Quickly freeing her hands and twisting her hair inside his fist once more, he pulled her off the desk and down onto her knees in front of him on the floor. Tugging her hair to force her head up and back, he led his cock to her mouth and roughly pushed it between her lips. Her mouth opened wide to accept him and immediately closed around his taut length making him grunt again when she cruelly grazed her teeth along his flesh.
Vidar bent and flattening his palm he gently tapped the side of her face while pulling her hair at the same time to safely discipline her for the action. The effect was dazzling. Fallon’s tamed gasp vibrated against his cock. She began to suck him with a fevered pace. It wouldn’t take much. He could barely hold his seed and now someone was trying to break the door down.
He thrust manically in and out of her mouth deep to the back of her throat just before the point of engaging her gag reflex and allowed himself the indulgence of coming strongly. His seed frothed inside her wet silky mouth spilling out from the sides as his grip tightened on her hair to force her mouth to take more of him inside her. Her hands wound around his legs and clung to him, her mouth a willing receptacle as she allowed him to forcefully fuck it the same way he had done her pussy.
“Swallow every last drop or I will tan your hide,” he ordered roaring with contentment when he felt her greedily gulp it down her throat.
His body was in danger of slumping over when his pleasure diminished. The door came off its hinges. With lightning speed, he raised Fallon to her feet by her hair and inserted his cock back inside his trousers behind his closed zip. He pressed her back against the wall covering her naked body with the front of his own, his hands above her shoulders to prevent her escape as the door was knocked in and flat to the ground.
“We are fine,” he said turning his head to the side unable to stop his free hand from stroking the side of her body as he spoke to the two concerned men. “Just a small argument,” he said, softly continuing his caress unable to keep his eyes from hers as he tried to work out what she was thinking, feeling. He just wanted them all to leave so he could ask her.
Guests were peering in making him press closer to shield Fallon. She leaned her body close to him seeking his protection, making his heart ache and beat faster with excitement. It was the first time she had willingly expressed a need for it and he was more than eager to step up and provide her with his security.
“Get them out of here and leave us,” he commanded, his voice threatening to display his impatience at his security team. “We will return in a minute.”
Feeling the compulsion to touch her more intimately again he slipped his fingers inside her pussy and stroked the small bud trying to coax it back to life.
“As long as you are both all right?” his chief of security enquired again as the other man directed the guests away.
“Yes. I have already told you.”
Vidar continued his pleasurable caress glancing down at his fingers. Her period had still not appeared and he was free to do with her as he wished.
Finally, the security chief left them alone together. Fallon opened her mouth to speak but he pressed his finger to her lips wanting the moment to last a bit longer before the spell was broken.
“Hush,” he instructed in a soft whispered tone.
Vidar lowered himself to his knees. She wasn’t the only person in the room who had been conquered. His tongue curled and licked at the tip of her clit, tasting her juice. Intermittently nibbling gently at the small bud, he twisted his tongue frantically through and over the soft wet folds carving out the letters of the alphabet coaxing yet another climax into being. He looked up at his beautiful captive as she whimpered with delight and cried out her sweet release. The moment she finished coming she dropped to her knees and propelled herself into his arms, sobbing. Captivated at her show of vulnerability he held her close loving the way she clung to him, her anger and resistance finally tamed.
Chapter 6
He scooped her up into his arms and took her straight to their cabin to put her to bed.
“There is someone I must meet with and then I will be straight back,” he said softly sitting on the side of the bed to tuck the sheets further around her. “I won’t be long. Then we can talk.” He brushed his lips across her forehead and stood.
Fallon reached out and grabbed his hand.
“I read up on everything you have gone through. I am sorry about what my father and my family did to you. I am ashamed. I want to help you find your sister,” she told him in a tearful voice.
His heart leapt for her. Vidar sat back down on the bed and raised her up into his arms. He trailed his finger-tips through her silky hair
“Shh. This is not your fault, little one. You are just caught up in the fallout. I read up on you as well,” he smiled. “I have justified taking you away from your father as some kind of rescue.”
“I do not condone what you have done to me but I have to admit I am beginning to feel safe. I have felt so alone and afraid. Lyov has been hassling me to go out. He makes my skin crawl, just like you said. To my shame I actually feel relieved you took me away from all that, even if it is wrong to.”
She buried her face against his tuxedo making him feel warmth. She needed him. That intense protective feeling she kept provoking towards her swept his body again. He did not want to leave her. This was the first time she had opened up to him. He kissed the top of her head and laid her back in the bed resting her head against the soft pillows. The Billionaire looked down at his beautiful captive and touched his lips to hers.
“Do not give yourself a hard time over your feelings. I want you to feel safe with me. As I said I will take care of you and you will not want for anything. Now rest. I will be back soon and if you are awake, we can talk some more.”
Vidar trailed the tips of his fingers down the side of her face to gently wipe away a stray tear, loving the delicate pale softness of her skin. She was beautifully submissive and calm now confined, safe and protected in his bed, her fiery nature conquered at last. They had finally turned a corner in their relationship and she was beginning to respect his dominance over her. After brushing his lips across hers again, he reached up to turn off the light above her and left, locking the door behind him to keep out any stray guests or others trying to sneak a photo to put online. Now he had to engage in some damage control and meet the man who had information on the whereabouts of his sister.
Sven Ericksson was a private detective and a slimy man. He sat on one of the chairs on the small top deck near the bridge of the yacht in the open air under the stars. It was a cool night but bearable. The four men seated included Mark, his close friend and aide, and Michael, his security chief. As Sven was Danish and his friend and security Chief were from the UK, they conversed in English.
“I heard you were looking for your sister from this man,” he gestured to Michael. “And have been for years.”
“Yes, she disappeared a very long time ago and I have never been able to trace any sightings or whereabouts until now. She has been seen in Norway in various places from Oslo to Gerianger and Stavanger recently. There have been two men with her every time. We think they are security.”
“Do you have any photographs?”
“No. There is no photographic evidence.”
“I have no doubt the men will be security. He will not like her going out alone unprotected with the company he keeps. He always wants her safe and to remain his. I have never known a man to dote on a woman he bought as a sex slave. He…”
“Who the hell are you talking about?” Vidar snapped sitting forward in his chair.
“The Latvian, Janis Bukelis.”
“He has Stina?”
“Yes.”
“How do I find him?”
“He is staying at his Manor House in Skjolden at the moment.”
Vidar stared at the man. Skjolden was his birthplace. It seemed odd she had been brought back to her home and he had never known she was there. It was a cruel twist of fate.
“Can you give me the address?”
“Yes, but you will not get in as easily as you think.”
The man pressed his long pointy fingers together and gave Vidar a sickly smile.
“Janis likes to play games. He is an extraordinarily rich man like yourself and can afford to. The best way is to be invited to attend one of his parties. He does them often for business people. He makes them compete for contracts.”
“What kind of games?’
“Sometimes sports. He is an avid Polo player, sometimes gambling but his favourite is to make them engage in sexual games. He particularly likes to make male businessmen attend parties with their wives so he can watch them fuck them and perhaps play with them himself. Whoever pleases him the most gets the contract.”
Vidar widened his eyes in surprise.
“It is a shame you do not have a wife, Mr Alvarsson or I could get you in to one of his parties the day after tomorrow.”
“I could pretend to have one.”
“No. That is not good enough. He checks everyone out and I guarantee if you are not legitimately married he will not entertain you.”
“Why do they have to be married?”
“Because his perversion, if you like, is watching the play between two matrimonially joined couples and just how far the husband will allow his woman to be used. He likes to press buttons.’
“There has to be another way.”
“No. It looks like you will have to find yourself a wife you have an emotional connection with in a day, Mr Alvarsson. He can easily spot a fake.”
Mark interjected.
“Get him into the party. He will do it.”
Vidar glared at him immediately realising his thoughts and plan.
Sven stood and reached to shake his hand.
“It is a pleasure doing business with you, Mr Alvarsson. I trust the large fee I requested will be deposited in my bank.”
“Half will be sent now and the other when we get confirmation of the invite,” Mark told him taking over.
Vidar shook his hand and nodded. “Thank you, Mr Ericksson.”
“What the hell did you think you were doing?” Vidar shouted at his friend and aide when the man left.
“Killing two birds with one stone,” Mark informed him with a sigh pouring them both a scotch.
“What the hell do you mean?”
“If you marry Fallon you will get in to that party and find Stina. You have been waiting to do that for so damn long. It is worth it. You do have an emotional connection with Fallon. It is not just about revenge. I have seen the way you look at her and she at you despite that fiery temper she has. You can barely keep your hands off each other. Marriage is the next step even if it is a little soon,” he grinned. “And besides the world will stop talking about you in a derogatory manner and women’s groups will not be sending you any more death threats after what happened tonight if you declare your love and make her an honest woman.”
Vidar stared at him and then laughed out loud.
“Fallon is really going to go for that.”
Mark grinned and swivelled on his chair.
“I would not be so sure. I heard you both talking in the cabin as I passed. And no, for the record, I was not eavesdropping. She wants to help you find your sister. At least ask her.”
“But marriage?”
“Do you want to see Stina again?”
“Yes. You know I will do anything to…”
“Then ask Fallon to marry you.”
Chapter 7
Vidar undressed at the side of the bed in the dark. Fallon appeared to be asleep. He could not wait to slip in beside her. He did so noiselessly. He sat up, resting his face on his elbow watching her sleep peacefully in the moonlight. She was everything he had been looking for in a woman. Although clearly a natural submissive she was fiery and difficult at times keeping him on his toes. She was vulnerable and needed to be cared for and protected. Fallon would make the perfect wife for him. He had played the field for far too long. Perhaps it was time to settle down and start a family. If only he could convince her he was the right man and dominant for her.
Fallon stirred in her sleep. She whimpered and cried out distressed by some kind of nightmare. He immediately cupped the side of her face concerned.
“Hey, Fallon, wake up, darling. You are having a bad dream.”
He gave her shoulder a small shake and she opened her eyes with a start. She was panting.
“Shh. Hey, it’s okay. I am here. What were you dreaming about?”
“I dreamt I was drowning. I was in the sea and the waves were so big. I have never seen waves like that before. I thought I was going to die.”
Vidar swept his arm around her middle and drew her towards his bare chest. She turned to face him and pressed her face against his chest while he placed his leg over hers to keep her close to him.
“It was just a dream. It is all over. Shh, try and sleep. It sounds like you are feeling a little overwhelmed with emotion. I used to have the same dream. Stina and I were swimming in the sea and the waves got so big. She started to drown and I was unable to save her. The waves were as tall as houses.”
A bolt of electricity shot through his body when she pressed her small hand against the muscled wall of his chest making him pull her even closer adoring the way she curled her body against him seeking his warmth and protection. For the first time, he realised she was giving him a meaning and purpose in his life that he had lacked believing he only existed to find Stina.
“I was so afraid.”
“You are safe now. I will not allow anything to happen to you. I promise, little one.”
He cooed over her as though she were a child, kissing her face and hair to make her feel comforted when he heard her gently cry.
“I keep going over what my stepmother said about my father. I cannot believe the things he has done to your family and my mother. I have been so angry. I just wanted to shut you out. I have turned it over and over in my mind. Now I want, no, I need to make some amends for what he has done to you. Tell me what I can do to ease your pain.”
Vidar looked down at her lying in his arms and thought for a moment. If there ever was a time to ask for what he needed from her it was now.
“There is something you can do, if you want to help but it is a lot to ask of you.”
“What is it?”
“I want you to marry me tomorrow.”
He explained what had occurred in his meeting with Sven Ericksson. She was noticeably quiet when he finished.
“You do not have to do this. I will not put any pressure on you to become my wife.”
“I will do it on one condition.”
Vidar frowned.
“What?”
“That if you find Stina, you will let me go.”
It was the last thing he wanted to hear.
“I am not sure I can make the promise. We will be married. I take a commitment like that very seriously. Besides, I am not sure I want to let you go. I thought we were beginning to understand each other? I vowed to keep you safe from Lyov and the rest of your father’s Mafia friends.”
“Promise me, Vidar. I like you despite all that you have done to me and maybe there is something between us but this is not the way to start a relationship. Perhaps when this is all over we can maybe start again.”
He frowned once more. Not quite the reaction he was looking for but he had no choice but to take it.
“Okay. I will agree. You have my word. If we find Stina, I will let you leave and go where you want on the condition you let me prove to you it is more than worth your while to stay with me and give this marriage a go. I won’t let you go so easily.”
He raised her face up towards him, determined to fulfil his intention and keep his bride firmly by his side, and kissed her deeply. She responded gasping against the strength of his ardour then pulled away to press her head back against his chest. He said no more, simply content to hold her and feel her fall a
sleep in the safety of his arms.
Mark had made the arrangements for them to be married in a small picturesque cream and brown Anglican Church in Stavanger before they left for Skjolden. Fallon wore a pretty white summer dress with white roses in her hair that matched her small bouquet and Vidar wore a black suit. They were married in English in a discreet ceremony in front of his friend Mark, Michael and a few other close staff he called friends who acted as witnesses.
He noticed how quiet and demure Fallon had become. Since her period had appeared and she had released some of her anger at her father, she was gentle and even shy. He chose the vows, insisting she love, honour and obey him as her husband. When the small ceremony was over they retired to the yacht for a small, lavish reception the galley staff had laid on in their honour while Mark made sure the whole world knew about their nuptials with a photographer and a few strategic tweets and other social media posts.
Fallon was quiet but appeared happy. Vidar had wished their marriage meant more to her. Inwardly he cursed himself for being foolish. He was living the fairy tale and the illusion while she was being realistic. They had barely met and the circumstances were wrong yet he knew they were meant to be together, however crazy it sounded.
“Come back to the cabin, it is time I changed your tampon,” he whispered to her while the others laughed and enjoyed the party as the yacht set sail for Skjolden.
She had dutifully obeyed him since their disagreement and hard lovemaking at the party. They reached the cabin and he had the urge to lift her up in to his arms. He scooped her up, startling her and carried her into the cabin after opening the door. He kicked it shut behind him and lay her down on the bed.
She smiled at him.
“What was that for?”
“To carry you across the threshold.”
She raised an eyebrow and laughed.
“Do you not think you are getting carried away?”
He came and sat down on the bed.
“No. I just want to enjoy the moment. I have never married before. Why not do it properly?” He grinned, sliding up her dress to pull down her panties and remove the tampon. He disposed of it in the bathroom and returned without a new one. “Now it is time to consummate this marriage.”
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