Her Millionaire Master (13 page)

They followed the host to a table in the middle of the restaurant.

“Thank you,” said Kane, pulling the chair out for Bella so she could sit. As the host left, Kane leaned forward. “I apologize for not being able to get a more… private table. I called on rather short notice, and I’m surprised they could fit us in at all.”

“No, this is perfect, Kane. Seriously. I’m really excited.”

“You look so lovely, Bella.”

“You too. I mean handsome,” she said with a blush. “You look handsome, Kane.”

A server came and Kane ordered a bottle of wine. Before it arrived, a smartly dressed man and woman stopped by their table to briefly say hello to Kane. “Business associates,” he casually explained. “I know a lot of people who dine here.”

The wine was delicious, white and cold and crisp, and Bella sipped it, taking in the fancy but busy ambiance. She could almost pretend she and Kane were
together
together, out on a date like some of the other couples she saw.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” said Kane suddenly, gesturing at the server who was walking past. “I had a package delivered here earlier for Ms. James. Could you bring it, please?”

“What is it?” asked Bella.

Kane shrugged. “You do remember, don’t you, that I don’t like to give away surprises?”

She nodded, once again trying to stop the excitement she felt. Why was he spoiling her so much tonight? She felt giddy, and when the server returned, handing her a small gift bag, she couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face.

“Should I open it?” she asked Kane as soon as the server had left.

“Yes. But it’s, well, personal. Perhaps you should be alone when you do. The ladies’ room.” His voice was low and commanding as he said it.

“OK.” Bella felt confused. What was it? More underwear? Some sort of sex toy? “Should I go now?”

“You should. I expect you back in no less than ten minutes,” he said sternly, looking at his watch. “Or there will be consequences.”

“Oh. Yes.” The dominant Kane was back suddenly, and Bella felt confused. What was going on?

Quickly, she headed to the women’s bathroom. It was large, with a sitting room when she first walked in, well-appointed with gold and burgundy couches and pretty paintings of landscapes on the wall. But she didn’t take the time to look any further. She headed into one of the two stalls to open the gift bag.

Her stomach clenched when she reached in and pulled out a butt plug. It was a soft rubbery material, with a base to keep it in place. It was about four inches long and maybe three quarters of an inch at its widest. Next she found a small tube of lubricant. And a note from Kane.

Bella, part of your punishment this evening is to insert this plug and join me again in the restaurant. You will wear it while we dine. You must return with it in place within ten minutes. Kane.

Oh, god
. There was no way. She couldn’t insert this by herself, and even if she did, wearing it throughout dinner would be so humiliating! Worse was the realization that this—the restaurant and the fancy clothes—hadn’t meant anything
more
like she’d thought it might. All it meant was he was setting her up for an embarrassing public punishment. She’d been a fool.

Still, though, she knew she had to obey Kane. This was, after all, one of their sessions, apparently. This was part of her punishment. And, even though it was awkward and humiliating, once again she found herself growing wet between her legs. She held the plug and lube in her hand, and hung the gift bag up on the hook in the stall. Could she do this?

With her other hand she reached up under her dress and pulled her brand new panties down. She squeezed some of the lube onto her fingertip and rubbed it around her tight hole. She was about to start trying to insert the plug when a group of women entered the bathroom, their voices loud and half-drunk.

“I have to pee so bad!” one of them said. The door of the stall next to her banged shut, and someone knocked on the door of her stall.

“Um, just a minute!” she said.

Oh, my god
. Here she was, in the bathroom stall of a fancy restaurant, about to do something completely embarrassing, and there were a group of people waiting to use the restroom. There was no way she could hang out here until they left, because then she wouldn’t make it back in time.
There will be consequences
, Kane had said. What they were, she did not want to find out.

As the women laughed and talked, Bella rested the plug against her hole, then pushed gently. Only the tip entered, and she knew in that instant this would be more unpleasant than she’d hoped. She was quickly running out of time, so she took a deep breath, then pushed, trying to keep her breathing even as her tight entrance stretched to accommodate the plug.

It hurt as it stretched her, but she managed to work it in, keeping as quiet as she could so the women outside the stall wouldn’t hear her moan of discomfort. She kept pushing until the plug sank deep inside her. How much time was left? She wasn’t sure, but she didn’t want to be late. Pulling her panties back up, she put the small tube of lube back into the bag, then left the stall.

“Finally!” one of the women exclaimed, giving Bella a relieved and slightly apologetic smile.
If she only knew
, thought Bella, heading to the garbage and throwing the bag into it. Walking felt funny, each step reminding her that something was inside her, but she tried to look normal so nobody would notice. She washed her hands at the sink, dried them, then headed out into the restaurant.

All around her people were talking and laughing, completely unaware that she was walking with minced steps back to her table in the center of the room—so that’s why Kane had had them sit there!—almost crippled from embarrassment.

“Bella,” he said when he saw her approach. “Please.” He got up, pulling out her chair.

She didn’t want to sit down. It would only push the plug farther inside her. She was sure of it. Gingerly, she lowered herself until she was sitting, adjusting her butt to get as comfortable as possible.

“You were gone quite a while,” said Kane, glancing at his Rolex.

“Not
too
long, I hope,” said Bella, her eyes opening wide.

“No. Not too long. You made it in time. I assume everything is… in place?”

“Yes,” she responded, a blush creeping into her cheeks.

“It’s quite stimulating,” growled Kane, leaning close so he could speak quietly, “to know that you followed my instructions exactly. And that you took part in your punishment tonight. How do you feel, Bella?”

How should she answer? “Embarrassed,” she finally whispered. She couldn’t believe they were talking about this in the middle of a restaurant. Hell, she couldn’t believe she was sitting here with a plug in her bottom because Kane had told her to. And she couldn’t believe that her panties were wet. Again. Because of Kane punishing her. She gulped her wine.

When the waiter arrived once more, Bella felt even more embarrassed. Not that he knew what was going on, but still. He poured some more wine for them, and assured them their food would be ready soon.

“Food?” asked Bella. “But I didn’t order anything.”

“I took the liberty of ordering for you.” Kane’s eyes were dark as they gazed at her. “I hope you don’t mind.”

Normally she would mind. In fact, she’d probably be downright pissed if a guy decided to choose what she was going to eat. But with Kane, she wasn’t. It was weird, but she had a strange and completely irrational trust in him, that he would order something she’d like. If she’d enjoyed all the ways he’d punished her so far, surely she’d enjoy the food he selected.

She was right. The food
was
delicious. She was surprised that she was actually able to eat, able to focus enough on something other than the plug. Her body grew more and more accustomed to it, though every time she shifted in her seat, she felt it there, solid and filling. Still, she was able to enjoy the food and wine.

After dinner, they left the restaurant. Kane’s car was waiting, and they got into the backseat, but Kane left the window between the driver and the backseat open.

“Thank you, Bernie,” he said to the driver.

“Always a pleasure, Mr. Calhoun.” Bernie pulled out into traffic, and they began to drive to Kane’s house. “Did you enjoy your dinner, sir?”

“Yes. It was quite
filling
,” said Kane.

Bella felt his hand slide up her thigh, gently pushing her legs apart. His hand continued its journey until he was able to press the base of the plug, hard, pushing it farther into Bella’s ass.

She bit back the groan that tried to escape. She didn’t want Bernie to hear. How humiliating that would be!

“And you, Ms. James?” asked Bernie.

“It was delicious.” Bella forced her voice to remain steady, as Kane’s fingers traveled forward, lingering over her wet panties, then slowly touching her clit through the damp fabric.

“Tell him about the steak,” said Kane, continuing to gently massage Bella’s most sensitive spot.

She could barely speak. “It was, um, so good. Perfect.” Her breath came out quickly as her passion increased. It was so hot, the way he touched her exactly the right way. But also the fact that he was doing it now, during a conversation in which he was forcing her to participate.

It was too much. The sensation of the plug in her bottom and Kane touching her clit was going to put her over the edge. She squeezed her legs shut, forcing Kane’s hand to quiet its movements. Kane clicked his tongue in chastisement, but removed his hand from between her legs.

“You will regret that,” he whispered as they pulled up in front of his house. “Thank you, Bernie. You have the rest of the night off. And reservations at Symphonia for you and your wife. Dinner on me, of course.”

“Thank you,” said Bernie, smiling broadly at them.

“Shall we?” As they exited the car, Kane took Bella’s arm and they walked to his front door.

Bella could feel her stomach swirl, her heart pound harder. It was time for her real punishment now, she knew. The plug at the restaurant had only been the beginning. Like an appetizer, she thought.

As soon as they were inside, Kane closed and locked the front door and turned to Bella. “Go to my office, Bella,” he instructed her. “Take off your clothes. Sit in the armchair with your legs spread over the arms. Do not remove the plug. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” whispered Bella.

“Now.”

She hurried to the office. What was he going to do to her? She was filled with both apprehension and desire, but her hands were shaking as she removed the dress, folding it and putting it on top of the clothes she’d arrived wearing. She slipped off the shoes, putting them next to the boxes of brand new shoes near the clothes rack. Slowly, she pulled the underwear down and stepped out of them, placing the black lacy material on top of the other clothes.

Then, trembling, she sat on the armchair. Slowly, she spread her legs, lifting them over the arms of the chair. The position forced her to lie back a little, so her bottom was sticking out. She was completely exposed. Anyone walking in the door would see her pussy, and also the base of the plug sticking out of her.

It seemed like a long time before Kane returned. Was he waiting on purpose to make the apprehension build? Probably, she thought, but when he came in, part of her wished he’d stayed away longer. His eyes were blazing as he looked at her, naked and waiting for him in the chair. He’d removed his suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, like he was ready to get to work. And she knew
she
was the project.

“Ah, Bella,” he said in a low voice. “You follow instructions so well.” He strode across the floor to her, then knelt down in front of her. His hand reached out between her legs, and she felt him pushing the plug farther in again.

She groaned, both in discomfort and pleasure. Gripping the base, he pulled the plug halfway out, stopping so its widest point stretched her delicate entrance, then plunged it back in.

“Oh, god!” she cried out.

He did it again, and again she moaned out loud.

“Does that hurt?” he asked.

“Yes! And no!”

“Interesting,” he said idly, as he pulled it out and shoved it in once more. “To find something painful and not at the same time.” Then, abruptly, he stood, leaving Bella panting in the chair. “I wasn’t happy with what happened in the car on the ride home from the restaurant, you know.” He walked to the drawers and opened on, obviously looking for something.
To punish her with
, she thought with a shiver.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“You will be. I have an extra punishment planned for that. In addition to your regularly scheduled one, that is. I think,” he said, walking back over to her, “we’ll begin with the extra one. How does that sound, Bella?”

“Fine,” she murmured, but what wasn’t fine was what he was holding in his hand. It was a leather strap, about the length and width of a ruler.

He approached her on the right side, standing next to the chair, and he reached down between her legs to slide the leather strap against her wet pussy. “Since it’s your pussy you prevented me from touching, it’s your pussy I’m going to punish,” he said in a low voice, leaning down so she could feel the warmth of his breath against her cheek.

“No,” she moaned.

“Yes,” he answered. “Keep your legs spread open, Bella, and your hands away. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she managed to say, her breath coming in short gasps. He was going to spank her between the legs? Oh, god! It was embarrassing. And it was going to hurt.

“Your skin,” he said, tapping the strap gently against her wet flesh, “is very delicate here. I will not injure you. But it will hurt. It is, after all, a punishment.”

Bella’s entire body quivered as she waited him to begin.

“I’m going to begin now,” he finally said. “I think fifteen is a fair number, don’t you think?”

No
! she wanted to scream. But she knew that would result in additional punishments from him. “It’s fair,” she muttered.

“I’m glad you agree. Let’s begin.”

Once more he tapped the strap against her pussy and she could actually hear the sound of the wetness there being met with the leather. Then he hesitated and brought the strap down right between her legs.