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Amelia could barely look at the handsome raven-haired billionaire as he removed the black leather skirt and tore her panties away from her body, throwing them into the pile that already contained her bra and blouse. Her cheeks were a delicate rosy pink. A satisfied smile twitched across his lips. She restlessly moved her hands he’d tied together with his red tie behind her back.

“Trying to escape is futile,” he informed her callously. “I want to know what you were looking for in my manager’s office. I gather you were here to meet him. You do know he has a wife, don’t you?”

“Yes, but she’s a bitch and not what he wants.” Alexander winced with contempt and closed his black eyes with frustration hating the way Amelia called Scarlett Blackwood, his European Manager’s wife, the woman he’d fallen in love with while residing at the Blackwood’s family home three years ago for the summer, a bitch. If she’d been a man he would have punched her. Instead he gave her butt a sharp slap enjoying the wobble of her naked breasts as he did.

“Now, now be a lady. What were you looking for in my manager’s office?”

“Just some information for someone.”

“You mean Grigori Litvenko.”

“Maybe.”

She seemed undeterred by her nakedness in front of him.

“I suppose he asked you to seduce Ross to get him to reveal confidential material on my holding company so he could gain a foothold in it. I already know he has had Ross laundering money through the Looking Glass Media platform I own as well as Radiant Publishing.”

“How do you know that?”

He towered over her and tapped the side of his nose.

“Let’s just say a little bird told me.”

Alexander finished forcefully stripping his captive by removing her high heels. He cast his eyes over her helpless naked form taking in every swell, curve, dip and erect tip to remind her of his power and watched her pale skin warm and flush with the weight of his gaze in response. Before he realized, what he was doing, he was moving closer wanting to inhale her scent and to feel the brush of her large breasts against his designer gray suit jacket. He carefully wrapped his hand around her throat.

“Now what were you looking for? Do I have to spank it out of you or maybe take my belt to your ass?”

He moved his hand up and down her throat then tightened it painfully making her gasp.

“He will kill me if I tell you,” she sounded breathless.

“I will whip your butt and take you to the police if you don’t.”

She remained silent pushing him into action.

“We will start with a spanking then.”

Bending to pick up her panties, he dragged the woman across the floor and sat down in the high-backed leather chair behind the desk in the penthouse office of Canary Wharf in Docklands, London. He pulled her onto his lap and pushed her flimsy panties inside her mouth to gag her.

“Spit them out and I will gag you with my belt,” he warned. “You had your chance. When I have finished your spanking, maybe then you will be in the mood to talk.”

She violently shook her head. Her words of protest a mumble behind her panties. Amelia aimed her forehead at his making him reel back. He laughed at her.

“Honey, that would hurt you more than it would hurt me.”

With speed he pushed her over his knees so she hung over them face down. He felt the delicious movement of her pussy over his legs and the push of her breasts and the scrape of her nipples.

“I think it’s time I calmed you down. This is going to hurt but it might release some of that anger and induce you to be more obedient. Have you ever been spanked before, Amelia?”

The increased sound of her growls against her makeshift gag and the erratic movement of her body gave him his answer. He laughed and gathered up her long blonde hair, growing damp with her struggles and the fine sheen of sweat on her body, into a ponytail and used it to pull the top half of her body up forcing her to strain and concentrate on the discomfort. It helped to cease her movements as he trapped her legs by coiling his own leg around them. Now he had her exactly where he wanted.

“Keep still, Amelia,” he mocked while raising his hand to strike the seat of her enticing bare pale rump he had been keen to test with the force of his palm since she’d given him a mouthful, after he found her snooping in his European Manager’s office. Unknowingly, she had disrupted his own clandestine research operation inside Ross’ office and his attempt to find out what Ross had been up to with Litvenko after receiving an anonymous email warning him the Russian Mafia were trying to ruin his companies and take his business.

Her pert flesh wobbled and quivered as he flattened his hard, large male palm against the left buttock and then the right. The sound of the slaps echoing around the unlocked room induced him to spank harder and faster delighting in the hot pink he stained her vulnerable flesh. He heard her growls turn to tears and her body was no longer fighting against the restraints he had placed around it. At last he was getting through. Heat emanated from her backside; no doubt she must be really feeling the sting now. He turned his attention to the tender backs of her thighs knowing she would feel the pain and hurt more keenly there. She would think twice about defying him again.

Alexander applied the last smack and rested his hand over her bottom enjoying the warmth against his hand. He kept his other wrapped around her hair and continued to pull.

“There, there, all over,” he said with a smile rubbing his hand over her butt. He released her hair, leaned over and removed the panties from her mouth.

“Ready to talk now?” he asked. “Or do I have to whip you with my belt?”

“Ow, no,” she said tears flowing down her cheeks. “He wants information on your stake in North Sea Oil.”

Alexander frowned. Deucalion Oil was his latest venture and a major one. Litvenko was trying to destroy him. If he hadn’t been sent that email, he would have been in the dark. He wanted to thank that person personally but he doubted if he would ever get the chance. Not even his tech staff had been able to trace it.

“Time to call the police,” he said stuffing the panties back in her mouth as she whimpered and begged him not to, shaking her head vehemently in protest.

Now he could put things right and get on with his main reason for being in London. To finally take Ross’s wife for himself.

Alexander Deucalion sighed and sat back in his Bentley as the driver drove out of London down into the county of Surrey to his European Manager Ross Blackwood’s home where he always stayed when in the South of the UK. He had been doing that five times a year for three years. That’s when he had fallen in love with Scarlett Blackwood and dreamt about rescuing her from her cruel husband and abusive marriage.

As the car drove on he allowed his mind to slip back into the fantasy and daydream he allowed himself to indulge in every now and again.

“I know how you should discipline, your wife,” Alexander told Ross, afraid Ross was going to hit her for talking back to him.

Ross lowered his hand.

“Show me.”

Alexander caught hold of Scarlett’s wrist in a robust but careful manner and led her to the couch.

“It’s very simple,” he said and grinned at Ross. “Haven’t you ever spanked your wife?”

Scarlett’s pretty face stared at him in horror.

“Please. I don’t want to be spanked,” she pleaded.

“You should show more respect, if you do not wish to be disciplined,” Alexander winked at Ross and sat down on the couch swinging a naked Scarlett swiftly over his knee.

“I don’t want this,” she squealed.

Alexander placed one hand on her back to steady her and stroked his other palm lightly over one peaches and cream cheek to soothe her fear, before positioning her bare bottom more prominently over his knee. He loved the way her pussy rubbed against the trouser leg of his tuxedo and her body hung helpless over his legs.

“The idea is to spank her enough so it stings and burns when she sits down again. That way she will remember her error and not make the mistake of doing it again,” the billionaire instructed.

“In essence, treat her like a naughty little girl,” Ross commented with amusement.

“Yes,” Alexander agreed.

“I like it.

He could see Ross watching him caress his wife’s bottom with interest. Alexander deliberately cupped the seat of her rump in the middle and squeezed it hard.

“Stop struggling. It will do you no good,” he told her squaring his taut, lean, muscled body, widening his legs a little further. He raised his hand and brought it crashing down hard against Scarlett’s delicious pale plump flesh.

She cried out and panted when the second strike shook her opposite bare butt cheek. Ross chuckled and walked closer to better observe her punishment. Scarlett struggled like a wildcat but with one hand firmly pressed on her back, the American held her in place. He continued to whip his hand in quick succession back and forth across her bare bottom and the soft vulnerable backs of her thighs until tears erupted and she fell limp across his knees submitting to her discipline from the billionaire in front of her husband.

Alexander colored her butt a rosy pink. He was being lenient and had he wanted her to feel the sting more he would have been firmer with his strikes. Nevertheless, Ross was impressed. He bent over and caressed his wife’s sore hot bottom.

“Interesting,” he said. “I will have to try this more often.

Alexander was surprised and delighted to feel a little dampness coating the trouser leg of his tuxedo underneath her body.

Ross stood up and turned around. Alexander took the opportunity to quickly look between her thighs and slipped his fingers gently between her pussy lips to test how wet Scarlett had become. She gave a small moan when he stroked his middle finger the length of her vulva finding her soaking wet. He smiled with triumph and inserted his finger into his mouth to suck away the evidence, enjoying her sweet taste. The last thing he wanted Ross to know was that she was aroused by being dominated and disciplined. Instead of lovingly dispensing spanking punishments he would brutalize her with it.

“So, I take it you wish to fuck my wife?”

Alexander sensually stroked his fingers along Scarlett’s hip enjoying the way jealousy and anger fluttered in Ross’ eyes all of a sudden despite his resolve to secure their business relationship with the naked offering of his wife.

“Yes. Have her taken to my room and my aides will prepare her for me. Perhaps you would like to watch me mount your wife?” Alexander asked as though it were normal.

Ross appeared to hesitate and the billionaire heard him take an agitated breath before he responded.

“Yes. I would like that.”

Alexander was forced to end his caress of Scarlett’s body when her husband abruptly pulled her up to her feet and lifted her into his arms to carry her to the American’s bedroom.

A short while later, Alexander walked into the bedroom to find Ross had arranged his wife with the help of one of the billionaire’s aides to his precise instruction. Ross had left the room as ordered so Alexander could view his prize alone before the game commenced.

Ross’ wife was on her knees facing the headboard, her ankles shackled to the bed with gold chains attached to black leather cuffs and her legs opened wide. He could see the delicious fruit of her pussy hanging ripe and glistening with juice. She was forced to bend forward by the cuffs and chains around her wrists attached to the middle of the mahogany canopy. They pulled her arms out to the side and up, forcing her breasts to hang free and unencumbered from her chest. She was also gagged.

“Good girl,” he whispered stroking his hand along her side as though examining a thoroughbred. “I promise this will be very pleasurable. I won’t let him hurt you again,” he soothed placing his fingers inside her pussy to caress and stoke her fire just a touch more. To his delight she moaned around the gag and moved her hips backwards in a thrusting rhythm. He thought she was perfect for him.

Ross entered the room and Alexander asked him to sit in a chair by the side of the bed. Strong envy and temper swirled in his eyes but he made no protest and sat down watching Alexander continue his intimate caress.

“I have provided you with a woman who will see to your needs while you watch,” he told the man, moving to go and undress. When he confidently strode out of the bathroom, completely naked, his cock long, thick and erect on his perfectly toned athletic body and approached the bed, the young woman was already sucking steadily on Ross’ penis. He was clutching her hair trying to force her mouth to open wider and take more of him inside and only briefly glanced at the billionaire.

Alexander ignored him and mounted the bed behind Scarlett. He crawled towards her restrained body while adoring the view of her pussy and the small puckered hole marking her anal entrance both for him to take had he so wished. He swept his hands over her rosy hot bottom and squeezed each cheek before opening them wide. He studied the small hole closer before lowering himself to lie on the bed directly underneath her pussy. He stretched out his tongue and lapped the length of the petal lips tasting her essence.

Scarlett moaned loudly against her gag and pulled restlessly on her chains. He continued his pleasurable assault swirling his tongue over the tip of her clit before drawing the small bud into his mouth to suck and tease. When he believed she could barely take anymore he thrust his tongue up inside her entrance and licked at her internal wet velvet muscles.

She was close to an orgasm but there was no way he was going to allow her to climax without being inside her. Moving back to his knees behind her, leaning over her body he rubbed his penis against her thigh and pulled her head back using her hair as a rein before guiding his hardness inside her pussy walls. He embedded himself deep in one punishing thrust letting her feel his power. She gasped against the gag, her whole body jerking violently.

For a while he simply thrust, tugging at her hair enjoying the feeling of his penis sliding along the walls of her slippery muscles, stretching to stroke his tip against the rough back wall of her vagina and her G-spot. Her breath was coming in hot staccato pants but he shook his head and grinned.

“Not yet, little one,” he chastised.

To school her, he abruptly pulled out and slapped her bottom.

“Hold it, Scarlett. You can only come when I allow you to.”

Alexander undid her arms and the gag but kept the shackles on her ankles. He wanted the sex to be raw and primal between them. He didn’t just want to make love to her he wanted her to feel like he owned her.

He struck his hand across one butt cheek twice with impatience wanting her in the all fours position quicker. His cock was fit to burst and painful. He needed to take her and release his seed. Perhaps one day he would allow her to conceive his child and heir.

The billionaire pushed her face down on the sheets along with her shoulders loving the way she shrieked with the force of his strength he used to push her down. He turned his attention to her hips and grasped hold of them tight to lift them up. Taking hold of her arms he brought them across her back and held them in their crossed position with one hand. He pushed her legs further apart and hurried to guide his long throbbing penis towards her entrance.

He nudged it just inside her channel and then placed his hand on the back of her neck once more. With her face turned to the side and her hands and arms now secured on her back, Alexander gave one powerful thrust and embedded his cock inside her to the hilt. She cried out with a loud guttural sound that bespoke satisfaction and contentment. He stole a glance at Ross who was staring, his face ashen despite the way the whore furiously sucked at his own cock. The man’s desire for his wife was blatant and Alexander knew then and there he would never surrender Scarlett willingly to him. He would have to take her away from him and his violence, by force.

So be it. Whatever it takes.

The notion made him give two more powerful thrusts with determination before slowing his rhythm to a gentle caress of her internal silky wet muscles contained within her vulva and gently stroked her G-spot.

It was a practiced art and kept his female conquests begging and hoping for more. Scarlett groaned and panted beneath him lost in her wanton desire. He loved the way this internal caress made the woman beneath him completely submissive under his power.

He continued the spell binding rhythm moving his cock in and out of her pussy until she moved restlessly.

“What are you doing to me?” she begged making him grin. “I’ve never felt like this before. It is so strong.”

She broke off to pant hard when he tilted his pelvis with each gentle slow thrust moving like a snake inside her channel. She was close once more and it was time to pick up the tempo.

But he wanted Ross to see her face as she climaxed. He released Scarlett’s arms and wound his hand through her hair, giving a few more thrusts with her face raised before repositioning her. With calculated roughness, the billionaire swung Scarlett’s body to the side of the bed and over the edge so low, she was forced to put out her hands to brace herself and stop herself from falling over. He moved her a little more, ignoring her cry as he did so, until her large breasts dangled and wobbled over the bed.

Supporting her with one strong arm, he embedded himself deeper inside her with a hard, unforgiving thrust. He wound his hand through her hair and pulled hard forcing her head up and eyes to look into Ross’. Alexander wanted him to see how much he could tame and pleasure her, making her submit to his will. As he tilted his pelvis once again he made the thrusts hard and in a stabbing motion as though to conquer her and increased the speed feeling his cock tighten. She screamed and shrieked unable to help herself, not knowing how to control her blazing desire. Ross stared at her.

With one firm spank of her bare bottom, Alexander ordered, “Come now, whore, show your husband just how well I have fucked you.”

Although all for the benefit of Ross, the American was surprised how calling Scarlett a whore seemed to spark her orgasm into full flight. She screamed all the way through it as he reached to cup and squeeze one of her breasts, pulling the nipple painfully taut before he felt his cock burst to soak her channel with his hot seed. It made the powerful movement of his hips more purposeful, driving deeper inside her. Outside he grunted and growled with satisfaction but inside his mind chanted, “She is mine now and always will be.”

Alexander lost himself, still moving slow within her to prolong the connection between them when their pleasure receded. Scarlett moaned softly purring her contentment. He stretched over her body and planted small kisses across her back. For a moment, he forgot Ross was there until he heard him stand up brushing off the woman Alexander had instructed to pleasure him. He said nothing as he left the room but the slam of the door behind him told the American everything he wanted to know. The woman quickly followed. A smile of triumph lit Alexander’s handsome features.

Carefully, he raised Scarlett up from her lowered position over the bed and laid her back against the pillows. She was still panting when he swept his hand over her body loving the fine sheen of exertion coating her skin as he did so. He moved his dexterous fingers over the fading yellow bruising on her inner thighs left from being taken roughly by Ross in the past making him vow once more to never allow him to hurt her again.

Alexander covered Scarlett with the sheet and lying next to her pulled her naked body in to his arms, hushing and soothing her to sleep with endearments, enchanted when she curled her body up against him seeking his warmth and protection. Now he was determined she was leaving with him and without anything Ross Blackwood had ever bought her.

Time to make the daydream come true and make Scarlett Blackwood his wife.

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