Keran snorted and nodded. Indeed, the woman who had been presented as his bride was pretty enough. Her mother was a shrew, though, that much was certain. Keran could almost imagine her as a snake, slithering on the ground, and causing panic wherever she went. He had to find some way to subtly let her know that he was in charge now, not her.

  Her docile curtsey did not fool him in the least. He’d met women like her before, wanting to appear meek, but seeking to control their men. It wouldn’t happen here. The sooner she figured that out, the better.

  Inside the great hall, he stopped and examined his new holding.

  “We have some rooms for your men in the main house, of course,” Elizabeth said. “But perhaps some of the outlying houses would—”

  “Perhaps you should let me worry about that, after we have had a chance to catch our breath. We would like some food, and a little bit of comfort away from the elements.”

  “Of course, my lord.” Elizabeth curtsied again, but Keran did not miss the scowl on her face. He knew his arrow had hit home, and was not welcomed.

  “Leora, fetch your future husband food and drink.”

  Leora dipped low, then scurried from the room. Keran took the time to look around. The rushes appeared to be clean, and the castle at least smelled good. He sniffed his nose and nodded at Patrick.

  “It is lavender, milord,” Elizabeth said. “I find it lingers, and leaves a fresh scent.” The room soon filled with servants bearing trays of ale, cheese and bread. Leora rushed in, a tray full of food in her hands. Behind her was a servant with a tray full of large tankards of ale. She offered it to him, and Elizabeth beamed.

  Keran smiled at her as he took a healthy bite of bread. He swallowed quickly, then nodded his thanks to her. She really was not so bad, he thought. Maybe this would work. He took another bite, then turned his gaze to Elizabeth.

  “I trust you have vacated the main chamber?”

  “I have, milord. My daughter can move her things into the room tonight, along with yours, of course. She can take care of you tonight, milord.”

  Keran, who had been in the middle of a drink of ale, coughed. The room, which had been buzzing with talk as servants walked about offering food and drink to their new residents, grew quiet.

  Keran finished his drink, then licked his lips. “Tonight? You have a priest handy?”

  Elizabeth bristled, and he hid a smile. He knew he must marry the girl, but her mother’s push for a bedding made him weary. He would rather take a little while, and allow himself to settle here before he took Leora to wife.

  “No, milord. But, since she will be your wife, there is no need to stand on ceremony, do you not agree?”

  Keran narrowed his eyes. “You would have me bed your daughter without the sacrament of marriage?”

  Something was not right here. Mothers seldom offered their daughters’ maidenheads before marriage. Or perhaps the girl was not a virgin. Maybe she had rutted with a stable hand or two. Maybe Elizabeth thought he would be too weary from travel to notice the lack of blood or the unblocked entrance to her daughter’s womb.

  “We are a simple people, milord. Since you will be married anyway, I thought perhaps— ”

  “When can the priest be here?” Keran took a longer drink, then locked gazes with Patrick, who lifted his brow in confusion.

  “Not for a few weeks, I am sure,” Elizabeth replied. “We had a priest here, but he died, and the king saw fit not to replace him. But, as I said—”

  “Then we will wait,” Keran interrupted her. “It will allow your daughter time to adjust to me, and I to her. And I will thank you not to malign the king’s good name.”

  “My apologies, milord. I will send for the priest immediately. Now, if you will excuse me.” She backed away, then stopped and a look of fury came over her face. Keran followed her gaze to a doorway where a woman was trying to stay hidden behind a male servant who stood in front of her.

  Elizabeth snapped her fingers, and the woman, who could not be much older than twenty, scurried back up the stairs.

  Keran frowned. The feeling of unease he had about his future mother-in-law grew. The girl had been dressed as a servant. Why would she raise such ire in Elizabeth?

  He turned to Patrick, who had also noted the exchange. Patrick stepped closer and took food from Leora’s tray. Then he leaned in and whispered in Keran’s ear.

  “Shall I find out who that is?”

  Keran nodded, then took some cheese from the tray. He swallowed it, then turned to Leora. “Perhaps after I have rested you can show me the grounds?”

  “I would be happy to, milord.” She blinked at him seductively, dipping low enough to show him a good bit of her abundant cleavage.

  Keran waited for his cock to respond. It did not, and he sighed to himself. She was pretty enough, true, but she did not stir his blood. Perhaps in the next few weeks that feeling would change. He could only hope that would be the case.

  A Traditional Daddy

  by Arabella Kingsley

  Chapter One

  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.