Her Millionaire Master (18 page)

He got up suddenly, returning with two glasses. He set them on the table and poured some of the amber liquid into each, then handed one to Bella.

“To you,” he said. “And your generosity.”

“Well, I didn’t get the bottle. And I ended up costing you more money. Again.” She rolled her eyes.

“Drink.” His voice suddenly took on an edge of command, like it had done when they were in their sessions.

Bella sipped the scotch.

“I have something for you,” said Kane. “Wait here.”

He left once more, then returned with a manila envelope and handed it to her.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Open it.”

She did, pulling out a stack of papers. Quickly she scanned them, realization dawning as her body began to tremble. It was the deed to her grandmother’s house. In her name.

“Kane, what did you… why… I don’t understand.”

“I don’t either,” he said with a wry laugh. “I am not one for grand gestures like this. But I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to buy your grandmother’s house for you, before it was too late.”

“Because I tried to buy the scotch for you?”

“No, Bella. I bought this before I left for Scotland.”

Bella glanced at the date. He was telling the truth. This had nothing to do with her attempt to bid on the Mortlach. She had so many questions, but before she could ask any of them, Kane grabbed her hands and pulled her up.

“I don’t know what happened,” he whispered, staring into her eyes. “I wanted you from the first second I laid eyes on you. And I loved punishing you from the very beginning. But at a certain point my feelings changed, and I’m sorry I didn’t know what to do with that. How to express it. I’m not good with feelings, Bella. I don’t usually know what to do with them. But I know I want to do this.”

Slowly he bent his head toward hers, and with a rush Bella realized what was happening. He was going to kiss her.
Their first kiss
. Which seemed weird considering the fact that so much had already happened between them. Still, it felt brand new the second his lips met hers, brushing over them so softly she could barely feel them. His arms went around her, pulling her body toward him. He kissed her harder, their mouths opening, their tongues finding each other. Bella was breathless, her entire body filled with passion and wonder that this was really, actually happening.

Kane stopped then, pressing his forehead lightly against hers. “Bella,” he whispered. “I think I love you.” He sounded surprised.

“You
think
so?” she said with a laugh.

“Yes. I think so,” he said with a chuckle.

“You’re not sure?” She didn’t want to press him, didn’t want to make him angry.

But Kane didn’t get angry. Instead, he held her face in his hands, staring into her eyes. “I would let you take that brand new bottle of scotch and pour it down the drain if it would make you happy,” he said. “I would let you read the first editions of all my books of poetry, while eating an ice cream cone. I would let you leave your clothes in a heap on the floor if that pleased you, Bella.”

“I guess you really do love me,” she whispered.

“I guess I do.” He brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear, letting his fingertips linger on her neck.

“I love you too, Kane. I have no idea why, but I do.”

“Look, Bella, I’m a difficult person. I can’t promise things will be pretty. Or perfect. Or traditional.”

“I wouldn’t expect any of those things with you.”

“And I will still punish you, Bella. But I will always give you pleasure as well, pleasure like you’ve never felt before in your life.” His words were hoarse, and he whispered them into her ear.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way,” she whispered.

“I promise, Bella, I will never hurt you, at least not in ways you don’t enjoy. I will never lie to you. And I will do everything I can to show you how much I love you, even if the ways I do so are not quite conventional.” He pulled her toward him, putting his arms around her again.

When he hugged her, Bella felt like she was in a dream, like this moment was so perfect it couldn’t possibly be real. But the warmth and safety she felt was more authentic than anything else in her life.

“Now,” he said, “shall we go to my office?” His words sent tingles up and down Bella’s spine, and wetness surged between her legs. She’d missed this. She’d missed
him
.

“Yes, Kane,” she agreed.

They held hands and walked, together, down the hall. But when they got to Kane’s office, he stopped.

“What’s wrong?” asked Bella. Was he having second thoughts? What was going on?

In answer, Kane continued walking past the office door and to the stairs. Bella had never gone up them, had only seen the first floor of his house. They’d never spoken about it, but she’d known since getting caught in his office that being too curious in his home wasn’t acceptable. Now, though, he was leading her up the stairs, past black-and-white framed artsy photos that she was too nervous to really examine.

They continued until they entered a bedroom, which Bella assumed was Kane’s. In the center was a huge bed covered in crisp gray bedding, with gray and black patterned pillows. The wall behind the bed was done in black fabric, with swirled black designs scrolling across it. Bella’s feet sank into the plush silver carpet as she stepped inside the bedroom.

A walk-in closet was open, revealing rows of expensive suits and white dress shirts hanging up, and a warm glow emanated from the lamp on the silver bedside table. The room was modern and elegant yet comfortable. But Bella wasn’t sure what they were doing in his room. It was a huge change from where they usually went.

“Bella,” said Kane, stepping right up to her and taking her face in his hands. “Once you asked me if I ever have
regular sex
. Do you remember that?”

Bella smiled. “I remember. I also remember you didn’t answer me, Kane.”

“Yes, well,” he said, tracing her cheek and then her jaw with his index finger. “I don’t. Have regular sex.”

“Oh. OK.” For some reason Bella’s heart sank a little. She wasn’t sure why, since she enjoyed the sessions she’d had with Kane. Sexually, he more than satisfied her. So why did she feel deflated, even if just a little bit?

“I’ve never
made love
before,” he continued. “I’ve never loved a woman before.”

His lips on hers were so tender it almost took Bella’s breath away. She hadn’t known he could be this gentle. It was a new side of Kane, and she melted against him. Her body began to throb, and she could feel his cock harden, pressing into her stomach as their mouths explored each other.

“Do you know what I want to do to you right now?” growled Kane, pulling her ass toward him abruptly, so his hardness ground into her.

“Um, spank me?” she asked. Wasn’t that what he always wanted to do to her?

Kane laughed out loud, the sound pure and happy. “No, Bella. I mean, part of me always wants to spank your luscious ass. But not right now.” He kissed her lips again, then her neck, his tongue rough on her delicate skin. When he gently bit her neck, she moaned, her head falling backward.

“What I want to do right now, Bella, is make love to you. You know.
Regular sex
.” He chuckled as he said it, lifting her up and depositing her on the bed. But deep down, Bella knew there would never ever be anything ‘regular’ about sex with Kane.

He undressed her slowly, taking his time, licking and kissing her skin until Bella felt like her whole body was going up in flames, until desire coursed through her veins like a drug, making her want more and more and more.

“Open, Bella,” he urged, pushing her thighs apart, and she obliged, heart thumping, entire body on edge. “I need to taste you,” he murmured, his breath hot between her legs.

His tongue flicked once over her clit, and Bella moaned out in pleasure.
That
. That was what she wanted. But he moved lower, dipping into her pussy, and she found herself writhing uncontrollably. His fingers toyed with her folds, finally separating them wide as he drove one finger deep inside her, his tongue moving back to her clit.

“Kane,” she whimpered. “Oh, god.”

“I want you to come like this,” he demanded.

“Yes,” she agreed, because her orgasm was growing already. It wouldn’t take long.

He sucked and nibbled on her clit while this time two fingers filled her, and when she felt a third finger pressing into her asshole, her entire body tightened, the pleasure growing until she was at the edge, falling over, coming hard and fast as she yelled out Kane’s name.

It was impossible. It should be impossible to feel like this. The orgasm lasted so long, longer than any she’d had before, and she was left weak and limp on the bed beneath Kane.

But it wasn’t over. Kane moved up along her body and kissed her lips. She could taste her own wetness on him, salty and sultry, could feel his cock, harder than steel.

“God, Kane,” she whispered against his lips, “that was…”

“Nothing,” he interrupted her. “That was nothing. Not compared to everything I’ve got in store for you.”

“Oh,” she murmured.

“I’m going to make you come. Again. And again. And again. This, Bella? This is just the beginning.” With that, he guided himself inside her wet core, just the tip at first.

Bella wriggled her body, trying to get him farther inside. It was sweet torture to be this close, to wait for him to fill her completely. He smiled down at her.

“I love that you’re so eager for me,” he whispered. “Tell me what you want, Bella.”

“I want you, Kane,” she whimpered. “I want you inside me. All the way inside me.”

“Like this?” In an instant he shoved into her all the way, hard.

“God! Yes!” she yelped, her pussy stretching to accommodate his huge cock. “Yes,” she sighed, as her body yielded to him.

Slowly he pulled out, then filled her again. And again. He reached between their bodies to find her clit once more, to caress it while he continued moving on top of her.

“Kane,” she whispered. “I’m going to come again.” She shut her eyes as pleasure began to fill her body once more.

“No, look at me,” insisted Kane. “I need to see your face when you come.”

“OK,” Bella began, but the second syllable was choked off by the beginning of the orgasm as it hit her, a huge wave of bliss that she rode until she crashed down again, breathing hard, her body loose and light.

“Fuck,” muttered Kane. “I’m going to come now, Bella.” His eyes were half-closed in ecstasy as his huge muscled body drove into her again and again, and when he came, his hot cum filling Bella, he cursed loudly before collapsing on top of her.

After gasping for breath for a few seconds, he rolled off Bella, then pulled her into a tight embrace. “Jesus,” he whispered. “We should do that more often.”

Bella giggled. “But we’ll still do… other stuff too, right?” She liked this. A lot. But she wanted to make sure he knew how much she enjoyed—needed—the punishments as well.

“Oh, Bella, we’re going to do
every
thing.” Kane kissed her head, and she settled into his arms, into his warmth, and fell asleep to the rhythm of his heart.

“I’ll have no arguments! You’ll stay here tonight.” Mrs. Calhoun, Kane’s mother, put her hands on her slender hips, but she was smiling, her eyes twinkling. Though she hadn’t grown up in Scotland, she had acquired a hint of a brogue over the years, and Bella loved her voice. Actually, she loved almost everything about Kane’s mom immediately. Her broad smile. Her warm hugs. Her hospitality. Most of all, Bella loved the tenderness in her eyes when she looked at her son.

Kane and Bella were visiting the Speyside region of Scotland, where Kane wanted to take her to the distillery and to visit all the places that had been important to him and his family, especially his grandfather. It was six months since their ‘agreement’ ended, and their relationship had been a whirlwind of fancy dinners and dark sensual sessions in his office, with genuine lovemaking and regular sex mixed in as well.

Kane and Bella had been planning to stay at a quaint bed and breakfast surrounded by rolling green hills, but Mrs. Calhoun wouldn’t have any of that. “I’ll have the guest room made up in no time,” she insisted. “Come keep me company, Bella. Kane, bring in your bags.”

Kane did as she said, heading out of the house to the car, and Bella followed Kane’s mother down a long hallway to a room at the far end.

“Can I help?” asked Bella as Mrs. Calhoun opened a linen closet and pulled out a stack of fresh, crisp white sheets.

“Oh, no, love, I wanted you here to talk. I have something to say to you.”

Normally those words were scary to hear—usually people prefaced bad things with “I have something to say to you.” But the kindness in Mrs. Calhoun’s eyes remained, and when she patted the bed next to her, Bella sat down.

“I have so much gratitude to you, Bella,” she began.

“Gratitude?” asked Bella. “I’m the one who should be grateful! Thanks for letting us stay here.”

Mrs. Calhoun waved her hand dismissively. “No, no. Bella, the Kane that you brought here to my house today isn’t the same Kane I’ve known for many years.”

“What do you mean?”

“His whole life he’s been alone. Oh, he has people around him. But they’re mostly followers. He never has true friends, with the exception of his college friend Charlie.”

Bella smiled at the mention of Charlie.

Mrs. Calhoun continued. “I’ve never ever worried about him financially. He does quite well in that area. But I’ve always been terrified that he would end up alone. That he would never be able to open himself up to love, and to be loved. Bella, I believe you’ve changed that. I’ve never seen him with so much, I don’t know,
light
in his eyes.”

Bella’s hand sprang to her chest. She opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn’t find words to express what she felt.

“He’s not easy to love, Bella.”

“He is, though. I mean, not at first. At first I thought he was a jerk.”

Kane’s mother laughed. “Yes, he can be somewhat of an ass!”

“But he has a soft side too. Deep down.”