Kiki's Millionaire (10 page)

Kiki was still riding the wave when he flipped them
over and began to fuck her in earnest, his thrusts hard and exquisitely deep.
She wrapped her legs around him and ran her fingers through his loosened hair.
Her butt was hot against the comforter, stinging and itchy. Another spike of
orgasm shot through her and she arched to feel his steely rod bounce off her
cervix.

His neck arched and his eyes closed. Three more
vicious strokes and he grunted. His come filled her vagina with warmth, like
thick custard in her tender éclair.

“Yes,” he said simply, gravelly, a slight pant
punctuating his comment. His body, so tense moments ago, began to relax, though
he still held himself up with his arms. Kiki rubbed her hands over his thick
biceps and then put her hands around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.

“You cheated,” she whispered in his ear.

“I outsmarted you. There’s a difference.”

“Touché.” She sighed as his weight increased on her
body, and then he rolled off.

“I told you you liked being spanked.”

She was loathe to admit it, but the evidence was
incontrovertible. “I guess so.” She ached to feel that tumult again. “I don’t
want this to end, Jim.” The words slipped out before she could pull them back.
Her heart sank as she imagined the total rejection she’d just let herself in
for.

“Me, either.”

A tiny crocus appeared in the frost of her
expectations. “You only asked for this one, last date.”

“I didn’t think you’d agree to more.”

She thought about that. He was right about her not
agreeing. “I won’t let you buy me, or buy me things.”

He rolled onto his side and put a big hand on her
stomach. It was warm and firm on her skin. “I like sharing what I have with
you, Kiki.”

“I have a hard time accepting presents.”

“I know. We can work on that.”

“I’ll try.”

“Good girl,” he said. “And I’ll try not to overwhelm
you.”

“But, Jim, you know this can’t last. You know we’re
not Romeo and Juliet.”

“I should hope not! They died in that play!”

She gave him a playful swat on the arm. “You know what
I meant.”

He was still chortling, but he agreed. “Yes, I know
what you meant.” His voice became more serious and he turned her head to the
side to look into her eyes. “I don’t know what we are. I only know I don’t want
it to end here.”

Kiki was sorely tempted to tell him she loved him. She
wanted to bathe in the sweet syrup of being in love and loved in return. He
hadn’t mentioned love, though, and she kept reminding herself that sex and
spankings, a few interests in common, those weren’t love. He didn’t love her.
He wanted her, maybe. Like a new toy. And that was okay. He was a new toy for
her, too…a precious toy; one that she’d have to work to give up all too soon.
Those moments together—moments like these, side-by-side, intimate
moments—were worth the pain at the end.

The only thing that kept Kiki from falling into
depression over the last two weeks at the shelter was her burgeoning
relationship with Jim. He was wonderful. She loved him more every day. He
brought her flowers and wrote her sweet notes in email—which the women at
the shelter scoffed at, warning Kiki that he just wanted to butter her up for
something kinky or sick. Of course, she hadn’t told them about the spankings.

The glorious spankings. Kiki was often amazed at
herself for how much she enjoyed them. Even when they were punishment they
excited her. Only the night before, they’d argued and a harsh spanking ensued.

Jim had brought her back to his house to watch a
movie—they enjoyed cuddling, munching on salty, buttered popcorn and
drinking very cheap champagne—and she’d unthinkingly brought her daypack.

That afternoon she had gone to the Coffee Cart store
near the shelter and used their hot spot to send off résumés. Her brand new
computer was nestled in an exterior compartment of her daypack, visible when
she opened it to get out her hairbrush.

Jim spotted it and did a double-take. “Is that a new
computer?”

“Yeah. The old one…was broken.” She didn’t want to
tell him that it had disappeared while she was away from the shelter one day.
He didn’t need to know how difficult life was there.

“It was a pretty old computer, that’s for sure.” He
tugged the laptop out of her bag and gave it a look. “Kiki, a computer is an
expensive thing to just go out and buy.” Annoyance made his words clipped.

Oh, shit.

“Well, I needed it. You know, for sending out résumés
and job applications for temporary jobs.”

He opened the computer and turned it on. “How much did
this cost you, and how did you pay for it?”

Kiki tried to take the computer out of his hands, but
he had a firm grip on it. “Not that much.”

“How much, Kiki?”

She named a figure. It occurred to her that she could
lie, but he was a computer guy; he’d know a low-ball price when he heard it.
“It was on sale.”

He poked at the keys, then shot her a harsh look. “It
has Rocket Flare software on it. Kiki, I could have gotten you a computer like
this for a quarter of what you paid for it and all the software for
free—Rocket Flare is my company!”

It had been Kiki’s intention to keep him in the dark
about the computer. If she had told him she needed a new computer, he’d
certainly have asked why. Worse, he probably would have bought her one. That
would have been unacceptable. Instead, she maxed out her credit card. She
wasn’t sure how she’d cover the bill, but she was hoping strongly that a
temporary job would be offered soon.

“Yeah, I know. But I didn’t want to bother you with
it.”

“Bother me?” He shut off the computer and put it down
on the coffee table. “How did you pay for it? Credit?”

She nodded miserably. She was in the soup now.

“You don’t have a job. How did you intend to pay for
it?”

“I’ll get a job soon. I’m sure!”

“Damn it, Kiki! Why don’t you let me help you? You’re
being stubborn and foolish!”

She stuck out her chin, bristling. “I am not. I needed
a new computer, so I bought one.”

“If your computer was broken, you should have let me
know. I could have fixed it for you like before.”

“It was gone!”
 

His face went dark with anger.

Fuck! Had she said that aloud? “I mean, it was a
gonner.”

He stomped over to her and took her by the arms. He
didn’t shake her, though she could see his shoulders tense as if he would like
to. His voice was low and quiet, almost menacing. “What happened to the old
one, Kiki?”

She couldn’t look him in the eyes. “It was stolen.”

“From the shelter?”

Kiki nodded, all her indignation gone.

Jim released her and turned away. His fury was
palpable. “How many times have I tried to get you out of that place? How can I
put some sense into your stubborn head?”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

He turned back and waved his hand toward the
staircase. “Upstairs. I’m going to blister your ass.”

“Aw, Jim. I promise I won’t keep anything from you
again.” She knew she was in the wrong. Knew that the spanking would hurt and
make her feel humiliated. But, damn, her middle went all gooey and liquidy with
gleeful anticipation. “Please?”

“Up. The. Stairs. Right now!” He took a step toward
her and she hurried off, climbing the stairs as quickly as safety would allow.

Once in his big bedroom, Kiki paused, waiting for him
to follow her in. After five minutes, she wondered if he was actually going to
show up and do as he’d promised. She began pacing, and after she’d been waiting
ten minutes, he finally made his appearance.

He was calm and cold. It looked like he’d used his
time away to get his anger under control. Kiki was glad for that in one way:
she wouldn’t want him to take out all that fury on her poor behind. But she was
disappointed in another: she knew that the cold, hard Jim would make it as
un-sexy as possible.

“Undress.”

Turning her back, Kiki took off her clothes and
shivered under his chilly stare. “I’m sorry, Jim. I really am.”

“You’re sorry because you got caught. You’re not sorry
you kept important matters from me and did something as foolish as putting an
expensive thing on credit when you’re unemployed.”

He was right. “I won’t do it again,” she promised.

“No, you won’t. I’ll see to that right now.” He
produced a ruler from his back pocket and walked over to the bed and sat down.
“Over my knees, Kiki.”

The ruler was a new thing. Intimidating. Scary. “The
ruler…do you have to use it?”

“A hand spanking is too sexy. I’ll want to make love
to you if I use my hand. We’re not going to make love tonight.”

“Not even later?” Disappointment settled on her like a
fog. She knew she’d be a sopping, over-excited mess at the end of the spanking.
Although punishment spankings weren’t supposed to end with fun and games, she
thought that maybe, after an hour or two had passed, they could get physical
and she could relieve some of the sexual tension that built with the spanking. But
no.

“I can see your devious little mind at work. You’re
spending the night here where I can keep an eye on you. No masturbating. You’ll
just have to deal with it.”

“But, Jim!”

“Over my knees, Kiki.”

Dragging her feet, she went to him and laid over his
knees. Her whole body thrummed and her bottom cooled in anticipation of the
heat to come.

As it always did, the first spank made her jump. The
ruler was hard; her flesh stung sharply. Building speed, Jim plied the
instrument all over her bottom, down her thighs and harshly on her sit spots.
It didn’t take long for her butt to flame, flaring up with every crack of the
ruler. But, at the same time, wetness pooled between her thighs. She cried and
squirmed, but he persisted. Her clit felt swollen and achy, and little shooting
sparks sprung from her womb to her hard nipples.

 
Her wails
had to carry to Ernie and Evangeline, and she was totally humiliated by the
impression her blubbering would have. The humiliation didn’t stop the growing
bubble of sexual need that built up. It made her cry all the harder as she
thought about how difficult the night would be as she was prevented from
relieving some of that pressure.

Just as she was thinking she couldn’t take any more,
he paused. “You will not keep important details about your security from me
again, Kiki.”

“No, Jim,” she said, barely able to speak coherently
through her sobs. Her pussy throbbed.

“You will not lie to me again. Even by omission.”

“No, Jim.”

“You will move out of the shelter as soon as I can
find you a place.”

It would be a place he would pay for. He would put her
in the position of a kept mistress. She just couldn’t allow it. “But, Jim…Ow!
Please! Please!“

He smacked her bottom a few more times. “Agree, Kiki.”

“I can’t! I just can’t!”

“Goddamn it! Then move in with me. I’ve already paid
for this house, so I won’t be putting in more money for you.”

She hiccoughed and wiped at her runny nose. Her ass
was raw. “What about food? Will you let me pay for my own food?”

“Can you afford to do that?”

“I’m paying a little each week at the shelter. It
comes out of my savings.”

“Keep your savings, Kiki. There must be precious
little of it.”

“No.” She hung her head. He was surely going to beat
the skin right off her butt. She might actually orgasm if he’d only touch her.

“Kiki, you’re pissing me off!” He threw the ruler
across the room and she jumped. She’d never known him to be this angry.

She began to sob again. “Just what I’m already paying
at the shelter. Let me do that much. I can’t be totally dependent on you.”

His hand rested on her roasted bottom, hot and heavy.
How she wished he would just slide it between her legs.

“Okay. You can pay for food. But not more than you pay
at the shelter. And you will move today. Tonight. No arguing.”

“Alright.”

Jim rubbed her bottom tenderly, his voice tight when
he said, “Your ass is beautiful, Kiki. Bright red. It’s a total turn-on. I only
wish this had been for fun. I’ll be suffering right along with you tonight.”

She squirmed against him. His erection poked at her,
bulging tightly against his slacks. “Maybe…”

“No. Punishment is not the same as fun.” His voice
brooked no argument, as he helped her up off his lap. Exhausted and teary, she
flumped onto the bed face down.

“Can I have some ice for—“

“I think you know the answer to that, Kitten Kimberly
Ann Mackenzie.”

A hitching sigh was her response.

That night, they’d rounded up her three suitcases full
of stuff and trundled back to Jim’s house.

As she contemplated it the next morning, it felt strange
to be sitting in his breakfast nook, in the big kitchen with Evangeline
bustling about. Jim had left for work early, leaving Kiki asleep in the big
bed. When she awoke, she was both horny and hungry. She realized that the
horniness would have to wait; Jim would be ticked off big time if he found out
she’d disobeyed his no-masturbation order from the night before. Somehow, he’d
know. If he doubted her, all he’d have to do is ask. She certainly wasn’t going
to lie to him again.

Briefly, she wondered if he’d relieved some of his own
sexual tension by getting himself off that morning. He was not constrained like
she was, of course. It made her a little jealous to think of him doing it
without her, but her growling tummy insisted on a different course of thought.

A few minutes later, down in the nook, Evengeline
brought her breakfast and a note from Jim.

Sweetheart,

I hope your tender bottom has recovered. I intend to
apply my hand to it tonight in a more pleasant way. Don’t forget your
restriction.