Introduction

 

Ms. Vivian Queen was a lady to be reckoned with, as she was a successful female entrepreneur who built a fashion empire from next to nothing. Her life was no easy journey, and a weaker person would have never attained the success Vivian did. She came from a humble blue-collar family, but as a teen she was a rebel. That led to an unwanted pregnancy at seventeen that caused the father of the baby to bolt and her family to shun her. Despite the odds being stacked against her, Ms. Queen went off on her own, gave birth to a daughter she named Hope, and worked her ass off to get ahead.

She started out as a receptionist for a fashion maven's company, needing to earn a living to be able support her child. She learned all she could about the business and found she had an eye for fashion that was noticed by the owner. That led to the first of her promotions to an assistant designer, and over a couple of years she moved all the way up to the company's chief of design. But after a few years of unbelievable success, she quit and started her own business. That led to a couple of more years of struggle, but now, more than a decade later, Vivian was wealthy and powerful.

She did have one weak spot, her daughter Hope, who was the only one who could ever go toe to toe with her mother and actually win. On her eighteenth birthday, just a few months after graduating high school, Hope announced that she was taking a year off to backpack through Europe before going to college. It started a war between the two that lasted almost a month before Vivian gave in and agreed that a European jaunt might do her some good. She even let Hope believe that she could go it alone, but Vivian arranged to have a security detail keep an eye on her from a discreet distance.

On the day she saw Hope off at the airport Vivian returned to her office to find there was a wolf waiting for her, one that had dogged her for years. Her assistant gave her a bulky envelope that had been delivered by a courier her assistant never saw before, and she pointed out the strange way it was addressed. It had Vivian's name on it and the phrase, 'For Her Eyes Only,' printed below it. It felt like a stack of papers inside the manila envelope, so she just took it into her office to open it.

Vivian sat at her desk and used her letter opener to slice open the envelope before pulling the contents out and staring at them in shock. The 'Proposed Acquisition Proposal' was an offer to take over her company from her main rival, and ex-boss, Aaron Bouchet. Though they had parted ways amicably over a decade ago, the rise of Vivian's company turned them into rivals. As Aaron's empire was handed down over three generations, it was still far larger than her ten-year-old company, though she was gaining market share every year.

Being a fiery redhead who was only thirty-six years old, ravishingly beautiful, and on an upward career trajectory, the generous offer did not interest her. She could have retired with what he was offering, but he also provided an option for Vivian to return and become his Chief Designer and VP of Operations. It was odd to her though, since she told him just a few months ago how happy she was and that she enjoyed being his competitor. She would politely decline his offer of course, but she still wondered why he went to all this trouble in the first place.

She disregarded it and went back to work to keep her mind off Hope's long flight, and as usual, she delved deeply into her passion, her designs. Several hours later she received the text she was waiting for, 'landed safely, call u later,' and she felt better. It was followed by another that read, 'Don't be mad at me,' and that made Vivian suddenly feel nervous. Before she could do a thing, her assistant called on the intercom and told her the security service she hired was on the line. When she heard that there was no one matching her daughter's description that disembarked from the plane, she went ballistic and told them they had better find her. She was a nervous wreck for the rest of the day, but that was just the start of it, as Vivian was about to face her worst possible nightmare.

 

 

Chapter 1: Hope

 

Hope Queen was like a miniature version of her mother, standing at barely five foot two, a full six inches shorter than Vivian. They were similarly proportioned, with ample breasts, narrow waists, and rounded hips. But the elder's superior height gave her a 38D-26-34 figure, while Hope's was a 34C-22-30, smaller overall, but just as feminine on her slighter frame. Mom also weighed 130 pounds with Hope being twenty pounds lighter. But it was their flaming red tresses and green eyes that truly distinguished the obvious DNA connection they shared, no one ever doubted they were mother and daughter.

Their physical resemblance was obvious, but that was where it ended, because they were more like adversaries these days. Hope was not like her mother, driven and unyielding, rather she chose to be more of a romantic. This was natural of course, given her age. Vivian had made her daughter's life too easy. Though she preached the need to be determined and independent, Hope had always wanted to be swept off her feet by a handsome man and share a life with him. She never dared tell her mother that, or that her trip to Europe was not just to go sightseeing.

Hope had developed an online relationship with a guy she met while in a chat room about the best ways to see Europe, as that part of the idea was originally hers. But once she got to know Chad, a nice guy who had been studying art in Paris for the last year, she was smitten. He was from New York City, Hope and Vivian's home town, which made him even more interesting to Hope. At first, he just offered to be her tour guide, but once they started Skyping, an attraction started to grow between them. By the time Hope convinced her mother to let her go to Europe, Hope was totally hot for Chad.

Once she was in flight to Paris, Hope was feeling guilty for what she planned to do to thwart her mother. She knew that her mother would likely hire some kind of security detail to shadow her while in Europe, so to keep her liaison with Chad a secret, she was planning to elude them upon arrival. If her mother found about Chad, Hope was afraid she would not approve. And when Vivian Queen did not approve of something, she would invariably make it known. In this case Hope expected she would just ruin her chance to have the romantic adventure she planned to have with Chad.

She anticipated that they would be waiting for her when she came off the plane, but they would be looking for a redhead, and she was fairly certain her mother also told them what she was wearing. In her carry-on bag she packed a different outfit and a brunette wig, and just before they arrived in Paris, she ducked into the lavatory to change. Once she did, Hope added a wide-brimmed hat and large black sunglasses. When she looked in the mirror, she did not recognize herself, which was exactly what she wanted. She stayed in the lavatory until they announced they were landing and everyone was told to take their seats.

Apart from getting a strange look from the stewardess and the woman sitting next to her, no one said a thing to Hope about her drastic change in appearance. Twenty minutes later Hope strutted off the plane, keeping her focus on walking as far from the gate as possible before the security guys realized the petite redhead, they were supposed to watch, never came off the plane. She did not even bother to collect her checked bag; she was planning on coming back for it in a few days once she told her mom the truth about Chad.

Hope walked briskly through the terminal to the pickup area next to the one where passengers from her flight would exit the terminal, just in case anyone was waiting for her outside the terminal. She found Chad's car waiting in the pickup area and walked up to the driver's side window, which was down, and there he was looking up at her. As he opened the door to get out Hope nearly swooned, he was even better looking in real life!

"Hope?" the man asked once he got out of the car.

"Chad?" she asked back.

"Damn girl! That is a great disguise, I wasn't sure that it was you at first," he answered.

"We should get going before the people she sent figure out I skipped out on them," Hope said, wanting to wrap her arms around Chad, but still afraid they would find them.

"You really think she has people spying on you?" Chad asked, he had argued that her mother could not be that clinging.

"You don't know her, but you will see, can we please go?"

"Fine," he said, guiding her around the car and opening the door for her.

Once she got in, he bolted to the other side of the car and the two of them sped off, but of course not to the hotel she had booked. Though Chad argued against doing that at first, she finally convinced him, and he found a small out of the way cottage that he booked in his name. He told Hope that had found a place outside the city where they could have privacy and get to know each other, and that made her heart race with desire. She shot her mother a text to tell her she arrived just fine, but then added another one asking for forgiveness because she expected that she would soon hear that her security detail could not find her. As soon as she did that Hope turned off her phone and pulled the SIM card, eliminating the ability for her mother to use the GPS to track her location.

The pair drove north from the airport, out into the countryside, but Hope had no clue where they were, never having been to France. It took about an hour before they pulled off the main road and headed down a dirt driveway through a stand of trees, only to emerge on a picturesque cottage that was in a glade surrounded by them. Hope was thrilled to see the small cottage, thinking it was an ideal location to get intimate with Chad. She had not even kissed him yet, but she seriously wanted to jump his bones.

When they entered the cottage, Hope was surprised that the interior had been modernized, and it did not match the exterior, but it was so nice she did not care. As soon as Chad closed the door Hope jumped into his arms and they began kissing each other with passion. At first, he just held her with her legs wrapped around his waist, as they frantically kissed each other. After a minute or so, he walked her over to the room behind the large open living area. He dropped her on the bed and both of them began to strip off their clothes.

Once they had discarded their clothing Chad joined Hope on the bed for a randy little romp that lasted over an hour, leaving them both sweaty and exhausted. Though Hope was not a virgin, the few intimate experiences she had before that day were nothing like what Chad did with her. He was a much more skilled lover than the two boys she had experimented with in the past. Because of that she was even more convinced that he was perfect for her once they were lying next to each other afterward. She had never had such intense climaxes when she was with the boys she shagged, and for that matter, even when she had pleasured herself.

They shared a long hot bath in an old claw foot tub, and it led to a second round of hot steamy sex. Chad was only twenty himself, and he was athletic, so his stamina was impressive. Hope was so deeply immersed in sexual ecstasy by the time that round was over that she needed Chad's help just to get out of the tub. She was just barely getting her feet under her again by the time she dried off and got dressed. When she emerged from the bedroom Hope was pleasantly surprised to see that he had a meal waiting for them on the dining room table.

He held out a chair for her and, as she took it, Hope said, "This is so nice, you didn't have to go to all this trouble."

"No trouble my lady, you seemed like you were a little weak and could use some sustenance. The night is still young."

"You want to do it again?" Hope asked, thinking that after their first two energetic sexual romps he had to be as exhausted as she felt.

"Always, especially with a hot babe like you, but let's have a nice meal and some wine, then we can see what happens next."

"I'm only eighteen I'm not old enough to drink wine," Hope said, feeling childish as she did.

"In New York maybe, but this is France, five-year-olds drink wine here," Chad answered with a smile on his face.

"Your right, after what we just did I ought to act like an adult and enjoy some wine with dinner."

He opened a nice bottle of white wine that would go well with the shrimp stew he had made for dinner. Hope was impressed by the flavor of the food and with the wine. After a couple of glasses of wine, she started to feel all warm and fuzzy. He kept filling her glass and urging her to enjoy herself, and as a result she drank far too much. Once she finished eating Hope was visibly inebriated and was starting to feel guilty about eluding the security men her mother had hired. Mainly because she was not honest with her mother, as she was usually upfront and genuine with her.

"Chad, I think I should call my mom and tell her what is going on," Hope ventured.

"If you call her from here, she will be able to locate you, do you want her security men showing up in the middle of the night?" Chad asked.

"No, but she must be worried."

"Why don't we just enjoy this night, and tomorrow we can head back to Paris and call her," he said, as he ran his hand up her thigh under the table.

"OK, I guess one night won't be so bad," she replied, a little breathlessly.

Chad stood up, walked behind Hope, and began massaging her shoulders. She moaned lightly and shivered a little, but tilted her head sideways onto the top of his right hand. He rubbed her shoulders for a few long minutes, until he felt her whole body begin to relax and her moans became more audible. She was only wearing an over-sized nightshirt after their bath and he moved his hands down to her sides, grabbed the shirt by her hips, and began to lift it.

Realizing what he was doing, Hope lifted her arms over her head, but once her shirt was off her body and just covering her head, Chad surprised her. Rather than pulling it off, and with a speed that caught her off guard, he used the hem to bind her wrists together above her head. It was a little scary and a bit exciting because she loved the way he took control so easily.

Once her wrists were bound together, he said, "I know you are feeling guilty Hope, and since you have been such a naughty girl today, maybe I should put you over my knee and give you a sound spanking?" And as he said it, he reached around her and began groping her breasts gently.

Hope was caught up in the moment, as the wine had eased her inhibitions and she was already aroused by the time he tied her wrists and made his proposition. Though she had never been struck, apart from a face slap or two when she had really pissed off her mother, his suggestion was intriguing. She pictured herself bent over his lap while he slapped her ass, and that made her sex twitch.

This prompted Hope to say, "I think you should spank me Chad, I have been a bad girl," her hot little pussy throbbing even more as she said it.

He stepped to the side of the chair and scooped her up in his arms before carrying her to the bedroom. He sat down on the side of the bed with her still cradled in his arms, one arm under her knees and the other around her back. But once he was sitting down, Chad flipped her over like a doll, positioning her trapped arms and head on the bed and clamping her upper legs between his thighs. He began rubbing her pert rump cheeks and she shivered in response.

"Are you nervous Hope?" he asked.

"Yes Chad," she answered from within the cloth cocoon around your head.

SMACK! "You will call me Sir!" he snapped after slapping her ass sharply.

"Ouch! Yes Sir!" Hope responded; her excitement fueled by his stern treatment.

He went back to massaging her firm young flesh and she felt her body tingling with sexual energy. After getting her worked up again, he amplified it by sliding a finger between her butt cheeks to find her very wet vaginal opening. He toyed with it until she started moaning again, but then withdrew his finger to return to his rump massage.

"Now say please spank my ass hard Sir!" Chad said sharply.

"Please spank my ass hard Sir!" Hope replied, actually wanting him to do it in that moment.

Chad reached over with his left hand and grabbed the back of her neck, holding her down against the bed, while he squeezed her thighs between his legs. Using his right hand, he grabbed the wooden brush he left on the night table and lifted his arm above her quivering rump. She was squeezing her cheeks in anticipation of the first blow, but he knew she could not maintain it for long. As soon as she relaxed her cheeks he began, delivering twenty straight searing blows with the brush. Hope screamed and struggled, but his grip was too strong and in just a couple of minutes her rump was ablaze with pain.

Hope was so shocked and stunned by the ferocity of the spanking that she did not know what to do, other than cry like a baby. But then she felt his grip on her hip just before he lifted her up and laid her face down on the bed. She felt something being wrapped around her wrists, right over the cotton shirt currently binding them together. In a few moments he was done and let go, but when she went to pull her arms down, she realized they were tied with rope and it was attached to something that kept her arms extended above her head. While she was trying to cope with her bound wrists, he moved to her legs, and using pre-tied nooses attached to each corner of the bed, he secured her ankles so her legs were spread wide apart.

She had just about regained enough emotional control to voice her objection to what he was doing when she suddenly felt something hard sliding between the bed and her sex. Before she could react, it began to buzz, hard. The sudden burst of pleasure this caused her clitoris stifled any response other than the gasp and groan she made in response to the powerful sensation.

"That's all babe, I'm sorry I hurt your rump, but in a few minutes, you won't care and you will be begging me to fuck you again," Chad said, as he ground the head of the large vibrator into her clit.

"No! No! No. OH! OH! OH! FUCK I"M GOING TO COME!" Hope cried out, stunned by how fast the burning pain in her rump was displaced by the orgasm that was starting to crash down on her.

"That's right girl, you come like a slut for Sir Chad! Now thank him bitch!"

"THANK YOU, SIR! OH GOD! THANK YOU!" Hope screamed now that the climax had her in its full grip. She strained against the ropes holding her pinned face down, and for some strange reason, the way she was completely helpless added to the power of her climax. It was so intense that she knew she would have tried to stop it, as she was futilely attempting to do. But being unable to stop it meant she had to surrender and that made it feel even better.

But even as her orgasm tore through her, it suddenly became obvious that Chad was not stopping. Once the first wave of pleasure washed over her, Hope felt the buzzing even more intensely between her thighs. It fueled her renewed and far more vigorous struggles, something that Chad liked watching. He vibrated her to another orgasm, which prompted Hope to desperately cry out her thanks again, her voice cracking when she did. By that point she was so deep into her orgasmic odyssey that thinking became hard to do, but then she heard his voice.

"Beg me to fuck you Hope."

"Yes, Yes, Sir! Please fuck me Sir! Oh shit! Give it to me hard!" Hope screamed out, shocking herself once again.

Once he made sure the vibrator remained firmly wedged under her, Chad knelt between her legs and lowered himself over her rump. His cock found her juicy sex and slid in effortlessly, while Hope cried out her appreciation again. But once his body pressed into her beaten rump flesh, the pain flared back up and Hope squealed in pain. Luckily, he did not stay that way, quickly beginning a rocking motion to fuck her hungry twat, and in response it gripped his cock like a vice.

"That's right babe, your ass hurts but your pussy is loving this. Now say it!"

"My pussy is loving this Sir, thank you Sir," she replied, as if in a trance. Hope was now under the thrall of three powerful sensations. Her ass was burning, her cunt was flooding, and her clit was buzzing like a swarm of bees beneath the weight of both of their bodies. It was a prescription for her third orgasm, and when it came over her, Hope lost all grip on reality. She spiraled into an orgasmic dream world, the sensations consuming her body were just too much for her conscious mind to grasp.

Chad was enjoying the way her body trembled and shuddered, but was just as impressed when Hope went limp. Her struggles suddenly stopped and her body merely twitched a little, as he withdrew his shaft from her still clutching sex. He had not ejaculated, but since she was out of it and not going anywhere, Chad knew it was a good time to get something out of the way. He moved off the bed and stooped over her head, gently pulling the shirt over it and onto her arms. She was out cold with her eyes closed and her breathing starting to slow from her ebbing excitement. He tucked the shirt between her arms and her head, leaving it turned to the side so she could breathe easily and her face was visible.

He went to the kitchen to grab his phone and the copy of the newspaper he bought just before picking her up earlier. He returned to Hope, who was now snoring, which was perfect. He folded the paper until you could just see its title banner and the date below it, which he placed on the bed right next to Hope's face. Using his phone, he recorded a short video of her, long enough to show the date and hear the girl snoring gently. He made it a close up shot, not revealing she was actually bound to the bed, it was just the sight of a peacefully slumbering girl.

Once Chad had enough, recording about thirty seconds to keep the file small, he collected the newspaper, left Hope alone, and stepped outside to have a cigarette. Once he lit it, he attached his video of Hope to a text message and sent it off with the message: Will this do? As he waited for a response, Chad took several long drags on his smoke. This had turned into a choice assignment, made so much easier now that he knew that Hope could be so easily maneuvered. He hoped he would get the green light, so that he could proceed to the next part of the plan, the fun part for Chad.

Just as he was finishing his smoke, the phone chimed and he looked at it: Perfect! Prepare her for shipment. After replying that he would have her ready by morning, Chad stomped out his smoke and walked over to his car. He opened the trunk and removed a large wheeled container about the size of a footlocker, but more modern looking. He rolled it into the cottage and left it in the kitchen. He had plenty of time though, so he wanted to finish what he started before she passed out on him.

Chad had left the vibrator wedged under her sex, but had shut it off, until now. He crawled between her splayed thighs, turned it on high, and waited. Hope was exhausted from the sensory overload she just went through, but the powerful vibrator pressed against her overly stimulated clit was too much for her body to ignore. After just a few minutes Hope began to grind her pelvis into the bed and moan softly, which was the cue Chad was waiting for, her return to reality.

He wasted no time slipping his shaft into her snatch again, and it was just as wet and animated as the last time. Chad loved the way her tight pussy clutched at his cock, but also how slick and easy it was to penetrate it. She groaned when he draped his body over hers again, as it inflamed her sore rump, but once he began slowly fucking her hungry little sex hole she began to respond differently. Chad knew this could be his last shag with Hope, so he took it slow and easy.

That was for him anyway, but Hope experienced several stronger orgasms with his relentless man shaft slowly plowing away within her newly awakened pussy. Being only eighteen, inexperienced, and with her hormones raging, Chad had sent her on an erotic joy ride that now seemed like an endless journey that might never end, but it did. Somewhere around her sixth or seventh orgasm her mind gave out again, and the world went black again.

When he sensed that Hope was thoroughly worn out and barely conscious, Chad finally had a very satisfying orgasm. Having screwed her senseless twice in one night he felt empowered, and was ready to get to work getting Hope ready for the next leg of her trip. He was pretty sure that she would both hate and cling to what happened here in the coming days, as her immediate future would be anything but pleasant. He knew it was not his choice, he was just following orders, even though he was enjoying this immensely. Though they told him they might need more of his services once his part here was complete, this was all that was guaranteed. With that in mind Chad set about to packaging Hope for the next stage of her journey.