Viking Raider

by Arabella Kingsley

  “Gentlemen, please take the bridle you are being given and place it around your wife’s face and head. Please allow my assistants to restrain your wife’s wrists and ankles in the cuffs they will provide.”

  Vidar took the bridle and bent down to fix it over Fallon’s head. She gave him a nervous look.

  “Shh, relax. This won’t hurt and remember what I said. I will take care of you and keep you safe,” he reassured in a velvet whisper slipping the bit between her glossy scarlet lips before gently patting and stroking her bottom as though he were sweeping his hand over the flank of a sleek racehorse when the bridle was in place and the assistants secured her wrists and ankles.

  “Gentlemen, please undress and place your clothes on the chairs at the sides. The object of the game is to enter your wife and ride her to a climax before your opponent. Whoever comes first and is the most entertaining will win the contract and come to discuss business with me.”

  Vidar couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. Ericksson hadn’t been wrong about the man’s strange business practices or his voyeuristic tendencies.

  “Oh, and ladies, don’t try to pretend your pleasure. I can spot a fake from a mile off,” he smiled sitting down in the red velvet armchair to view the proceedings. “Let me see you warm up your ladies. Whoever makes their woman orgasm first wins the platforms.”

  Vidar undressed and noticed the women in the room sweep their eyes over his tall athletic muscular form with admiration. He had fucked in front of an audience many times before and it did not deter them but he was concerned for Fallon’s safety and wondered if her anxiety would make it difficult for her to perform the game. He knelt down and smoothed his hands over her bottom. Then he leaned over her and kissed her neck keeping his eyes on Janis before slipping the bit momentarily out of her mouth.

  “I’m ok,” she whispered reading his thoughts. “I can do this and I won’t let you down.”

  “Forget everyone in the room. It is just you and me. Remember you are my submissive and I expect your total obedience. That way I can take care of you.”

  She nodded and allowed him to replace the bit.

  Vidar sat up and without warning slapped his hand over his wife’s bottom. The sound echoed tantalisingly around the room. Janis grinned and watched with interest as the Billionaire spanked his wife to obedient arousal. The others tried to follow his example watching his technique of striking each buttock with the gentle curve of his large male palm as he swiped it across her cheeks and then the vulnerable backs of her thighs until they burned a rosy red. But they were clumsy and their wives restless and un-co-operative with their attempts to discipline her.

  When he finished he slid his fingers gently in to her pussy from behind watching the other men harshly thrust their fingers inside their wives’ vulvas in a rushed manner, desperate to make them wet. Vidar felt satisfied when he found Fallon soaking after her spanking. He leaned forward and swatted his hand over her pussy and breasts hanging ripe and swollen beneath her noticing Janis was captivated. He repeated the actions, careful to catch each nipple and build her desire. Some of the men were already penetrating their wives. Vidar took his time to slowly slide in to Fallon’s entrance and with one hard meaningful thrust he drove himself inside her to the hilt. He picked up the reins that were attached to the bridle that lay down her spine and pulled hard forcing her head up and back and the bit deeper in to her mouth. The effect was instantaneous. She reared up and bucked back against him meeting his thrust.

  The Billionaire kept the reins tight as he rode her moving deep but slow at first and then building the pace, confident he would win the competition. Janis did not take his eyes off Fallon’s body. Holding the reins in one hand like a cowboy riding a horse on the plain, Vidar struck his hand across Fallon’s flanks to display his control of her body and bring her close to sinking in to subspace. Her body was now relaxing under his command and moving without tension.

  It was time to take it harder and faster. Her body shuddered and warmed when he deepened his drive in to her channel convinced he would be near the wall of her cervix he was so far in her. There was no indication she was in discomfort taking the whole of his long length so he moved faster, pumping his cock like a hammer. Fallon panted around the bit as she strained on her bonds, tossing her head from side to side until he firmly guided it back in to position with a sharp tug on the reins. Vidar forgot where they were and who was watching them. All he could feel was Fallon’s tight wet body. He was close now. His cock so tight and fit to burst as the wet muscle walls of her channel massaged his penis back and forth to distraction.

  He spanked her buttocks twice more, wishing he had been given a riding crop to school her with.

  “Now, Fallon,” he hissed. “Obey me.”

  Fallon cried out around her bit and came before any of the others making his heart sing with pride. He came with her treating his audience to a growl as he rammed inside her and rode her down to win the horse race. Some of the others came soon after and the last when he slumped over Fallon spent. Only the sound of Janis clapping roused him. He was standing near them clapping excitedly.

  “That was astounding, Mr Alvarsson. I don’t think I have ever seen anything so determined and breath taking.”

  He held out his hand. Vidar took it.

  “Congratulations, you win my platforms.”

  A while later when they were dressed Vidar and Fallon were led back to Bukelis’s study. The Billionaire’s heart was pounding when he finished tying his black tie. He took Fallon’s hand and pulled her protectively close to him knowing he was going to have to challenge Janis about his sister and get them both out at a moment’s notice.

  When the door was closed Vidar made Fallon sit down in a chair to the side out of the way.

  “Now we are alone. I want to see my sister. Bring her to me.”

  Janis gave him a confused laugh.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “You know fine well who I am talking about. Stop stalling.”

  “I am sorry but I really don’t.”

  Unable to take anymore, Vidar walked purposefully towards him.

  “I don’t want your damn oil platforms. I want to know where you are keeping Stina?” Vidar shouted pulling Janis up from the desk by the lapels on his tuxedo.

  “Keeping who? Do you mean Stina, my wife?” he answered gruffly attempting to push Alvarsson away from him but failing to succeed.

  Vidar pulled him out from behind the desk.

  “Your what?”

  “My wife.”

  “She’s not your damn wife. She was sold to you. You are going to take me to her now. I have had men searching this place while we have been busy in here with your games and they can’t find her. Where the hell is she? I know she is here. You are keeping her prisoner.”

  Janis started to laugh making Vidar want to hit him. He raised his fist to punch the man but Fallon was suddenly on her feet and behind him. She placed her hand on his arm and shook her head at him. He felt her warmth and love radiate in to him calming his temper. Abruptly he let go of the man and pushed him away.

  “You came all this way. Endured my games just for Stina?”

  Janis was still laughing. Vidar took a breath and patiently waited for the bastard to tell him what the hell was going on and what he was laughing at.

  “Stina isn’t a prisoner. Yes, I bought her from that woman’s father,” he laughed pointing at Fallon. “I knew who you were, Fallon the minute both of you walked in to the party. I knew you were after Stina and I wanted to see how far you would go. I bought Stina as a sex slave but that was a very long time ago. I am not in that game anymore. Now we are husband and wife and I love her very much.”

  “You’re lying. If that’s right then why the hell all the games with other men’s wives.”

  Vidar started towards him disbelieving his story. Janis did not answer his question fuelling his anger even more. But again, Fallon’s warning hand on his arm stopped him dead.<
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  “Where the hell is she?”

  “She has been here all the time, watching our games.”

  Janis glanced upwards to the corners of the walls at the hidden cameras Vidar had detected when they first came in to the room. He frowned. The door at the opposite end of the room opened and a tall willowy woman whom he immediately recognised as Stina walked in to the study and came to stand next to her husband. She reached for his hand and he leaned over to kiss her making Vidar’s frown deepen.

  He was confused because he felt frozen to the spot. He had envisaged this meeting so many times and it always began with him cuddling his long-lost sister and vowing to protect her. Vidar had expected to find her broken, fragile and tormented. Yet here she was beautiful, rich and appearing happy at thirty-five. It made him feel cold towards her.

  “Vidar, it has been a long time. You look as handsome as ever and is this your wife?”

  Somehow, he found the courage and will to move forward.

  “Is it really you, Stina?”

  “Yes. Yes, it is.”

  She moved forward and gave her brother a hug. But it felt empty, hollow, somehow. There was no love there. Perhaps it had been too long.

  “I came here to take you home. I thought . . . I have searched for you for so long.”

  “You needn’t have bothered,” she said coldly.

  “I don’t understand. What has happened to you? What happened to your friends?”

  “They all found their way out in the end. I don’t see them now but I know at least two of them are married and happy while another died of an overdose after the Russians got her hooked on cocaine and the fourth was murdered. I was lucky. I was only in that world for a year.”

  “Why the hell didn’t you call me? Didn’t you hear about our parents? They were looking for you? Why didn’t you tell us? They died . . .”

  Stina pursed her lips.

  “I never got on with Mum or Dad. You know that. Besides you were the favourite. You always were, little brother. They didn’t have much time for me. They threw me out of the house because of my partying or don’t you remember? It sounds like you have a distorted view of our family life.”

  “They looked for you and never gave up.”

  “No doubt because they felt guilty. They didn’t give a damn when I was left to walk the streets because they had thrown me out. I spent two nights in the park alone before I had somewhere to stay. I know they wouldn’t have done it to you.”

  Vidar stared at her.

  “They told me you had left of your own accord and gone to work in Bergen. I always found it strange why you left so suddenly even after you came to say goodbye to me that night.”

  “I remember. You were only twelve and I was sixteen. I am sorry to ruin your memories, little brother but our parents weren’t what you thought they were.”

  He said nothing. Too much in shock. Fallon rested her head against his arm to give him comfort and support. He stared at Janis still holding Tina’s hand lovingly rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.

  “Why are you with him?” he felt his brotherly protectiveness rile.

  “Because I love him.”

  “But look what he does.”

  Janis grinned.

  “It is just one of the games we play together. She watches me play and I watch her. It keeps our marriage fresh.”

  Vidar shook his head.

  “I want you to leave with me, Stina.”

  “No.” She gave an incredulous laugh. “My life is here with Janis. I don’t want to go anywhere with you. I will always love you, little brother but I don’t want to be in your world. That part of my life is dead now. I don’t want to relive it.”

  Janis stood and moved in front of his wife to shield her as Vidar shook his head again and walked towards her as though to take hold of her arm and take her with him.

  “You heard her,” Bukelis said, a warning in his tone. “I think it is time you left.”

  “I am not leaving without her. She doesn’t belong with someone like you.”

  The Latvian stepped forward ready to fight but Stina pulled him back.

  At that moment, two men entered the room. Janis’s security men.

  “I think you better take your beautiful wife and leave before I have you thrown out.”

  Vidar felt Fallon tug on his arm.

  “Vidar, it is time to leave. There is nothing you can do here.”

  The Billionaire glanced up to see another two men entering the room and relented. He wouldn’t be able to take them all on and drag two women from the room no matter how versed he was in martial arts. He pointed at them both.

  “This isn’t over.”

  “It is, Vidar. I don’t want to see you again,” Stina told him.

  “And I will make sure she doesn’t as long as that is her wish,” Janis finished.

  Vidar took hold of Fallon’s arm after a last look at Stina and walked her out of the room and the Manor House never to see his sister again.

  Chapter Nine

  It was midnight when the car reached the dock. Vidar had spent the car journey in silence unable to contain his anger and not wanting to verbally take it out on Fallon. She had once covered her hand with his when he rested it on the seat. Fallon’s delicate touch had been comforting but at that moment he had wanted to be alone and had removed it, preferring to look out of the mirror. He supposed he was sulking like a little boy who could not have his way but he had spent so many years rehearsing the union between himself and his sister and it had all been for nothing. Now, Stina had been found, Fallon would leave him for sure as well and he would be completely alone in the world. He couldn’t blame her. He had taken her from her own life and forcibly made her part of his own. Now she was a free woman. It was only a matter of time before she voiced the assertion but to his surprise she said nothing.

  When they reached the dock, he escorted her aboard and stopped in the lounge wanting to pre-empt her.

  “I suppose this is the end of the road for us, Fallon.” He was unable to look at her as he spoke. “Thank you for your help. I will keep to our bargain. When we dock in Bergen I will have the jet on standby to fly you to wherever you want. I will get the divorce papers sent to your new address,” he told her in a non-committal cold tone expecting her to agree and confirm that was what she wanted. But she was quiet prompting his heart to sink and him to add, “I will sleep in one of the other cabins tonight.”

  Again, she said nothing. He could hardly look at her. Letting her go was the last thing he wanted to do. He was in love with her. Vidar listened to the declaration in his head with surprise. He hadn’t been able to love anyone for a long time. Yet here it was laid bare in front of him. Fallon had stolen his heart and leashed him to her. There was no other woman for him but Fallon. He turned around to face her and confess but she was already gone. Feeling defeated, he loosened his bow tie and poured himself a scotch. He sank down in to one of the white leather chairs to down it in one while he inwardly cursed his stupidity.

  Fallon kept herself to herself for the next day while they travelled to Bergen along the fjords. He wanted to spend the day with her and show her more of the beauty of his country but she stayed in the cabin. At one point, he ventured to knock on the door of the cabin and ask her to stay but he could hear her on the phone laughing and talking to what is insecurity perceived as another male. The sound of his voice on the end of the phone coming through loud and clear when she placed the call on speaker confirmed his suspicions making Vidar walk away.

  Finally, they reached Bergen and the car came to take Fallon to the airport.

  “She wants to be taken to Paris,” Mark told him quietly.

  He had asked Mark to deal with her departure and to make sure she had everything she needed. “And she won’t take any of your money to help her get started again.”

  “How is she going to manage? Make sure she has credit cards and all she needs. Force her to have them, if you have to. I took everything awa
y from her I . . .”

  “She doesn’t need your help, Vidar. I have tried, believe me. I have even pleaded your case. I know you don’t want her to leave and just haven’t had the guts to tell her.”

  Vidar glared at his friend who shook his head at him. It was the first time he had seen Mark appear frustrated with him. Mark was right of course.

  “She doesn’t want to stay. She made that pretty damn clear the night before.”

  “If I remember, she said nothing and you did all of the talking.”

  “Where is she going in Paris? I heard her talking on the phone to a man yesterday.”