Bared by the Billionaire (11 page)

His voice rang out, startling her. “Open your eyes, Kyra. I want you to watch everything that is done to you, just like we are doing.” She heard a loud beep from one of the machines. Harmon came over to the table and casually ran his hand over her body. “It seems forced exhibitionism is a strong trigger for her,” he remarked conversationally to Natalie, as though Kyra couldn’t hear him.

“Yes, I noticed,” Natalie said. “It’s time to prep her for waxing now.” Kyra felt a warm slick substance being spread all over her lower body, from her belly to the lips of her pussy. Natalie’s gloved hand was touching her everywhere. Despite the woman’s clinical manner, Kyra felt a flutter of arousal. One of the monitors made a new sound, a low hum.

“Looks like I’ll have to put medical play on the agenda soon,” Harmon said. “Tell me, Kyra, would it turn you on to have a full physical exam by Doctor Jake, with Nurse Natalie assisting? Palpitating your breasts, checking the muscle tone in your vagina, maybe even making you get on the table on your hands and knees so we can take your temperature rectally?” The machine hummed again, a higher pitch this time.

“N… no, sir,” Kyra responded, her voice trembling.

Harmon frowned at her. “Now, Kyra. As you can hear, the monitors show when you’re lying to me. You’ll be punished for that—later.”

Kyra felt a hot flush of arousal at his casual remark, remembering her first punishment and how it had ended with her pussy tormented and teased until she was frantic with desire.

“I’m using a special oil, a blend I developed. It has a mild numbing effect, but it only lasts for an hour or so. She’ll feel some discomfort from the procedure but there won’t be any lasting pain, despite all the work I have to do.” Natalie was speaking to Harmon again as though Kyra couldn’t hear her.

Even with her head raised on the pillow, Kyra couldn’t see what was being done but she felt Natalie’s hands touching her again. She heard a noise like another Velcro strap being pulled apart at the same time that she felt the sharp tug, and gasped as the first strip of wax was removed. Natalie worked steadily. Kyra thought she’d die of embarrassment with Harmon watching everything so closely. She bit off a cry of protest when Natalie asked him to help.

“Normally I’d have her hold the area taut as I get close to the lips of her vagina. But since her arms are strapped down, you can do it instead.”

Even with the numbing effect of the oil, Kyra felt Harmon’s fingers on her most intimate parts. His touch was deliberately sensual, taking advantage of the opportunity to rub tiny circles around her clit with his thumb as his fingers spread her apart. Natalie didn’t notice. Or at least she pretended she didn’t. But she couldn’t miss hearing the machine humming again, the vibration rising even higher.

Harmon stared right into her eyes the entire time, not even allowing her the dignity of hiding behind lowered lashes. Kyra thought her humiliation couldn’t get any worse, but she soon discovered she was wrong.

“I need to move lower, to get that area between her vagina and her anus,” Natalie announced. “Help me strap her into the stirrups.”

One leg at a time, Natalie loosened the cuffs around Kyra’s lower legs. Harmon raised her bare feet, sliding them into the cold metal stirrups, securing straps around her ankles and thighs. Then Natalie pushed Kyra’s knees to her chest and spread them even further apart. Her entire lower body was held up and open like a baby being diapered.

Once again Harmon’s hands were everywhere, touching her, stroking her, even running a finger around the rim of her tight bottom hole, while Natalie kept applying and stripping off the wax. Afterwards she wiped Kyra all over with a cool cloth, doing a thorough job of cleansing her most intimate parts. When she finally stepped back and pulled off her gloves, Kyra breathed a sigh of relief that her embarrassment was over.

“Thank you, Natalie. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Harmon said. He waited until she left through the same door on one side of the lab. Then, instead of releasing Kyra from the restraints, he stepped into the opening in the table where Natalie had been. He reached down. His hands ran lightly over her lower belly, then further down, stroking her inner thighs, sliding along the soft folds of her pussy to dip into her hot, wet center. He stared into her eyes and slid his hand further, running his fingers around her tight bottom hole. Kyra realized she was totally at his mercy, with her legs strapped to the table and her most private parts fully exposed under the bright lights of the lab. He could do whatever he wanted to her and she was helpless to resist.

As if reading her thoughts, Harmon bent his head to lick slowly from her clit to her ass.

Kyra shivered. Hot. His tongue was so hot on her bare skin after the cool cloth. The numbness had worn off. The whole area stung a little, but any discomfort paled next to the powerful sensations his mouth was awakening. Her breathing quickened.

Harmon walked away and she let out a tiny moan. “Don’t worry, we’re just beginning,” he said, not even bothering to turn his head. He moved out of her line of sight and she heard him opening cabinets and drawers in the storage area across the room.

When he came back, he was pushing another rolling metal cart. Her arousal dimmed, replaced by anxiety when he coated two small wired pads with a clear gel and fitted them over her nipples. Suddenly, he’d switched from powerful dom to mad scientist. She struggled against the restraints, but her body was pinned to the table. The man was a whacko and she was locked in here with him all alone. What kind of fiendish torment did he have planned?

He moved away again, this time coming back with another cart that held several large screens. Harmon positioned them to one side and got back between her legs to check his view. Then he slipped on a headband of his own. The pads on her nipples started to tingle, then vibrate. She gasped and bucked on the table. Harmon glanced at the screens and smiled. The vibrations ramped up. Now the pads were pulsing. The sensation traveled through her belly and down into her pussy, taking her right back to a state of frantic need.

She never saw him touch any dial or button, but the pulsing gradually died away. He reached for something on the table and Kyra’s eyes widened when he held it up for her to see. It was a large dildo, long and thick like his cock, realistic in every detail. She wondered if he had used his own penis as the model.

He got back between her legs and began teasing her with it, running it around the lips of her pussy, slipping it in just a little. The pads on her nipples started tingling again.

Her body responded instinctively. She dug her heels into the stirrups and thrust her hips up, trying to draw the dildo in further. The pads began pulsing, stronger this time. She gasped and writhed on the table. Harmon slid the silicone cock in, ever so slowly, stretching her, filling her. All the while he tracked her reactions, alternating between looking at the monitors and watching the expression on her face.

She couldn’t see, but it felt as though the full length of it was buried in her pussy. Then he bent his head, and his tongue flicked across her clit. She cried out, a fierce raw sound, and he drew the dildo out, then rammed it deep inside her again.

Kyra was helpless. Her arms tied up, her legs spread wide, bent at the knees so she was completely open to him. She couldn’t even whip her head from side to side. She felt a scandalous surge of passion flow through her. Suddenly, she loved this feeling. He could do whatever he wanted to her and she was powerless to resist. The knowledge of his complete control, his mastery over her, ignited a savage craving deep inside.

She tightened her muscles around the hard length of the toy inside her and it began vibrating and pulsing too. She started to shake all over. He licked her again, then spread her apart with his fingers and sucked on the hard nub of her clit. Kyra screamed, the sound echoing off the walls in the sterile lab.

Harmon stopped, ripped off his clothes, and got back between her legs. He pulled the dildo out and Kyra moaned, suddenly empty. He grabbed her, digging his fingers into her thighs just below the straps that held her legs in place. She could see his cock, already rigid.

“Yes,” she cried out, forgetting all about the rules. “Yes, yes… I want you
now
… Fuck me now, please, now…”

Harmon made a rough noise then, ramming his full length inside her with one powerful lunge. She nearly sobbed, the need so agonizing, the relief so keen. His hunger seemed equally as intense. He pounded himself into her, grinding against her throbbing clit with every stroke.

The sensation of being fucked with her pussy bared and slick added an extra thrill. She could feel him everywhere. His skin against hers, the heat of his body.

“Squeeze. Now, Kyra. Squeeze my cock like you squeezed that dildo.”

She clenched her muscles around him, trying to hold him inside as he stroked. He thrust himself deeper and she felt the pulsing again, this time from his cock, ready to come. It was enough to send her over the top. She came, ferocious waves sweeping over her, and then came again when she felt him explode inside her.

Chapter Nine

Kyra stared out the window in her office at the bustling streets of the city far below. She couldn’t believe she’d been there for a week already. During the day, she worked at DreamQuest Designs, reviewing documents for Harmon, occasionally meeting with him in his office. Either Slade or Sam was always in attendance, Slade taking notes and Sam pretending to. Kyra wondered why they bothered, since Harmon’s computer recorded every minute of the meetings and could play anything back on the 3D holographic screen.

But the nights—the nights were a different story. She felt a stab of arousal just thinking about them. The day after her waxing, she’d been working at her desk late in the morning when her private phone buzzed, the one that only received messages from Harmon. She’d looked down at the text.

Come to the lab at 7 p.m. You will be punished for lying to me last night.

Kyra had felt a shiver of dread mixed with arousal. The man was a fiend, sending her a message like this and then making her wait hours and hours to find out what he had in store for her. Her mind wandered, imagining all sorts of wild and wicked scenes. Somehow, she managed to hold it together, avoiding contact with everyone else for most of the day before slipping away to her suite in the penthouse.

To her surprise, there was no new outfit waiting for her, no note with instructions on how to prepare for the night. Kyra found a tray with several covered dishes on the glass table near the window in the sitting room. Sliced fruit, a croissant lying next to a scoop of chicken salad, a pitcher of ice water with bright slices of lemon floating in it. Whatever he had planned, he apparently wanted her to eat light. That was no problem. Kyra was so nervous she could barely choke down a glass of water.

She didn’t have any idea what to wear, so after taking a shower and redoing her hair and her makeup, she headed for the lab in the same suit she’d had on in the office. Cream-colored summer weight wool blend, with a turquoise blue sleeveless blouse. Underneath she wore a modest pair of satin panties and a matching white bra. Even though she was inside all day, Kyra never wore stockings in the crippling heat of the Florida summers. Her legs were bare above the high-heeled beige pumps—once again her own, not one of the slutty pairs provided for her in the closet.

She knocked on the lab door. To her surprise, Natalie answered. She was dressed in a white nurse’s uniform, complete with an old-fashioned starched cap.

“Come in,” she said. “Doctor Harmon wants you to have a complete physical exam, to make sure you have no health problems that would conflict with the performance of all the clauses in your contract.”

She led Kyra to a straight-backed chair next to the medical table in the corner of the lab.

“I need to check your blood pressure. Take off your jacket.”

Kyra looked around nervously. Jake was nowhere in sight. Natalie stood in front of her, unrolling a standard blood pressure cuff. Kyra shrugged off her jacket and sat down, hanging it over the back of the chair. Natalie took her blood pressure, checked her pulse, and then picked up a clipboard and asked a series of questions about her health history. She even pulled out a needle and drew a small sample of blood. It was all very routine and Kyra started to relax a little. So far, there’d been no mention of punishment, no hint of any wild sexual scenario awaiting her.

“Please undress completely and put on this gown,” Natalie said, reaching into a drawer in one of the cupboards on the wall nearby. “Then climb up on the table. Doctor Harmon will be with you shortly.”

She disappeared through the same door she’d used yesterday, her crepe-soled shoes making no sound on the tile floor. Kyra looked around. The lab was silent, empty. She picked up the gown. Thin cotton fabric, it wrapped around her like a robe, with one small set of ties to secure it at her waist. It was short, barely covering her backside, and cut small so that it gaped a little in the front. Kyra folded her clothes on the chair and slipped into the robe, one hand holding it together across her chest as she sat down at the edge of the table.

The door opened again and Jake came in, dressed in a traditional white doctor’s coat over his usual uniform of jeans and t-shirt, this one charcoal grey. He was wearing the same headgear he’d used last night, dangling another headpiece in one hand. Natalie followed him, pushing a cart covered with a white cloth.

“Miss Thornton. I’m going to outfit you with this headpiece before we begin your exam. Once again, it will monitor your brain waves, allowing me to know exactly what you are thinking and feeling at every stage of the examination.” As he spoke he was strapping the headband across her forehead, securing it tight against the back of her head.

“We will begin with a breast exam. Please untie your robe.”

Kyra swallowed and lowered her eyes, letting the robe fall open. Natalie came forward and started to palpate her breasts as Harmon watched. When the woman’s fingers began pinching her nipples, Kyra gasped. Harmon moved closer.