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  Viking Raider

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  Arabella Kingsley

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  Prologue

  The handsome Norwegian billionaire sighed and sat back in his chair behind his ornate desk at his company office in the city of London and took another look at the photos of the woman he had been handed along with the report. She was beautiful. There was no denying it. She also possessed a formidable tenacious and determined temperament by all accounts. He didn’t need the report to tell him that, he could see it shining out of haunted emerald green eyes. She was going to be a handful and not easy to tame. But then the challenge would prove more fitting to his revenge. However, before he could begin there was a more pressing problem to deal with.

  Vidar Alvarsson looked up from the photographs at the three women facing him perched naked on all fours on a platform in front of his desk enjoying the way their pert breasts hung low on their chests, their taut nipples pointing at the surface of the platform. They looked nervous and so should they be, he thought with humour. They were badly in need of correction. The Billionaire put the photographs down on top of the desk and picked up the riding crop lying in wait in front of him. He made his large leather chair swivel as he flexed the whip in front of him. It had been a long time since he had whipped three naked female bottoms together. It sounded an impossible task but it was one he had managed on several occasions in his decadent past and he had no doubts he would now.

  “Are you all aware why you are here?” he asked flexing the riding crop again, studying it closely as he ran his fingertips along its length delighting mischievously in the way two of the young women gulped.

  “Yes,” they chorused timidly.

  “I put you all in a team of five women because you are the best. Your expertise is second to none and sometimes I believe the situation benefits from an all female or male group working on it. The focus and concentration is maintained and a good result obtained. It has worked in the past with several teams but not with your group,” he told them sternly in a deep dark low male voice betraying a small hint of his Norwegian accent. “I was supposed to have had a strategy for moving the Deadulus Electric hybrid concept car forward and in to production by now but you haven’t produced anything and our competitors are taking the lead. Instead I have been informed of unmanageable competitiveness, bullying and more between you. I put Katherine in charge of the team because she was the best person for the job but none of you have accepted her leadership. There has been harassment, cyber bullying and more. One of you, whose name I will not mention even issued threats. I can’t have this.”

  He stood up carrying the riding crop and moved around to the front of the desk revealing his tall athletic muscled figure in his light grey haute couture suit, crisp white shirt and black silk tie that made him cut a formidable dominant figure.

  They turned their heads to watch him walk behind them.

  “Eyes front,” one of his male employees snapped the order. Also in a suit, he came to walk in front of them and clicked his fingers. Immediately they turned back and did not dare to try to look around again.

  Vidar stood silently behind them surveying and admiring the row of ripe peachy bottoms in front of him quivering in anticipation of being struck.

  “So, I have to take action. I have your signed authorities to take disciplinary action and whatever course of remedy I choose. Before I start and explain the changes I am going to make to the team so that we can go forward with the project, is there anyone here who wishes to change their mind and leave my employment, taking the first option that was given to them?”

  Silence. Then,

  “No,” from each of them.

  He was about to start but Lucy on the end of the row piped up. There was some anger behind her tone and rebellion. It was she who had made threats to Katherine. His first reaction had been to instantly dismiss her and report her to the police. Vidar took the well-being and safety of his staff very seriously, especially the women and he would not tolerate such behaviour. But Katherine had requested he give her a second chance. She was an asset to the team and she believed they could work things out. So here he was giving her another opportunity albeit with some strict changes and rules he had already discussed with Katherine.

  “I bet you wouldn’t do this one of the all male teams,” she sneered. “I bet they don’t get stripped and spanked like a child.”

  Vidar couldn’t help but laugh. He walked around to the front of her and bent towards her face making sure she had a prime view of the riding crop held so firmly in his hands.

  “That is where you are wrong. The team on the Thornton project were disciplined for similar reasons. Not by me, of course but I did find the female dominants entertaining to watch.” He reached out and cupped the side of her face and raised her head letting his gaze pass over the red vampy glossy lipstick. “You will find me a lot more lenient than them, I can assure you,” he smiled. “Although if you push me and continue back chatting when I am disciplining you, I can make you beg me to stop.”

  Her icy blue eyes widened in surprise.

  “Sorry, Sir,” she whispered.

  He gave her face a gentle squeeze and then let go.

  “Good girl. Now let’s get started. Afterwards we will talk about the adjustments I am going to make to the team.”

  The Billionaire walked behind the women once more leaving his assistant to keep a watchful protective eye on the women at the front for any real signs of distress as he instructed.

  The women had been placed huddled together, their warm naked bodies brushing each other to promote solidarity and a sense of team spirit, he mused with humour.

  He stood at the side ready to move position when required. He raised the riding crop and aimed it precisely at the left buttock of the first woman. She shrieked when it made contact with her tense cheek.

  “Try to relax and it won’t smart so much, Clarissa,” he said swatting the leather end over the second buttock before quickly moving to the middle and end girl to repeat the action. He moved swiftly between the three lashing their buttocks with the riding crop and alternating between striking each cheek with the fleshy seats of their bottoms with quick precision. Their butts flushed a healthy rosy red immediately. Applying the crop so expertly made their plump rumps quiver and wobble. The sting produced hot tears and gentle sobs with each strike.

  Vidar continued for a short while enjoying his task as he attended to it with vigour. Then he abruptly stopped.

  “I think that is enough of my involvement in this matter. I have warmed you up for the real discipline that is to come.”

  The women said nothing. They were too busy whimpering. With a satisfied smile at his assistant who returned it, he motioned for another man standing at the side to open the door. Five young handsome men all impeccably dressed in dark suits filed in to the room. Three of them stepped forward.

  “Ladies, I have decided that you will each have a mentor, someone who will help to keep you focused on the project and disciplined to deliver it on time. These men are going to shadow you in the team during the day and at night in your homes. They will not leave your side. These dominants will keep you in check and police any bad behaviour administering punishments and spankings wherever necessary. And before you ask, Lucy yes this happened to the male team, although it was a little different. I provided each of them with submissive females to help contain and tame their aggression by
training them. These men will be with you until the end of the project. I hand-picked them for each of you according to your temperaments and needs.”

  He made sure his speech was firm. There was no room for changing his mind. Besides the initiative had worked well with the men. Relationships and marriage had ensued and two of the women were now pregnant. The men were better and so much more focused at their work producing good results. The male dominants would tame and temper the women’s aggression and need to cat fight bringing them under firm control. He disliked losing good high caliber staff and he believed this was a good solution that suited him as well as everyone else.

  He nodded and the men moved forward directly behind the women. Clasping their hands around their waists they moved the women apart. The assistant came towards them and handed each male a riding crop. The women gave a snivel but did not object. The assistant moved around to the front again to keep an eye on proceedings and the men took up position next to their charges. They carefully slipped a hand around the women’s throats to guide their head upwards and kept them there to ensure steady bottoms ready for correction.

  “Bring in Katherine and the Claire, the other team members. I will see to their correction before the dominants waiting for them take over as their mentors,” Vidar announced to the other man in the room assisting proceedings. “They do not require the same level of discipline as you three do but nevertheless, Katherine needs to learn to better manage and direct her team.”

  Vidar watched the man open the door again and removed his suit jacket from over his waistcoat. He sat down on the sofa spreading his knees out. Two more handsome dominants carried two naked women in to the room. They took them straight to Vidar and placed each of their slender bodies over a knee. The men made sure the women were in a position where their rumps were balanced on top of Vidar’s knees and the whole top and middle of their bodies were bent downward with their shoulders just about touching the floor. Then they bent to hold their hands on to the floor and keep them in the strained position.

  Vidar smiled and rested a palm on each girl’s bottom giving them a gentle rub.

  “Right, let’s begin, gentlemen.”

  The dominants applying discipline to the three women on the platform aimed the whips at their butts and struck hard barely leaving room for them to take breath before the next lash was sweeping across their cheeks to darken the rosy red already glowing there.

  Vidar applied himself diligently to the task in hand turning his toned waist to one side to deliver two firm slaps to Katherine’s buttocks and then swiveling to the next girl’s to repeat the action. He stroked his hands over their bottoms with precision, gently cupping his hand to lift the buttock high when striking from under the curve. They were quickly whimpering and tears were falling but none objected or begged for him to stop, something he noted to their advantage.

  The dominants were caressing the whips over the tender backs of the girl’s thighs now and producing a fresh batch of tears and helpless cries from each of them. Vidar followed suit making his own women quiver and tremble when he struck the fragile backs of their thighs before moving the end of the riding crops in between their legs to strike their vaginas and the small buds resting there, pussy whipping them. The room was filled with the pleasurable sound of whips cracking through the air and loud unforgiving slaps to vulnerable quivering female bottoms.

  A small while later the punishment session ended.

  “Are they wet, gentlemen?” Vidar asked slipping the middle fingers on both of his hands gently in between the folds of the women’s pussies resting on each of his knees, smiling when he found them soaking. He watched the men move the end of the riding crops over the women’s vulvas and gently in between their folds. They removed them and held the ends up and showed him the evidence. Every end was drenched in juice.

  “Good. Then I see no reason why pleasure shouldn’t follow pain and you can initiate the dominant/submissive relationship. The sooner the better we start, the quicker the project can proceed. The men nodded and put down the crops. They lovingly stroked the hot fiery bottoms in front of them, soothing them with a cool hand and the brush of their lips.

  Vidar heard them pull down their zips and picked up the rhythmic stroke of his fingers inside the women’s pussies. The small whimpers around the room were replaced with soft delicate moans and helpless cries of pleasure. He heard the men grunt and looked up to see them each embedding their long hard lengths in to the women’s vaginas from behind up inside them to the hilt with one hard thrust, reaching forward to hold their throats. With some encouraging slaps of their hands to their sore rumps, the men rode the women and themselves to satisfaction and release beginning the mentoring relationship.

  The Billionaire kneaded Katherine and Claire’s clits wondering which of them would come first. He sharply pinched the small buds making them buck and rear as the men at either side fought to hold them down in place.

  “Good girls,” he whispered inserting first one then two fingers up inside their channels, curling them expertly to caress their G-spots, teasing their pleasure, taking them to the edge and then back again. The men at either side reached one of their hands upwards and cupped a breast, working in perfect union. They firmly squeezed the breast as though to milk it and both flexed and tugged at the tight nipples. Then they reached up to wrap their lips over the teat and suck. Vidar smiled approving of the erotic touch. The men from the human resources department were experts and it was not the first time he had used them all in such an arrangement. It wasn’t long before the women were panting and begging to be allowed to come as the men grazed their nipples through their teeth and Vidar thrust his fingers hard and fast inside them. To his delight the team leader came first and a second later Claire. The rest of the women were bucking back against the dominants coming hard.

  Not long after, the room was cleared, Vidar cleansed his fingers and replaced his suit jacket. His security chief entered the room. He appeared excited.

  “The legal team have just given me the ok. The evidence we have on Ethan Prince is infallible. We’ve got him just like you said yesterday. We can move on him now. We can move as soon as you are ready.”

  Vidar stared at him, a wide grin spreading across his handsome features.

  “What’s more. I think I know where your sister is. Let’s put your plan in to action.”

  Chapter One

  Vidar Alvarsson marched along the corridor of the office building in Docklands, London in his designer black three-piece black suit with purpose checking his cufflinks, a habit he had of doing when he was about to enter a confrontation. Nicknamed the Viking because of his ruthless raiding of companies and stripping their assets, he more than lived up to the name with his striking Nordic features with a neatly groomed beard and tall appearance that left any woman who came near him falling at his feet. He had waited a long time for revenge on his nemesis. Now everything in the building and the majority of the rest of Ethan Prince’s dubious business empire now belonged to him and Alvarsson industries. He’d bought the stock in Baron Prince Petroleum at a cut down price when he had helped to break news of its money laundering operation, other illegal practices and mafia connections made by the CEO and chair of the Board. Now he was the majority holder and buying up the rest of the stock no one wanted anymore and he was stripping the company and taking the assets. There was just one final asset to claim, Ethan Prince’s daughter.

  He made his way along the corridor past glass enclosed offices full of people gathering up their belongings and making preparations to leave towards three large offices overlooking the Thames and stopped at the first one. Fallon was pacing up and down talking to someone on the phone looking frantic and stressed out. He knew it was her father. Vidar didn’t wait to be invited in. Fallon looked up the moment he walked inside and contorted her pretty porcelain features with a glare, slamming down the phone, her conversation unfinished.

  “There is no way, I am coming with you. I don’t care wh
at my father said on the phone,”

  Fallon Prince appeared adamant and the Billionaire realised he was going to have to be more persuasive. “He thinks he can make decisions for me but he can’t. I will not give up control of my life for a man not even for him.”

  “If you want your father to stay out of prison with his failing health and your brother to be reunited with his husband you will,” he made sure he said it softly, calmly. “I can make all of it go away with one phone call.”

  She folded her arms and narrowed her heavenly emerald eyes at him making a wicked smile begin to curl at the edges of his mouth. Fallon Prince was a beautiful formidable feisty woman but one he could easily handle. He knew that from the research he had been given on her but he also knew she would sacrifice herself for her family especially her twin brother with whom she shared a close bond. He couldn’t wait to have her lying beneath him in his bed tamed and submissive.

  “You can’t threaten me like this. I will call the police.”

  She reached for the phone. Vidar took a step forward and gently but firmly pulled the receiver out of her hand and replaced it.

  “That is not going to help anyone. It certainly didn’t help my family when your father kidnapped my sister with her friends and trafficked them across Europe for sex. They didn’t lift a finger and I will make sure the British police grant you the same courtesy,” the bitterness in his voice was clearly audible and it was an effort to rein it in. Every time he thought of his sister at nineteen being abused by man after man or worse lying dead in an unmarked grave all because of Ethan Prince, he wanted to kill the him but perhaps fate was beating him to it. The man was health was just about gone and time was running out for him. Taking his beautiful daughter and enslaving her as his whore was a much better revenge against a cruel bastard who was dying.