Daddy's Rules Two: Conquered (Series Book 2)

by Arabella Kingsley

“No, they won’t. There is no one left in the coach. Remember what I said, I will keep you safe including your privacy. The last of the passengers in the carriage have left and we are alone.”

  “But what about the cameras?”

  “I don’t think they will be watching,” he said lazily. “Take off your panties or do you want me to do it for you?”

  I stared at him terror stricken.

  “I don’t think I can do this.”

  “Then I will do it for you this first time,” he informed me sternly.

  I gulped as Lucien stood up and moved around the table towards me.

  “Swing your legs out in to the aisle,” he ordered.

  My legs were trembling when I obeyed his instruction, planting my high heeled calf length boots on to the aisle carpet. Lucien knelt down in front of me and rested his hands either side of my black pencil skirt and smoothed it up my legs over my black hold up stockings with lace tops, over my thighs towards my hips. My heart pounded. Now my fear was of what he would see underneath rather than someone seeing him pull my panties down. He probably thought my thighs were too big and my hips too wide unlike all those beautiful skinny models he must have dated. I closed my eyes feeling inadequate wishing for a better body. I heard him chuckle breaking my thoughts.

  “Open your eyes, little one. I want you to see me do this.”

  I did as I was told hoping he couldn’t see my legs trembling and looked down. He hadn’t overly exposed my body, keeping the skirt over my hips. He rested his hands gently on top of my bare thighs underneath the skirt making me shiver with pleasure at the firmness of his male touch. My legs stopped shaking, warming to his hold. Once he was sure I had my eyes fully trained on him he slid his hands underneath my pushed up skirt, over my hips to the sides of my lacy black panties.

  For a moment, he just held my hips. It was possessive and tight. I felt my large breasts I bemoaned owning so much, enlarge and tighten within the confines of my blouse underneath my suit jacket while the taut nipples pushed at the cups of my bra to gain freedom. Lucien watched my chest heave for a moment continuing to hold my hips, the gap in my blouse at the top giving him a tantalising glimpse of my ample cleavage contained within my black lace bra. The beginnings of a knowing smile curled his lips.

  “I expect I will find you wet when I take these off,” he mused. “That will be a very good start.”

  I didn’t know where to look. Another smile. I couldn’t help letting out a small gasp when he slid his hands round over my buttocks and gave them a gentle squeeze before tugging at the back of the panties to force them to begin their journey down my legs.

  Hearing a noise of someone coming down the train, I jumped but Lucien wasn’t about to stop. Now taking hold of both sides of the flimsy garment, he slid them quickly and methodically down my legs, over my shoes and in to his hand as the conductor came towards us. With a grin, he deposited them in his inside pocket in his suit and stood. I quickly stood with him making sure my skirt was down as the man smiled and passed us by.

  Lucien took hold of my hand and raised me from the seat.

  “We will be coming in to Paris soon and we do not have much time.”

  He brought my hand to his lips and brushed it with a kiss making me feel like a Queen. Then with a gentle grin he tugged it and led me through the glass doors in to the small enclosure between the carriages. I gave a startled cry when he suddenly pulled hard and swung me around to slam me up against the wall near the door. He immediately silenced it with a rough hard kiss. Lucien took hold of my hands and pushed his fingers between mine. The connection between us sparked in to life as he raised my hands above my head and pinned them against the wall.

  My heart thudded in time with the sound of the train thundering along the tracks towards Paris, the lights of which were suddenly becoming visible out of the window. It brought an urgency to the kiss that had me feverishly responding. I could barely breathe as his tall lean athletic muscled body pushed against my small curved one dwarfing me in his strong embrace. I felt so fragile and deliciously small and vulnerable in his control. My whole body was singing with joy. It was glorious to be handled so firmly.

  Lucien thrust his tongue deep inside my mouth easily subduing my own to take command of the kiss. His need was so demanding it almost felt like a punishment. A punishment I needed. Lucien’s beard brushed against my soft skin making it tingle and my breath become a pant.

  “I want you,” he hissed breaking free from my lips for a brief moment. “I want you now.”

  He abruptly let go of my hands and moved to the top of my skirt to pull my black silk blouse out of the top of it.

  Alarm bells started ringing in my mind. He couldn’t be serious. I had never done anything like this in my life and now he wanted me to make love in public. What the hell was I doing? This wasn’t me, was it? Truth was I didn’t know who I was anymore and that was causing all of the problems I had. Force of habit in trying to play the good moralistic little girl for the sake of my family forced me to dissent,

  “We can’t. Someone will see.”

  My voice sounded distant somehow as though it were someone else speaking. Someone I didn’t recognise anymore.

  “We can and we will,” he said darkly as he moved his hot lips against the tender skin of my throat to devour it.

  “No, we can’t . . .”

  I made the mistake of trying to push him away. The Billionaire’s response was swift once more slamming me back against the wall with a growl that reverberated through my body making me moan and the tops of my thighs feel suddenly heavily slick.

  “Stay where you are,” he ordered narrowing those hypnotic black eyes at me as he swept his hands up underneath my blouse, pressing his large male palms against the flesh lining my upper abdomen before holding possessively holding my waist.

  “Move again and I will spank you,” he said gruffly sucking on my bottom lip sliding his hand around my throat to gently hold it and keep me in place.

  My eyes flew wide open but I said nothing, my thoughts a mixture of shock and intrigue as to how his hand would feel slapping against my bare bottom. I said nothing lost in his kiss again feeling a strange comfort with his restraining hold on my throat.

  I hardly noticed that he had skilfully undone the catch on my bra with one practiced hand. I breathed hard against his lips when he moved his hand up underneath he slack cup of my bra to scoop up one of my breasts and squeeze it unforgivingly hard. Lucien gave another growl of satisfaction as I moaned and whimpered with the strength of his grip. The pinch and knead he made of my nipple that was to follow made me wince yet flooded my vagina until I felt as though it was swimming. Every nerve fibre in my body was responding to his touch and the demands he made upon it. I couldn’t deny it any longer. I wanted him to take me and I didn’t give a damn who saw him do it. For the first time in my life I was going to throw caution to the wind and let the fuck go of my self-repression whatever the consequences would be.

  Lucien moved even closer to my body, allowing me to feel his long hard cock behind his trousers rubbing against my lower stomach. I dug my fingers in to his suit jacket gathering up the material to hold on as the train lurched and changed track.

  “We need to hurry,” he grinned letting go of my blouse and throat to turn his attention to my skirt. I watched breathless, nervous, excited and afraid as he slid it up my thighs and bunched it at my waist leaving my pussy exposed between us, sheltered from the view of others only by his body.

  He stared down at it.

  “So, beautiful. I can’t wait to explore you, little one but I haven’t time right now.”

  Lucien took hold of my shoulders and spun me around so fast it made my head spin.

  “Stick out your bottom,” he insisted.

  When I didn’t move fast enough I felt the first stinging blow of his hand across one bare buttock making me jump and give a small cry. It burned. A taster of the spanking he had promised. Another firm slap smarting across the seat
of my bottom had me instantly obeying his command.

  “Good girl.”

  I heard his zip go down and held my breath as the train shook again. I feared I would fall to the side but Lucien kept a tight grip of my hip and I did not go anywhere. It wasn’t long before I felt the exquisite brush of the tip of his cock move between my thighs from behind and coat itself with my juice as he sank it in between the lush petal folds. Lucien guided his cock to my entrance with a sense of urgency and poised it just inside. I wondered if I would hurt when he entered me. As I said I hadn’t made love in a very long time and I was always tight. Holding on to the wall I waited to find out.

  The Billionaire wound his hand through my long dark bobbed hair and twisted it. With a sharp tug her pulled my head back making me squeal and thrust inside me up to the hilt. It took the breath right out of my lungs. The act was raw and primal and I loved every minute. Never had I felt so wanted and desired but in that stolen moment.

  Each thrust was deep and at first slow, caressing my channel to pleasure the silky muscles and curl to entice and tease my G-spot until I could do nothing but whimper. With a chuckle, he slid his hand over my mouth and pressed down hard to silence me still using my hair as a rein, picking up the speed and rhythm of his thrusts as I melted around him overwhelmed by the depth of pleasure blocking my senses to anything but him and me. I didn’t want the moment to end.

  “The train is beginning to slow down. We are coming in to Paris. I must have you. I have wanted you the moment I saw you through that window at the station in London, little one and I am going to conquer you and make you mine right here and right now” there was a trace of satisfied gentle humour coupling with a note of triumph in his tone. “Now I have you in my power just as I planned and have caged my prey, darling I want you to come strongly and submit to your hunter and your fate.”

  His words alone were enough to set me over the edge but the pace of his stabbing hard thrusts at a staccato pace brought my pleasure spiralling up to a dizzy height I had never been to before. A volcano erupted inside me making me pant and sob against his hand covering my mouth. I no longer felt the painful tug on my head. Staring up at the ceiling of the train I moved my pelvis in perfect time and unison guided by his thrusts feeling my legs shake.

  I could feel the heat of his eyes resting on my backside as we moved together and I began to climax. A second later, I felt his cock tense and spurt his hot seed along my channel bringing me to the peak of my pleasure loving the feel of the liquid settling like a brand inside me.

  He slumped over me as the announcement was made overhead that we would soon be arriving in Paris. He smiled against my neck and kissed it.

  “That was breath taking. I am looking forward to more.”

  He kissed me and then pulled my skirt back down. I fumbled to reach up inisde my blouse to fix my bra but he gently removed my hands and completed the task for me, tucking the blouse back in to my skirt, correcting my attire as though I were a little girl. It made me feel nurtured and safe. Taking my hand, he led me back to our seats and helped me in to my coat and get ready to leave the train. I couldn’t believe what had just happened between us. Before I had boarded the train, I was angry, bitter, without direction in my life and drifting in depression. In just a couple of hours, someone was giving me hope again that I could live a life I wanted. I felt stronger.

  As the train came to a stop in Gare Du Nord Lucien took the handle of my suitcase from me and placed his own bag on top of it. My triumphant Conqueror took hold of my hand and brought it to his lips to touch it with a kiss before holding it in his and leading me to the train door. Helping me alight the train, he led me in to my new life with him.