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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.