Valkyrie Cain stood confidently at the entrance of Rutherford's opulent mansion, her grin widening as she took in the grandeur. Rutherford, with his salt-and-pepper hair and roguish charm, greeted her with an appreciative look. He was one of the richest sorcerers in Roarhaven, with a reputation for knowing secrets and having rare items. He looked to be in his late forties or early fifties. She'd get her hands on the vault keys she needed soon enough and her case would be solved, without Skulduggery for the first time, a chance to show him she could cut it on her own.
"Valkyrie Cain," he said, his eyes lingering on her. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Just a bit of business," Valkyrie replied smoothly, stepping inside. "I need access to the vaults."
Rutherford's smile turned more flirtatious. "Business, you say? I've heard you're quite the prodigy, especially for eighteen. But I didn't realize you were also quite the sight."
Valkyrie tilted her head, her eyes dancing with mischief. "I'll be turning nineteen soon enough. And I've heard you're quite the charmer. If you're offering a bit of that charm along with the keys, I'm all ears."
Rutherford stepped closer, clearly intrigued. "Well, I'd love to help, but I'm afraid I'll need a bit more than just your company. How about this: you spend the evening with me, and I'll consider giving you the keys."
Valkyrie was about to respond when Rutherford's hand moved decisively, delivering a playful yet firm smack to her backside. Valkyrie's eyes widened in surprise, but she kept her composure, turning to face him with a confident smirk.
"Is this how you greet all your guests?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement.
"Only those who have something as captivating as you," Rutherford replied, his gaze lingering on her. "And I must say, your rear is just as impressive as your reputation."
Valkyrie leaned in slightly, her smirk growing. "So, you want my rear, and I want those keys. Simple deal, right?"
Rutherford's eyes sparkled with mischief. "You're direct, I like that. How could I resist such a compelling offer?"
Valkyrie laughed softly, her confidence unwavering. "Alright, Rutherford. I'll stay and entertain you for the evening, but I expect those keys at the end of the night."
"Deal," Rutherford said, offering her a glass of wine and guiding her towards a plush sitting area. "Let's make this evening memorable."
The lavish sitting area soon gave way to Rutherford's grand office, its walls lined with shelves of ancient tomes and arcane relics. The atmosphere was charged as Rutherford's demeanor shifted subtly, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and intent.
"Alright, Valkyrie," he said, his tone light but edged with something more. "Since you're staying the evening, let's make it a bit more... memorable."
Before Valkyrie could fully process his words, Rutherford retrieved a zip tie from a drawer. His approach was casual, but the smirk on his face made his intentions clear.
"Really? I didn't realize 'entertaining' involved a bit of bondage," Valkyrie remarked, her tone playful but firm.
Rutherford chuckled as he deftly secured the zip tie around her wrists, binding them behind her back. "Oh, I assure you, it's fitting. You've got a rear that deserves some extra attention."
Valkyrie wriggled slightly against the restraints, her grin persistent. "Well, if this is your idea of attention, it's definitely a classic move."
Rutherford's smile widened as he guided her toward his large mahogany desk. "Classic, maybe, but effective. And let's be honest, your rear is quite the sight."
With a gentle but firm push, he bent her over the desk. Valkyrie's position was one of forced submission, but her demeanor remained cheeky and flirtatious. She looked up at him with a defiant glint in her eyes.
Rutherford took a moment to appreciate the view, then reached out and delivered a playful but firm smack to her backside. The sound echoed through the room, and Valkyrie's eyes widened in surprise, though her reaction was more playful than shocked.
"Is this how you make an impression?" she asked, her voice smooth and teasing.
Rutherford grinned, giving her rear another quick, decisive slap. "Only with someone who's as captivating as you. And I must say, your rear is as striking as your reputation."
Valkyrie turned her head slightly to meet his gaze with a flirty smirk. "Well, if this is your idea of charm, it's definitely working. But I have to say, I'm more than just a nice view."
Rutherford's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Oh, I have no doubt you're far more than that. But I must admit, a rear like yours is hard to ignore, so time for some fun."
Valkyrie's smile widened as she wiggled slightly, making her rear shift provocatively, "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 ninetieth 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 Rutherford thrusted in and out of her vagina from behind, his hands gripping her hips.