Kiki's Millionaire (11 page)

I might be a little late tonight. I have a reception
I need to attend. Business. Boring. Next time, I’ll arrange to bring you along.

I’ll call you this afternoon.

J

Kiki wanted to read the “I love you” in his thoughtful
note, but it was conspicuously absent. He didn’t love her. Her feelings were
unrequited. He treated her well, but she had to remember that all of
it—the flowers, romantic dinners, cuddling, cohabitating—that was
all temporary. Someday, probably soon, it would all be over. She’d be alone again.
Just her and her books.

* * *

It was nearly eight o’clock.

Jim hurried home, eager to find out how Kiki had
managed her first day living in his house. They’d missed each other on the
phone all afternoon, each leaving voicemail a few times. She sounded okay in
her messages.

Receptions like the one he’d just attended were
exceedingly boring, but a necessary part of his life. Like cocktail parties and
annual dinners. He’d take board meetings and business meetings over those
not-quite-social functions any day.

He anticipated bringing Kiki with him if he could coax
her into it. The thought of having her there, on his arm, comfortable and warm
and smiling for him really made him happy.

It occurred to him suddenly that he hadn’t thought
about Isabella for several weeks. He examined his feelings as he drove home and
realized that he didn’t feel guilty about it at all. He’d finally moved on.
Kiki hadn’t replaced Isabella, but she took up the space in his heart left
empty by Isabella’s death. It felt right to have Kiki as part of his
life—a big part.

He wanted to call Cal and enthuse about his girl. They
saw each other at their parents’ house occasionally, but it was about time they
got together and watched a classic hockey game. Kiki could invite her friend
Maddie and they’d make a casual party of it. A little hockey, a little beer;
Evangeline could make some buffalo wings. Yeah, he’d have to arrange it.

He found her in the family room, reading a book. It
was so endearing to see her quietly doing something she loved, sharing his
space and enjoying what he could provide.

“Kiki.”

She turned, a surprised expression on her face. “Jim!
You’re home!” It took her only a few seconds to hurry off the couch and throw
her arms around him, turning her face up for a kiss. And kiss her he did. Long,
slow, patient but demanding. He didn’t try to coax her, didn’t have to, she was
right there making her own demands.

When they broke she pressed her face along his
collarbone and breathed in deeply. “You smell nice. I missed you.”

He ran his hands up and down her flanks, finally
reaching down to cup her nicely rounded bottom. A little squeeze there and he
was hard as a rock. It was very tempting to yank down her jeans, press her over
the back of the couch and do her right there. Ernie and Evangeline had the
night off. They lived in a small house about a tenth of a mile away from the
main building, not far from the empty stables.

“I missed you, too, sweetheart.” He felt her hand
slide down to his tented pants and caress his hardness. “Someone is hinting.”

“That would be me,” she whispered, stroking him. “I
want you so much.”

He caught her wrist and brought her hand back up to
his chest, holding it there. “I want to get you naked and kiss you all over.”
He kissed the top of her head, feeling the silkiness against his lips and
smelling the sweet floral of her shampoo. “I especially want to lick you where
you need it most.”

She groaned. “You’re torturing me.”

Laughing, he said, “Yes, I am. You’ve tortured me all
day.”

“I have not. I’ve been here all day.”

“Every time I thought of you today, I got hard. It was
awkward, to say the least.”

Kiki gave him a little smack on the chest. “Serves you
right for not waking me this morning. We could have fu- fooled around before
you left for work.”

He gave her a squeeze and released her, stepping away.
“You were sleeping so peacefully. And it’s good self-discipline to wait for
what you really want. The anticipation makes it that much sweeter.”

“Anticipation my as- Aunt Martha. Can we go upstairs
now?”

He grinned. Her excitement was incredibly provocative.
“Did you eat dinner?”

She sighed. “Yeah. I had a little fruit and cheese.
I’m not much of a cook.”

“I had too many appetizers at the reception. I sure
don’t need more food.” He reached out and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her
cotton shirt. “I have an idea.”

“Is it a sexy idea? Because, if it’s not-”

“It is.” He laughed. “Go turn on the Jacuzzi. May is
my favorite month; the weather is so temperate, not too hot or cold.” He undid
a couple more buttons and wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Let’s get naked and
soak in the bubbles.”

“The naked part is good.”

Jim turned her and smacked her on her denim-clad
behind. “Go!”

“Ouch! Okay, okay.” Grinning, she hurried out of the
room. He heard a button hit the floor as she ran along, and he realized that
she must be practically tearing her shirt off in order to get it off as quickly
as possible.

He laughed again. He was more in love with her every
day. She didn’t reciprocate...not yet anyway. It was something he was working
on.

Jim climbed the stairs and got a few things from the
bedroom, including some big, fluffy towels. When he got out to the backyard
Jacuzzi, Kiki was waiting for him, up to her armpits in bubbly water, smiling
an invitation.

He dropped the towels on the tiled deck and his
surprise clattered next to them. Kiki looked over toward the noise. Her eyes
widened when she saw what he’d brought along.

“What’s that?”

Jim quickly got naked and joined her. “It’s a
fiberglass cane.”

“A cane?” She licked her lips and stared at it, her
eyes measuring all twenty-seven inches of it, then turning back to him. “For
spanking?”

He nodded and then ducked under the water. When he came
up he pushed his hair out of his face and sat next to her. The water was warm
as a down blanket in winter. He put his back against a strong jet and got a
nice massage along with the pleasure of seeing Kiki in the altogether. “It’s
different.”

“Won’t it leave marks?”

“It has the potential do that. But I won’t leave any
marks that don’t go away overnight. I don’t want to harm you. If you find that
it’s too much, just say…say…elephant, and I’ll stop.” He took her hand and
kissed it, then gently pulled her onto his lap. His cock was already at
attention, and snuggling with her made it throb.

“Elephant?”

“It’s a safe word, meaning that since you sometimes
say ‘no more’ or ‘please stop’ but you don’t really mean it, you have a special
word that really does mean stop. You say it, and I stop. Then we talk about
what happened.”

“I get it. It gives me a little control.”

“In a way, but you have to take it seriously. If I
think you’re trying to control me and your punishments by using the word too
frequently, then we quit the spanking games altogether.”

“But…”

“No buts. Respect the word, and use it if you have to,
but recognize that there’s a price attached if you use it too often. It could
mean that we break up.”

“Wow.”

“You know, Kiki. If you decide the spanking thing
isn’t for you, then breaking up is probably a rational solution.” He could feel
his heart tighten at the idea, but he wanted to be honest with her. Spanking
was a part of him. He didn’t approve of undisciplined women, so he imparted
some outside discipline on them when they needed it. And spanking during sex
was just plain fun.

She seemed to be thinking about the safe word concept
carefully. “Okay. Elephant, right?”

He nodded. “Elephant.”

“I thought you…”

He waited. “You thought what?”

She rested her head against his shoulder. “I thought
you’d use your hand like you did before.”

“I will use my hand. But only to warm you up. Then
we’ll try the cane. I think you’ll like it.” He wasn’t about to tell her than
he’d used it before with good results on other women. He wasn’t a kiss-and-tell
kind of guy. But the upshot was that he had some experience with the tool and
would be able to use it competently and confidently.

“Okay.”

“Are you relaxed?”

She squirmed against him and he found that he could be
even harder. It was a surprise. “As relaxed as I’m going to get. Can I climb
on? Will you let me ride you?” Kiki took him in hand.

Before she could make things happen too fast, he
grabbed her wrist and pulled it aside. “Not yet.” He nodded toward the edge of
the tub. “Get up on the lip.”

It took her a moment to get situated with her butt on
the lip and her legs hanging into the water. The light from inside the Jacuzzi
gave her fair skin an ethereal bluish tinge. She was so beautiful. Like an
angel. “Open your legs, sweetheart.”

Her eyes went a little dreamy, and she did as he told
her. Jim waded over to her and pressed her thighs apart, going up on his knees
on the pool’s shelf. He kissed between her breasts, his hands taking each
perfect, small globe in hand, kneading, rubbing gently at first and then with
more vigor. Kiki dropped her head back and sighed softly.

He applied his lips to a nipple and she sighed louder,
then squeaked a little when he bit playfully. Her breasts kept his attention
for several minutes, until she began to pant. And then he moved his kisses down
her stomach, licking at her softly padded hip bones. She said his name
tenderly, encouraging him.

Her lightly furred muff was calling him with the umami
aroma of excited female mixed with clean, ozonated water. His fingers traveled
down her belly and over her thighs, then gently opened the petals of her secret
flower. She was wet with slippery welcome and he was in no mood to decline the
invitation. First one finger then two glided in and she opened her legs wider.

When he licked at her pink-lipped pussy, she gasped
and moaned. Leaning back on one hand, she put the other in his hair. Her
fingers combing over his head encouraged him to lick harder, and he circled her
clit with his tongue, purposely keeping his caresses off her swelling bud.

“More,” she pleaded.

His answer was to piston his fingers in and out of her
faster. She groaned and squirmed.

It took nearly all of his self-discipline not to rise
out of the water and fill her with his aching dick. But he had more in mind. He
removed his fingers and put one more lick and kiss on her belly.

“Turn over on hands and knees, Kiki.”

“What?”

“Hands and knees, sweetheart. I want to see your
beautiful ass.”

“I need to come, Jim. Please.”

“Soon enough.” He encouraged her with a little push
against her hip, and she rolled over onto all fours, offering her round behind.

Jim smacked her ass with the flat of his hand, and the
sharp crack was clear over the sound of the bubbling water. Fortunately, there
were no neighbors to hear it.

She gasped and squirmed as a pink handprint formed on
her butt. Again he spanked her, leaving another handprint, this one on the
other side. Kiki’s pants and moans came faster, matching the pace of his slaps.
Her butt became warm to his touch, and he slid his hand down and used his
fingers to fuck her once more.

“Yes!” Then she groaned when he removed his hand.

He chuckled, and reached for the cane. Taking a
position near her hip, he struck her firmly on her hot, pink behind, and a
streak of brighter color formed in a line across her wriggling flesh.

“Ow!”

Striking her again got a moan and more squirming.

After a few more times, she was pressing her face down
into the towels and sobbing. “Oh God, oh God, oh God!”

“Does it hurt good, baby?”

Her voice was thick when she answered, nodding her
head. “Oh yeah!”

Jim applied the rod another eight or nine times, then
tossed it onto the deck, admiring the symmetrical stripes up and down her ass,
sit spots, and thighs. She was exquisite and he was nearly bursting with need
for her.

Without waiting another minute, he pulled her into the
water, pressed her front up against the side of the tub and rammed himself home
in her tight, hot sheath. Her body tensed in his arms, and he felt the
beginning tightening of her vagina around him.

“Do it, baby,” he said, encouraging her.

She pushed back against him and they paced each other,
faster and faster. He sweated, even in the water, and her moans got louder,
accompanied by heavy pants. When he reached around and rubbed her clit, she
ground her hips back and cried out. “Jim!”

Her body tightened in a series of spasms around him,
milking his dick like a strong, smooth fist. “Oh yes, baby!” He didn’t hold
back, letting himself release into her and the orgasm was strong, an electric
shock through his balls, curving his spine as he arched his pelvis toward her.

As they began to relax, she leaned forward, gasping
for air, and he bent over her lithe back.

“Don’t ever stop spanking me, Jim,” she whispered.

He had to strain to hear her. “Never, pretty girl.”

“I need a new dress.” Kiki was digging through her
suitcases—she’d refused to take a space in Jim’s more-than-ample closet.
“Damn.”

“Language,” he reminded her, coming up behind her to
cup her breasts. He wriggled them as though they were animated and spoke with a
Mexican accent. “Dress? Dress! We don’t need no stinkin’ dresses!”

Laughing, she covered his hands with her own and
leaned her head back on his chest, responding to her “talking” breasts. “Oh but
you do, boobies.”