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 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 into 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 forward 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 toward the back of the room near his desk and with a guiding hand he laid on the middle of her back, he gently made her bend forward.
“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 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 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 her 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 into 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. Vidar greatly believed in taming a wife or woman with a spanking but 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 onto 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 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 into 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 couldn’t help but 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. Janis 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 into her flesh making her cry out once more before he cruelly pulled them apart and thrust the tip of his tongue toward 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 into 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, still inside her vulva, back and forth to enjoy the aftershocks racking her body internally.
All of the men in the room actually clapped for 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’ own darkened but his smile stayed. He reached out to touch her breast and Vidar reacted 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.
Janis 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. Janis 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 you are being given on your wives 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 okay?” he checked.
“Yes. Don’t worry. We can do this,” she urged betraying a slight quiver in her voice.
He looked directly in her eyes pouring his strength into 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 men had 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 into 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 moved 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 positioned there for a viewing audience. He didn’t miss the cameras up in each corner as there had been in Janis’ 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.
“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, 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 opponents. 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 him 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 okay,” she whispered reading his thoughts. “I can do this, 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 uncooperative with their attempts to discipline them.
When he finished he slid his fingers gently into 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 into 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, which lay down her spine, and pulled hard forcing her head up and back and the bit deeper in 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 plains, Vidar struck his hand across Fallon’s flanks to display his control of her body and bring her close to sinking into 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 into 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 breathtaking.”
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’ 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.”
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