Her Millionaire Master (6 page)

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On Friday Kane had Charles pick up Max. He wanted nothing in the house to distract him from Bella. Charles gave him a last warning about what he was doing.

“Kane, she’s not like the girls you usually spend time with. She’s… breakable.”

“She’ll have a safeword, Charles. I’m not going to
break
her.”

Charles shook his head. “Just be careful with her, Kane.”

“Since when are you her best friend anyway?” asked Kane. “You’ve talked to her what? Perhaps twice?”

“When you like someone, you like them,” said Charles simply. “Go easy on her.”

But Kane had no intention of going easy on her. The first session, maybe. Just to feel her out. To see how she reacted. To get a sense of what she could and couldn’t take. He was good at that, at knowing instinctively how far he could take a woman. At distinguishing between the
pain
that she liked versus the pain that pushed past her limits. Usually, he didn’t need to be told. He just
knew
. But usually, his involvements were for the mutual pleasure of both the girl and himself. This time? There wasn’t
supposed
to be pleasure for Bella. It was
supposed
to be a punishment. And he wasn’t sure how much he was willing to bend on that.

Alone in his house, he felt strangely uneasy as he waited for the approach of seven p.m. It was ridiculous how disappointed he would be if she didn’t show. Pathetic. There were a number of girls he could call right now who would come over at a moment’s notice. What did it matter if Bella didn’t come? He downed a shot of the cheap scotch that still sat on top of Bella’s check, then commenced waiting once more, pacing the room as he did.

He still had on his dress slacks, but he’d taken the belt off to be more comfortable. His white dress shirt hung open, and his feet were bare. Comfortable. Bella might feel overdressed when she first arrived, but quickly she’d be removing clothing. Just thinking about it made him groan out loud, and he downed another shot.

The antique grandfather clock from Scotland chimed the hour. Seven. She wasn’t here.

He’d cash the fucking check then.

He picked up the Mortlach bottle, preparing to bring it to the kitchen and pour the cheap whiskey inside it down the drain. But suddenly the doorbell rang.

Although he hated the fact that relief poured through him, he couldn’t help it. He set the bottle back on the table and stood up straight, heading to the door. When he opened it, Bella was standing there, her face showing so clearly the nerves she was feeling. She bit her lip, looking up into his eyes, and blood rushed to his cock. She had no idea what to expect. And he couldn’t wait to show her.

As instructed, she was wearing a skirt, a flimsy-looking one. No stockings or socks, just a pair of worn-out black heels that made her legs look even more beautiful, her calves perfect—strong and sexy. He couldn’t help himself from imagining, just for a second, how they’d look when she was on tiptoe, bending over his desk. She had on a black fitted shirt, and she was carrying a small bag, an overnight bag, he supposed.

“Hello, Bella,” he said evenly, stepping aside so she could enter.

“Hi, Kane.” Her voice. Sweet, with a hint of fear. Anticipation.

His cock stirred at the sound. “Please come in.”

She did, looking around her as she entered the foyer. What was she looking for, he wondered? Or at? Perhaps it was just her general nerves about the… situation. A grin, slightly wicked, he knew, graced his face as he turned to her. Her huge blue eyes looked up into his, and he could see the most intoxicating mix of desire and fear.
Oh, Bella. You have no idea
, he thought.

“Follow me,” he ordered. “I am going to give you a brief… orientation before we get started.”

In response she uttered a soft ‘hmmm’ sound, so quiet that he had the most unusual urge to hold her to him, to tell her it would be all right.
Where is that coming from
? he mentally cursed himself. Was he getting soft?

He led her down the hallway to his office, which he had set up earlier. His office was his favorite room in the house, and he loved the entire place. One half was set aside for work, which he did on his mahogany desk. It was the perfect room for total concentration, soundproof so he couldn’t hear anything from the outside when the door was shut. This feature was dual-purpose, though, as it prevented noises inside the office from escaping as well. The sound system was incredible, and though oftentimes he concentrated best without music, he did at times enjoy classical music while he worked, his preference Mozart piano concertos or Haydn’s violin works. Although, of course, he did enjoy other types of music as well, having an affinity for the Rolling Stones and Maroon Five. He avoided clichés, but variety was, he often thought, the spice of life. Habits were important, but so was trying new things.

It was the other half of his office that was for play. The leather couch was useful for some of his activities, but he also had a Murphy bed that was, now, pulled down. The bedding was a deep red, almost black, silky and luxurious. On the four corners of the bed were unobtrusive antiqued silver rings, perfect for attaching handcuffs or ties. And in the drawers on either side of the bed were various implements he used when he was playing, some of which he’d chosen specifically for Bella’s sessions. It had given him great pleasure to prepare for her, to think about what he’d do to her when he had her alone during their sessions. Improvisation was fun too, and essential for good experiences. But there were some things he definitely wanted to do, that he’d thought of, hard and often, in relation to Bella.

She gasped when she saw the bed, and it made him smile. Was it bad that he enjoyed her discomfort?

“Sit,” he said, gesturing at the couch.

He watched while she timidly approached it, then sat down, her skirt riding up her legs a bit as she did so. He tried to look at her thighs impassively. Objectively. But her skin was so pale, her legs a perfect balance of lean muscles. He wanted to touch her. To run a hand up the inside of her thigh, wanted to push her legs apart until his fingers reached her panties, touched her wetness, sank into her delicious pussy.

Kane cleared his throat. “I see you brought a bag. Overnight items, I presume?” he asked.

She nodded.

“Good. You will sleep in here tonight after we’re through. There’s a bathroom right next door for you to use. You will be free to read any of the books I have, except the first editions on the second shelf. They’re quite rare, and I don’t think you want to ruin anything else expensive, do you?”

She shook her head.

“I have Wi-Fi you can use. Food in the kitchen. You’re free to help yourself once we’re done.”

“And if you need to work?” she whispered.

“I have another office. Wonderful thing about laptops and Wi-Fi, isn’t it? You’re free to move wherever you’d like. Tomorrow morning you may leave any time after six a.m. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Shall we go over the rules for your punishment, then?”

She nodded.

“The first rule is that you will speak when I ask you a question. No nodding. No shaking your head. You will answer with a
yes
or a
no
. Is that clear?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“I expect you to do exactly as I instruct as soon as I tell you to and without question. Your safeword is
whiskey
.” He’d found it humorous to use that word, since it was his scotch that she’d spilled, for which she was going to be punished. “Use it when you absolutely need me to stop. I will not stop if you say
no
or
stop
or beg me to end the punishment. I will only stop when you say your safeword. Tell me your safeword, Bella.”

“Whiskey.” Her voice was hoarse, her eyes big and blue and filled with trepidation.

“Once you use your safeword, I will immediately stop. You’ll be allowed to use your safeword three times over the course of the five sessions. Any more than that and the deal is off. Is that clear?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have any questions?” he asked, looking hard into her eyes.

“Do I have to, um, call you
sir
? Or anything like that?”

He laughed, a rough sound. “You mean like in videos you’ve undoubtedly watched?”

She blushed hard, and the pink tint in her cheeks made his cock swell.

“You can, if you’d like. Or you can call me
Kane
. It’s my name.” And he loved to hear it, uttered on the lips of a woman in sheer pleasure or pain, the sound never failing to make him harder than he already was.

“OK. Kane,” she uttered, as if trying it out. She looked so small on his couch, so scared, and for a second a hint of concern for her filled him. He remembered Charles’ warning, that he needed to be careful. That he shouldn’t
break
her.

“Bella,” he said, “before we begin, I need to know that this is what you want. And I need to advise you that you should leave right now. You should get up from that couch and walk out of this house and let me cash the check. Because you’re not cut out for this. Your punishment will be hard and painful and embarrassing. Do you understand?”

She nodded.

“Bella. What did I say about the way you answer me?” he warned.

“Oh. Yes. I understand, Kane.”

“So look me in the eyes right now and tell me you want me to punish you.”

Her hands twisted in her lap as she raised her eyes to his. “I want you to punish me,” she said, her voice low.

He knew it was hard for her to look at him directly and say that, and his cock throbbed at how wonderfully submissive she already was.

“Well, then. Let’s get started.”

Bella could hardly believe she was here. That this was happening. It wasn’t just a dream. It wasn’t just a fantasy. It wasn’t a video on the Internet. She was actually here, in Kane’s study, and he was going to punish her. Her heart was pounding, and her legs were shaky as she stood, as instructed by Kane. She could still leave. Just let him cash the check. But she really needed that money. Even more pressing, though, was the fact that her panties were damp. It was crazy to
want
someone to punish you, but she couldn’t help the fullness in her clit that continued to grow as Kane told her the rules. This would be embarrassing, she knew. And it would hurt. But she wanted it. Badly. There was no way she was going to leave.

Now he was sitting on the couch looking up at her as she stood before him.

“Bella,” he said, his voice low, sending shocks right through her. “Have you ever been spanked before?”

She shook her head, then remembered he wanted her to answer out loud. “No,” she said, wanting to sound confident but ending up whispering, a low and sultry sound instead. Not at all what she intended!

A muscle in Kane’s jaw tightened for a second. His jaw that was covered in evening stubble. His jaw that was so sculpted and hard. How she wanted to reach out and touch it, but that’s not at all what tonight was about. Or the next four Friday nights, for that matter. His eyes were so dark as they stared into hers. Unreadable, too. She thought she saw passion in them, in addition to the stern look, but she couldn’t be sure.

“Well, then, Bella,” he finally said. “I’ll go slow at first. But only at first. We’ll start just like this.” He straightened his back and sat farther back on the couch. “I want you lie down over my lap.”

Bella gulped. This was real. It was starting. And the thought of lying her body down on the couch so her ass was there for Kane made embarrassment shoot through her. But it also made wetness surge in her panties again. Still, she hesitated, unsure if she could actually make the next move.

“Bella. I don’t want to ask you a second time. I thought I made it clear that you are to obey me immediately. You did understand that, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Kane. I did.”

He gestured down at his lap.

She was fairly sure she could see a huge swelling in his pants, and took a step forward.
Oh, god
, she thought as she awkwardly knelt on the couch next to him, then turned her body so she could lie herself down on top of him, her ass on his lap. She’d been right about his pants. She could feel his cock, hard and so big she almost gasped out loud, as it pressed into the tender flesh of her hip.

“I’m going to give you a warm-up over your skirt, Bella. But don’t mistake it for kindness. I’ve found that a warm-up actually makes my subs able to take harder punishments. And that’s exactly what I intend to do to you.”

“Yes, Kane,” she whispered, shifting slightly on his lap.

He grunted, almost too quiet for her to hear, as she moved against his cock. He was as hard as she was wet. What was this dynamic, she wondered, that had them both so hot? Why were they both so turned on by what was about to happen? But she didn’t have time to think about it more because she felt his hand on her lower back, and his words, low and warm, like the good scotch she’d spilled all over his floor.

“You are to hold still for your spanking, Bella. Yes?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” For a few seconds he was still, and she waited, the anticipation making her both more nervous and increasingly wet.

And then he began.

His hand slapped down on her ass, first her right cheek, then the left. Even through her skirt and panties, she felt the sting immediately, and before she knew it she’d uttered “ow!” out loud. As if he hadn’t heard her, Kane continued, moving back and forth from her right cheek to her left, varying the intensity of the spanks once in a while so she was never sure exactly what to expect. She felt foolish and embarrassed, over Kane’s lap while he punished her for doing something wrong, but the idea that she’d agreed to this, that she was staying here and holding still despite the beginnings of pain and despite her humiliation, made her pussy clench.

A steady burn was building up, and she shifted once more in a vain attempt to get some relief from the spanking. His cock, harder than before if possible, reminded her of how hot this was making him. How hot it was making her. And she settled back down.