let alone see or God forbid experience. Just being here in this room with her naked amongst all of these men was testing his very limits. If the bastard tried to touch her he would kill him no matter what. It made him wonder at what point did he fall in love with his beautiful hostage?

  He watched Janis turn to the next man cupping one of his wife’s buttocks to give it a gentle squeeze. The man said nothing and neither did his wife. Janis raised his hand and spanked it hard across her butt making the woman jump back against her husband who continued to hold her firmly in place for the Bukelis to play with as he desired. He repeated the action and Vidar could see the woman’s cheek colour rosy red. Janis tucked his fingers underneath her chin and tilted it up towards him. He looked directly in to her eyes.

  “I bet this one gives you a lot of trouble,” he said to her husband tilting his head to one side to study her closely.

  The husband laughed.

  “Yes, so much more than anyone realises.”

  “Would you like me to spank her for you?”

  The husband grinned.

  “Why not? I would enjoy seeing her disciplined,” he replied his eyes wide with enthusiasm.

  “Philip, you can’t be serious?” his wife protested.

  “Jacinta, do as you are told,” he snapped. “I think this will do you a hell of a lot of good and help you settle down in our marriage,” he informed pushing her forwards towards Bukelis.

  Their host grinned and gently took hold of her arm bringing her towards him.

  “Don’t worry, little one. I have a firm hand but I will not harm you.”

  He led her naked body towards the bottom of the room near his desk and with a guiding hand he laid on the middle of her back he gently made her bend forwards.

  “Take hold of your ankles,” he instructed in a soft dark voice.

  “I’ve never been spanked before,” she sounded a little afraid.

  “Then this will be a new experience for you.”

  Bukelis made sure her bottom was facing them all so they all could clearly see the delicious curve of her bare bottom and the pout of her lush pink vulva from behind together with the small dark puckered hole of her anus. Once more, Fallon pressed her body close to Vidar and he duly reciprocated her need for protection by placing his arm around her waist.

  Janis smoothed his hand over each of the woman’s buttocks as she looked back at them all through her legs.

  “Is this going to hurt?” she asked timidly in a small childlike voice which appeared to delight their host by the sudden glint in his eyes.

  “It is going to sting more than hurt,” he informed in a parental tone. “Now be a good girl and hold your bottom steady for me.”

  Janis stood to the side and placing his hand on the middle of her back to keep her down in position, he raised his large wide male palm. He brought it crashing down on the left buttock making her yelp loudly. All of the women in the room gave a shocked gasp except Fallon who remained tight lipped looking with distaste at the male chuckling and nods of approval. Vidar remained impassive determined not to betray any emotion either way. All he could think of was grabbing his sister and getting both she and Fallon out of there as fast as possible.

  The second slap rained down hard on the opposite buttock. Bukelis took up his stride colouring the woman’s bottom a deep shade of crimson by the time he had spanked her bare bottom, alternating between striking the seat and the cheeks. A steady stream of tears flowed from her eyes and her whimpers turned in to gentle sobs as he began to give the tender backs of her thighs some attention. Vidar watched her husband view the entertainment of his wife’s punishment with glee as though it were something he had been itching to do himself for a long time. V
idar greatly believed in taming a wife or woman with a spanking but that the application of discipline should be enacted by the husband or lover themselves and no one else. Still, it was arousing to watch the woman so expertly taken to task.

  Where are you Stina? Why are you not with him?

  When the spanking was dispensed with, Janis made the woman stay in her confined subservient position. He bent down on to his haunches and peered between her thighs. Her bottom was so red and hot, Vidar could have sworn he could feel the heat from where he was standing at the end of the semi-circle. He had to give the man credence for his work. He was an expert.

  “Lovely,” he said. “You are soaking wet.” He moved a little so that everyone in the room could view the glistening moisture clinging to the pink petal folds of her vagina and clitoris. “Your husband should spank you more often. I bet you are heavily aching in there. After pain, pleasure must always come, little one,” he told her smoothing his hand over her sore bottom to make her wince.

  “Let us see what we can do to make it go away.”

  There was no objection from her husband when he slid two of his fingers in to her vulva and began to stroke back and forth, spiralling his digits around her clit to massage the small nub before surprising them all to move his tongue inside and lap at the juice drenching her vagina. The woman softly moaned forgetting the smarting pain from her butt as his slick tongue moved back and forth, curling to move in and out of the entrance to her channel. She quickly began to pant and Vidar knew she was close to a climax after a short amount of time. He felt himself harden despite the scenario and knew his cock would be pressing invitingly against Fallon’s own naked bottom demanding entry. He could help raise an eyebrow when he felt her move backwards and rub her bottom against it.

  The eyes of the room rested on the scene before them mesmerised. All the men in the room appeared hard and the female naked bodies appeared flushed with arousal, their nipples taut and fully erect. Marcus began to furiously lash his tongue against her wet vulva. Her cries became louder, more helpless. But she was to cry with frustration when he suddenly removed his tongue and reached higher. He clasped her sore buttocks tightly, digging the pads of his long fingers hard in to her flesh making her cry out once more before he cruelly pulled them apart and thrust the tip of his tongue towards her anus. He circled his lithe tongue around the small circle to dampen it and then gently penetrated the orifice with the tip. The woman went wild bucking her butt back against his mouth. He sank his fingers back in to her pussy and after almost lovingly stroking it a few times, he inserted three up inside her channel. Her husband appeared enthralled. He could not take his eyes off her body as it was skilfully manipulated towards climax.

  Bukelis lapped inside and out of her anus with a ferocious appetite. His fingers pumped in and out of her entrance at a frantic pace until her pleasure erupted and she screamed out her release for all to hear. Her sexy body appeared to move in slow motion as he continued to penetrate her in both orifices. She bucked her bottom back against him clinging to her ankles for support while he gripped one thigh from behind to hold her steady. Eventually she slumped back against him. He raised his face and smiled clearly having enjoyed the tasty experience very much. Janis swept his arm around her to hold her up and gently moved his fingers back and forth still inside her vulva to enjoy the aftershocks racking her body internally.

  All of the men in the room actually clapped his performance making him chuckle. He returned the woman to her husband and cleansed his face and hands with wipes once more before continuing his travel around the semi-circle, tasting and touching the rest of the wives until he came to Vidar and Fallon. It was as though he had deliberately left Fallon until last. Vidar felt his need to guard his wife go through the roof. It was an effort not to narrow his eyes at the man and carry her out of there before he dared lay his hands on her naked body.

  “Now what have we here?” Janis asked making no disguise of his attraction to Fallon by the way he swept his eyes over her small curved form, allowing his gaze to rest on her breasts. “Very beautiful.”

  Vidar tensed, his eyes narrowing at the man. Janis’s own darkened but his smile stayed. He reached out to touch her breast and Vidar was acting before the thought even crossed his mind. He shot out his arm and grabbed Bukelis by the wrist and twisted.

  “Keep your hands off my wife,” he demanded in Norwegian.

  Marcus put his free hand up and issued an apology back in Norwegian. Satisfied, the Billionaire let go of his wrist allowing him to take a step back.

  Vidar grimaced. He had probably blown it but there was no damn way he was allowing Bukelis to fuck his wife and his sister. Marcus gave a laugh and returned to his initial position by the front of his desk.

  “Well, gentlemen, I have made my choice. As you know, only four of you will enter the next phase of the race. The winner will be chosen from there. So, Mr Conway, Mr Hansen, Mr Baker and Mr Alvarsson, will you please join me in the next room. I would like to thank the rest of you for taking part and if you would like to follow my staff you can re-join the party. Thank you.”

  Vidar tensed again. He hadn’t expected to get through. What game was the man playing? As though he had somehow heard his thoughts, Bukelis came towards him as the other guests departed.

  “I suppose you are wondering why I chose you when you refused to let me touch your beautiful wife?”

  “Yes, I suppose I am.”

  “I like a man who stands in his power who doesn’t follow the crowd and defends what he owns to the last. That is the kind of man I want to deal with in business.”

  Vidar nodded. With a smile Janis came to stand in front of all four men with their wives.

  “Now, gentlemen, I believe you will find the next stage of the competition very entertaining. Place the collars on your wives you are being given then put them on all fours in front of you. Hold the leash in your hand,” he instructed. “We have another game to play.”

  Vidar tucked his fingers underneath Fallon’s chin.

  “Are you ok?” he checked.

  “Yes. Don’t worry. We can do this,” she urged betraying a slight quiver in her voice.

  He looked directly in to her eyes pouring his strength in to her.

  “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 man 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 in to 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 walked 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 position
ed there for a viewing audience. He didn’t miss the cameras up in each corner as there had been in Janis’s 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.