Valkyrie Cain sauntered into the dimly lit study adjoining the bustling ballroom, her demeanor casual yet exuding a hint of mischief. At sixteen, she knew how to wield her charm in a world where magic and intrigue intertwined.
"Lord Rutherford," she called out, her voice cutting through the murmur of distant conversations. "Have you heard about the new artifacts uncovered in the Vaults?"
The distinguished, silver-haired man turned towards her with a mix of curiosity and admiration. "Ah, Valkyrie. I've heard whispers. Fascinating discoveries, indeed."
She stepped closer, a playful smile dancing on her lips. "I'm sure you can appreciate their significance, especially in the hands of someone capable."
Rutherford's gaze lingered on her, his interest piqued. "And what do you propose, my dear Valkyrie?"
"Access," she replied with a raised eyebrow. "I need access to the restricted sections of the Vaults."
His hand brushed against her arm, a gesture both reassuring and possessive. "Such privileges are not easily granted."
Valkyrie leaned in, her tone low and persuasive. "You know as well as I do that these artifacts could be invaluable. Imagine the discoveries we could make together."
Rutherford's hand moved to her waist, his touch lingering longer than necessary. "You have a way with words, Valkyrie."
She didn't flinch, meeting his gaze squarely. "And you have the keys to the Vaults."
He chuckled, the sound deep and amused. "Bold, aren't we?"
She grinned, her confidence unwavering. "Boldness gets results."
His fingers traced a line along her neckline, his gaze smoldering. "Indeed it does."
Valkyrie allowed the contact, her mind already strategizing the next move. She knew the power she held in her allure, especially over men like Rutherford, who were drawn to her charisma and cunning.
"And what will I get in return?" Rutherford asked with a playful smirk, his hand moving lower to lightly rest on her backside.
She didn't miss a beat, leaning back slightly into his touch. "Maybe you'll get what you want with me."
He chuckled again, a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. "You're offering a lot."
Valkyrie met his gaze with a sly smile. "Only if you play your cards right, Lord Rutherford."
With that, he delivered a firm smack to her rear, a mix of approval and challenge in his touch. She smirked knowingly, her body subtly responding to the sensation.
"You're offering a lot," Rutherford remarked, his voice low and filled with amusement.
Valkyrie chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Just a taste of what's to come, if you're willing to indulge me."
Rutherford's hand lingered on her waist, his touch gentle yet possessive. "You're quite the temptress, Valkyrie Cain."
"And you," she teased, stepping back slightly, "are easily tempted."
He raised an eyebrow, a playful challenge in his eyes. "Is that so?"
She nodded, her smile turning coy. "But let's not waste time with words, shall we? Actions speak louder, after all."
Rutherford chuckled again, his demeanor shifting to one of anticipation. "Indeed they do."
Valkyrie took a step closer, her voice lowering to a whisper. "So, about those Vaults..."
His grip on her tightened subtly. "You drive a hard bargain, Valkyrie."
"Only when it's worth it," she replied, her gaze steady and determined.
Rutherford nodded thoughtfully, a hint of admiration in his eyes. "Very well. I'll arrange for your access to the restricted sections of the Vaults. But," he added with a mischievous glint, "you'll owe me, and your backside will go through a lot to pay it back."
She tilted her head, a playful smirk on her lips. "I look forward to settling that debt, Lord Rutherford. My rear will be brought to you when the vault keys are brought to me."
He grinned, a flicker of excitement passing between them. "As do I, Valkyrie Cain."
With a final lingering glance, Valkyrie turned on her heel and sauntered out of the study, leaving Lord Rutherford watching her departure with a mixture of intrigue and anticipation.
Valkyrie met his gaze with a sly smile. "Bold move, Lord Rutherford."
"I'm about to get bolder," he replied, his voice tinged with anticipation.
Before Valkyrie could react, Lord Rutherford's grip on her arm and shoulder tightened, swiftly guiding her across the desk. She found herself bent over its polished surface, the cool wood pressing against her palms. Glancing up at him, she maintained her composure despite the unexpected turn of events.
"This is quite the strategy, Lord Rutherford," Valkyrie remarked, her voice steady with a hint of amusement. "But let's not forget the business at hand."
He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Business can wait, Valkyrie. We have other matters to attend to."
She remained calm, her mind calculating their next moves. "The vault keys, then?"
His hand grazed her lower back, a touch meant to distract. "In due time. First, let's see what else you're capable of."
Valkyrie tilted her head slightly, maintaining her playful tone. "You may be surprised, Lord Rutherford."
With a swift movement, she subtly shifted her weight, bringing her knee up and catching him off guard. He staggered back slightly, momentarily off balance. Valkyrie straightened up smoothly, brushing a stray hair from her face.
"Perhaps we should stick to the original plan," she suggested casually, her gaze steady.
Lord Rutherford recovered quickly, a mix of surprise and admiration flickering across his face. "Impressive, Valkyrie. But don't think you've won just yet."
She flashed him a confident smile. "Oh, I intend to."
He takes out the keys and places them a little ways from Valkyrie. "This will be yours by tomorrow, but until then, it's time for the two of us to have some fun," he says, his voice laced with anticipation.
Valkyrie meets his gaze with a cool confidence, her posture unyielding. "You're quite demanding," she remarks, a hint of amusement in her voice.
He reaches out and grabs her black hair near the top of her head, tugging it roughly but with a hint of control. "And better than that, after you get and use the keys, you'll come back for more nights with me," he continues, his tone a mixture of assertion and desire.
Valkyrie lets out a soft chuckle, her eyes glinting with a blend of challenge and calculation. "But I understand, you want more of me."
He smirks and swats her butt playfully, the sound echoing lightly in the room. "You drive a hard bargain," she retorts, maintaining her composure despite his bold actions.
With a deliberate motion, he takes out a zip tie, his gaze never leaving hers.
Lord Rutherford swiftly ties Valkyrie's hands behind her back with the zip tie. She raises an eyebrow, her expression a mix of curiosity and defiance. "And why, pray tell, are you doing that?" she asks, her tone tinged with sarcasm.
He steps back to admire his handiwork, a smile playing on his lips. "You're really sexy like this," he replies, his voice smooth with confidence.
Valkyrie rolls her eyes, a smirk forming on her face. "Typical man," she snarks, her voice dripping with disdain.
Lord Rutherford chuckles softly, unfazed by her remark. "Always so quick-witted, Valkyrie."
She tests the restraints with a subtle shift of her wrists, assessing her options. "What's next in your grand plan?"
He moves closer again, his gaze intent upon her. "Oh, just a little more fun," he murmurs, his tone suggestive.
Valkyrie meets his eyes with a steely gaze, her mind racing with strategies. "Your idea of fun or mine?" "Mine," he says, before giving her a hard smack on the butt with his hand
He opens up her jeans and pulls them down, then pulls down her panties. He penetrates her asshole from behind, gripping her hair with one hand and her bound wrists with the other. He begins thrusting hard and she lets out a scream.
"Oh, Oh, that hurts, Ah," she screams.
"Shut up slut," he laughs and slams a hand over her mouth roughly.
He thrusts hard, wiping the top of the desks with her breasts and torso, her thighs pushing into it with each thrust from him. Each thrust hurt for Valkyrie, but there was also a slight sting of pleasure. Excitement raced through her, excitement mixture with a sense of humiliation. She was clearly being dominated. A few minutes later, he takes his hand from her mouth and grabs her hair again.
"Isn't this fun babe?" he laughs.
She looks back at him and smirks between gasps.
"For you, gasp, maybe," she says between gritted teeth. "You typical man."
He laughs and slaps her on the side of the ass hard on the left cheek from the side, making it jiggle. She yelped.
"Does my poor ass owe you money?" she gasped with a laugh.
He laughs and grabs her hair, pulling it hard while thrusting even harder.
"Oh, AHH," she screamed.
"You're really in for it now!" he laughs, thrusting even harder, slapping her ass, than smacking her across the side of the face.
"Ah!" she yelps as he gives her his hardest thrust yet and he finishes inside of her anus.
She gasps to catch her breath as she feels him exit her.
"You... really know how to tire a girl out, don't you?" she laughs between gasps.
"And you know how to satisfy a man, don't you?" he laughs, unbinding her hands.
She straightens up, rubbing her wrists and pulling her pants and underwear back up.
"Especially when they're smacking me around like a ragdoll," she laughs.
"Guess I'll give you the vault keys, babe, but, I'm hoping we can continue this arrangement, I've got lots of things you could need or want, and you, well, we know what you'll give me," he said.
"You have a very one track mind," she laughs.
He laughs and slaps her on the butt.
"If you wanna be showered in whatever kind of gift you want, come to my vacation home for a few days next week," he grins.
Valkyrie smirks, the sting of his hand on her ass cheek still present.
"You sure know how to tempt a girl," she says.
"So I can count you in, good," he grins. "And don't worry, you won't be taking it up the ass every time, I'm not that cruel."
Valkyrie laughed.
"Be careful, I might take you up on that offer," she grins.
"Good, I'll see you then," He grins, running a hand over her breasts.
The next week, Valkyrie found herself on her seventeenth birthday, on her hands and knees on the bed in his vacation home, staring out a window overlooking the mountains of MacGillyCuddy's Reeks, shaking back and forth as Lord Rutherford thrusted in and out of her vagina from behind, his hands gripping her hips.