Viking Raider

by Arabella Kingsley

  He swept his hand down the side of her body and looked down at her.

  “I own this,” he hissed. “I own you. You are mine and always will be. I am never letting you go, bitch.”

  “Bastard,” she sneered back at him her eyes glistening with a mixture of contempt and urgent desire.

  He grinned.

  “We go together well. The bitch and the bastard.”

  He lowered his mouth to one perfect pert teat pointing from the tip of a juicy mound and harshly nipped with his teeth making her scream. She struggled underneath him as he sucked the nipple teasing it beneath his teeth, small aroused gasps and whimpers escaping her lips almost at odds with her fierce struggle. To calm and still her he raised his hand and slapped her opposite breast three times. There was no confusion or mistake in the nature of her reaction. The sound was loud and guttural echoing out around the room to bang off the walls.

  Someone started knocking on the door demanding entry to make sure they were both ok. Vidar ignored them burying his face in her chest once more lifting her bottom to slap the side twice to calm her struggles. His action appeared to encourage her to move more and risk further discipline. Yet not once did she protest or voice a fear of his rough handling and he loved her for it.

  Squeezing one breast painfully hard making her whimpers almost turn in to sobs, he flattened his palm down her stomach towards her vagina carefully watching her every reaction for signs the game was too much. His fingers sank between her wet folds and down towards the tampon. The Billionaire tugged the small string and pulled it until it fell out of her body. He threw it watching his perfect shot land it in to the bin at the side of his desk. Now Fallon Prince was free and open to sink his cock hard and deep inside her.

  Unable to wait any longer he pulled down his zip and took out his long hard pulsing penis. He couldn’t remember the last time he had seen it stretched so hard with need for a woman. He guided it roughly towards her pussy. She was wet enough to embed himself deep with one thrust and he ached to take her roughly and forcefully without remorse. Once more he looked at her to gauge her feeling and to check for any reluctance. He saw none and she remained silent. All she did was glance down at his length, bite her sexy wet red bottom lip and widen her legs a little more underneath his body to welcome and receive him.

  The Norwegian guided his cock to her entrance and poised it just inside. Taking hold of her arms from above her head he rammed inside her to the hilt. He was so deep he wondered if he was banging on the door of her womb. Vidar’s body arched upwards with her delicate female cry of defeat at being conquered.

  He rammed inside her again over and over, each thrust accompanied by a satisfied Neanderthal grunt. Her own cries were primal in nature and of equal satisfaction. Her body moved violently on the desk with each deep calculated penetration as though he were spearing her. He felt the walls of her vagina tighten around him and gritted his teeth to hold himself back. He wanted this to be all about her surrender.

  “Come for me. Come now,” he demanded gruffly, encouraging her obedience with a sharp slap to one breast. It was to provide the desired result. She screamed out her passionate release amid the louder banging on the door and voices. Vidar couldn’t help being satisfied they would all hear him taking her.

  He watched the warm glow spread over her body flushing her beautiful features and body with a rosy tint. Her movements slowed in to a graceful motion even though he continued his deep unforgiving thrusts. She stared in to his eyes as pleasure swamped her own enthralling him. Her body arched and her last tortured cry echoed from her lips to signal the end of her climax. Still feeling her tremble internally, he continued moving inside her a little more and then withdrew as sharply as he had entered her.

  Quickly freeing her hands and twisting her hair inside his fist once more, he pulled her off the desk and down on to her knees in front of him on to 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 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 lightening 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 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 removed his fingers and glanced down at them. They were abundantly covered in scarlet blood signalling the full onset of her period. Her inner thighs were coated in it as well. A small trickle travelled down her thigh. He pressed the pad of his finger in to her thigh and stopped it.

  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 more 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 juices unworried she was menstruating. He held her thighs tight and continued to allow her to experience the delights of a strawberry kiss. He pushed his tongue inside her trying to taste as much of her as he could, twisting his tongue in a circular motion inside the entrance to her channel coaxing another climax in to being. He looked up at his beautiful Queen as she whimpered with delight and cried out her sweet release. The moment she finished coming she dropped to her knees and propelled herself in to 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 Six

  He scooped her up in to 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 that 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 in to 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 his fingers down her 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 doubts 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 a very 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 to 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 martially 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 in to 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 Seven

  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 t
oo 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 its ok. 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.”