Bared by the Billionaire (16 page)

“Lie down on the table with your ass right here on the edge.”

Kyra stood up and turned around. She lay back on the huge conference table, her legs dangling, grateful for the cool of the wood against her aching bottom. Harmon grabbed her ankles and draped her legs over his shoulders, then knelt between them.

“Sit up a little. I want you to watch. From now on, when you’re at a meeting in this room, you’re going to picture yourself on this table, having your pussy eaten until you come in my mouth.” He reached over and pressed a button on the panel at the head of the table, then leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “I just turned on the intercom between this room and Jessica’s desk out in the reception area. Any sound you make will be easily heard by anyone in the lobby or the halls nearby. You have a choice. You can be quiet, no matter what I do to you, or you can moan and scream like you usually do and everyone will know what’s happening in here.”

She could feel her pussy getting wet as he spoke. This was a new torment. Not exactly exhibitionism, but a different kind of shameful embarrassment, one she could forgo if she remained silent. Harmon bent his head and his lips fastened on her clit, sucking and licking until it was a hard, throbbing bud. Kyra shuddered. She fought to breathe evenly, knowing that even a loud gasp would be heard and possibly questioned later.

He looked up at her with a wicked grin, and she knew instantly that he was going to ramp up the action. He grabbed her bottom with both hands and scooted her closer to the edge of the table. Then he ran his tongue slowly all the way down, rimming her ass. He stood up with her legs still over his shoulders, raising her bottom high into the air. Dipping a finger into the slick juices of her pussy, he teased her, staring into her eyes the whole time. Then he unzipped his pants, pulled out a raging hard-on, and rammed it up inside her with one powerful lunge.

Kyra clamped her jaws together to keep from letting out a scream. Harmon began fucking her, slow and steady, building the arousal for both of them. Kyra clenched her hands around the edge of the table and pulled herself forward, meeting his thrusts and still not making a sound.

But when his finger slipped up inside her ass, Kyra let out an involuntary cry. Jessica’s voice filled the room.

“Jake? Miss Thornton? Is everything all right?”

Jake raised his eyebrows at her and Kyra realized he had no intention of answering. She stammered a response. He pumped his hips, driving his cock hard, all the while thrusting his finger deeper into her ass.

“I… I’m fine, Jessica. Just a… uuh… a paper cut.”

“Can I get you anything?”

Jake cut in then. “Thanks, but she’s got everything she needs.”

Kyra tried to glare at him, but it was impossible to be angry while he rocked her body with savage sensations. She squeezed her muscles hard around his cock, wanting to hear him cry out too. But his eyes narrowed, dark with lust, and he worked a second finger into her tight hole as he ground his cock deep inside her.

She exploded, powerful waves carrying her to that place that only he had ever taken her. That’s when she felt him let go, pulsing inside her. When he finally slumped over her body, his brow damp with a sheen of sweat, it was Kyra’s turn to smile.

* * *

Thanks to his machines, when they had sessions in the lab Harmon knew just what kind of fantasies to project on the headgear now to get her hot. He’d make her watch a brand new scene every time, always created with her most wicked desires in mind. Sometimes he tied her down before he spanked her bottom. He had a whole array of devices he’d use too, including a mechanical dildo that measured her vaginal contractions along the way. Then it varied the speed and intensity of its thrusts and vibrations to maximize her arousal, pleasuring her until she screamed with pure ecstasy.

She’d gotten one more punishment spanking though, when he found out she’d made herself come while he was away for a few days on a business trip. That night he hadn’t used any headgear or fancy devices. He paddled her with a hairbrush, over his knee, on her own bed.

She’d missed him and she’d been happy to see him when he’d knocked at her door that evening shortly after she came upstairs from DreamQuest headquarters. He was carrying a small package, a pair of black pearl earrings he’d taken the time to pick out for her while he was away. Surprised at the thoughtful gesture, Kyra thanked him, put them on, and then went to look at herself in the mirror. He followed her into her bedroom, the first time he’d ever been in there with her.

“They’re beautiful. Thank you,” she said.

“They reminded me of the first time I ever saw you. Simple, elegant—and beautiful.”

Kyra was touched. Without thinking, she turned to kiss him. But he was staring at her nightstand, expressionless. She followed his gaze and flushed with embarrassment. She’d been thinking about him last night, about their last session in the lab, and had gotten so aroused that she’d dug out a cock-shaped vibrator she’d brought with her and masturbated. Knowing Carmen only came into her suite twice a week to clean when Harmon was away, she’d dashed out the door this morning and left the vibrator lying on her nightstand.

“Kyra.” Harmon’s voice held that stern note that set off butterflies in her stomach. “Do you remember the rules I set out on your first day here?”

“Yes, sir,” she answered, head lowered.

“What were they?”

“I am to call you sir or master when you summon me for a session. I am not allowed to speak unless asked a question or given permission to do so. I am to keep my eyes lowered at all times and not look directly at you—unless you command me otherwise.”

“Are those my only rules?”

Kyra wished desperately that she didn’t have to answer, but she knew by now if she didn’t the consequences would only be worse. “No… sir,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “There is one more rule.”

“What is it?”

“I am not allowed to touch myself without your permission while I am under your roof.”

He walked over and picked up the vibrator. “Did you use this while I was away?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I don’t recall you asking me if you could.”

“No, sir. I didn’t.”

He stood by the bed, absently turning the vibrator over and over in his hands. “Take off your clothes.”

She couldn’t read his expression. Was he going to use the vibrator on her? Was he going to punish her? Hesitantly, she stripped off the sleeveless silk dress she’d worn to the office that day. She unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor, slipped out of her heels and slid her pink bikini panties down. Naked, she stood in front of him.

“Lie down on the bed.”

Kyra crawled onto the bed, still not meeting his eyes. She arranged herself on her back, head on the pillows. Harmon handed her the vibrator.

“Show me.”

She held it, uncertain of what to do.

“I said, show me. Show me what you did with that last night.”

Kyra flushed with shame. She’d never played with herself in front of him before. She turned on the vibrator and slid it between her legs.

“Spread your legs.” His voice was hard. “I want to see what you did, how you did it. And I want you to talk. Tell me what you were thinking about.”

Kyra spread her legs apart and Harmon moved closer to the bed. She ran the vibrator across her clit and began. “I was… I was thinking about our last night in the lab, the night before you left. When you put that dildo in my ass and then spanked me and made me come.”

“Stop. Go out to the cabinet in the sitting room. Bring back the butt plug and the hairbrush.”

Kyra slid of the bed and headed for the cabinet he’d opened on her first day. She wasn’t surprised that he knew exactly what was in it, even though as far as she was aware, he hadn’t seen the inside of it for several months. The man had a mind like a steel trap. She picked up the plug and the flat wooden brush, her hands shaking. He’d never used a hairbrush on her, but she’d felt the wicked sting of the long wooden paddle. This was much smaller. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

When she came back into the bedroom, Harmon was still in the same position by the side of the bed, but he’d taken off his linen jacket and shirt and was clad only in his usual jeans. She stood there for a moment, taking him in—the broad shoulders narrowing into a slim waist and tight ass, the powerful delts and biceps he’d built up in his workouts with Marcus. His body turned her on as much as his domination.

She came closer to hand him the implements. He took the hairbrush, leaving the butt plug in her hand. She glanced up at him, confused.

His eyes were cold. “Get back on the bed. Raise your knees and spread your legs wide. I want to watch you slide that plug up your ass.”

“No!” She uttered the word without thinking, then clapped a hand over her mouth.

Harmon didn’t hesitate. He sank down on the bed, grabbed her and pulled her over his lap in one swift motion. Before she could draw a breath, the hairbrush cracked down on her bare bottom, half a dozen sharp swats, all in the same place.

“Aaaah!” There was no question in her mind now. The hairbrush hurt like hell. Even worse than the long paddle. Maybe because the force of each whack was concentrated on a much smaller spot.

He let her go just as quickly. “Do as you’re told. On your back, with your knees up, spread wide.”

Stunned at the vicious heat blistering her bottom, Kyra crawled back to the center of the bed. As she raised her knees to her chest, she lowered her head, grateful that he wouldn’t see the shame in her eyes.

But he knew her too well by now, knew just what buttons to push for maximum effect.

“Look at me, Kyra. I want you to look me in the eyes while I watch. You’re going to show me everything you did while you fantasized last night. After all, I am your master. I was out of town yesterday, hard at work, and I missed all the fun. You wouldn’t want to deny me seeing how you chose to pleasure your body while I was gone, would you?”

Guilt washed over her. He’d always made her come during their sessions, usually bringing her to orgasm multiple times before allowing himself release. And she hadn’t even been able to follow one simple rule. She’d have been too ashamed to admit to him while he was away that she wanted to masturbate, too overcome with embarrassment to even consider mentioning it. Until now, she thought she was ready to accept whatever punishment he would dole out. But she never expected this—being told to act so shamelessly while he stood there and watched. She’d rather be spanked and spanked hard than be made to slide that plug up her own ass in front of him.

“Please… don’t.”

“Don’t what? Don’t expect you to follow the rules if they don’t suit you? Don’t assume that you’ll still be submissive to me if I’m not right in front of you? You do not get to pick and choose when you’ll be my sub and when you won’t. Now do as you’re told without another word—or we’re through.”

His voice was so hard. Kyra cringed. She did want to please him. And she didn’t want to leave. He was right. Being his sub didn’t give her the option of only following the rules when she wanted to, only obeying the commands she
liked
.

Hesitantly, she spoke. “Please, sir, may I have permission to get the lube from the cabinet?”

She saw him hesitate, wanting to say no. But after waiting a moment, he gave a single nod of his head. Kyra rolled over and got out of bed, hurrying into the sitting room to get a tube of anal lubrication she’d seen in the cabinet there. When she came back, Harmon had moved to the foot of the bed and piled several pillows in the center.

“Lie here, face up, and put your hips on the pillows so your ass is nice and high.”

Awkwardly, she did as she was told.

“Now spread your legs and raise your knees to your chest like you did before. And start over—showing me everything you did while you tell me all about it. How it felt, what you were thinking. And you’d better do a good job.”

His last words flipped a switch in her head. Suddenly she wanted nothing more than to obey his every command, to be a slut who would do such shameless things just to please him. Kyra started to describe the scene she’d been thinking about.

“I couldn’t sleep. I was tossing and turning. My mind kept going back to our last session in the lab, the night before you left. I ran my hand down between my legs and that felt so good, I decided to get out my vibrator. I turned it on.”

The vibrator buzzed to life in her hand and she went on. “I spread my legs apart and put it right on my clit. Like you do sometimes. Like this.”

She ran it lightly back and forth and shivered as her tiny nub hardened. “Then I spread myself apart with the fingers of one hand… like this… so I could get it right up against me. I was getting hotter and I started thinking about how you fucked my ass with that dildo.”

She squeezed her thighs together, holding the vibrator in place on her clit, and reached for the butt plug. Opening the tube of lubricant, she put some in the palm of her hand, working it up and down to coat the plug. This one was soft silicone, longer and thinner, warmer to the touch than the metal one Harmon had used on her in the past.

She spread her legs apart again, and held the vibrator in place with one hand while running the tip of the plug around the rim of her ass.

“You did this,” she said, slowly sliding the tip into her tight bottom hole. “You pulled it back out and put it in me again, over and over, each time sticking it in a little further.” Her hands followed her words and soon she was panting heavily. “All the while… you had one of your special pads fastened over my clit. It was pulsing… getting me so hot I started raising my ass… like this… to take in more of that dildo.”

Her voice was ragged, the words coming in little bursts. She saw Harmon take off his pants, saw him stroking himself as he watched and listened. She slid the plug in a little further and gasped when the widest part of it entered her.

“Oooh… it’s all the way up in my ass now, just like it was that night.” Her hand moved. “I can feel my bottom tightening around the part where it narrows down again, holding it in place inside me. The vibrations on my clit are getting stronger. The rhythm has changed now. Two short pulses, then a long hard one. You’re fucking my ass with the dildo, timing the thrusts with the beat.”