Kiki's Millionaire

by Patricia Green

  Although her eyes were still streaming, there was indecision there and not a small amount of desperation. “Just a nudge?”

  He nodded. She was so beautiful, eyes glistening, lips pouting and soft. He wanted to take away all her hurts. She’d hate that, though. Softly, softly.

  When she bit her lower lip, he was undone, and tipped his head down to kiss her. At first, it was a gentle nibbling of her lips, but it deepened, and soon she returned his tongue’s ministrations with her own. She was sweet from champagne and strawberries.

  As he kissed her, he untied the soft scarf around her throat, and then stroked that tender skin with his fingertips. His lips followed his fingertips along the white column so sweetly perfumed for him. She sighed as he nibbled his way down to the juncture of her neck and shoulder. When he bit her there, she moaned softly. He could feel her melting against him. Once more, he took her lips with his own, sucking on her tongue, exploring her mouth with growing ardor. He wanted to soothe her, to comfort her. If he could just convince her to accept what he was offering…

  Her hands moved over his chest, his cheeks, finally entwining in his long hair. She pulled out the leather tie there and ruffled his dark hair around his shoulders.

  “Jim,” she whispered. “We shouldn’t…”

  Her small hands said something very different as she pulled his suit coat open and eased it off his shoulders. As she explored his t-shirted chest, he ran his hands up and down her arms and shoulders, reveling in how small she was in his hands, how dainty and sexy. There was an urgency starting in his pants, but he wouldn’t take what she wasn’t ready to give. He might want to posses her, but was she ready to be possessed?

  “Shouldn’t we?” he countered. “Are you telling me to stop, love?” She teased his nipples through his shirt and a surge of sexual response raced over him, making him harder.

  “No. No, don’t stop.”

  A muddled feeling of triumph and tenderness raced through him and he moved his hands down her chest to cup her small breasts. They were perfectly shaped, small, but curvy, with marble-sized nipples that poked at his palms.

  She hummed an excited encouragement. He plucked at her nipples a few times, rolled his palms over them, then slid his hands around behind her to unzip her dress. It pooled at her feet moments later, and she was left in her lacy bra, thong panties, and high-heeled pumps.

  As she tugged at his t-shirt, he kissed his way down her throat again, finally pausing on a nipple covered with a lace cup. He worried it with his teeth, sucked on it through the fabric until she whined.

  He raised his head, and the black t-shirt Jim wore fell to the floor. It only took a moment for him to unfasten her front-hook bra, pulling it to the sides. While her hands pressed against his broad chest, following the contours of his muscles, he enjoyed her pert nipples and the look of abandon on her face. Her eyes were closed, head thrown back.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed against her body.

  She shrugged out of her bra, then began to unbuckle his belt. He stilled her hands and did the unbuckling and unzipping himself, dropping the balance of his clothes on the floor at their feet.

  When she opened her eyes to look at him, he saw her pupils, large with lust, as well as something more subtle that he couldn’t quite place. Was it sadness? Resignation? Jim lifted her in his arms and set her in the middle of the bed, following her onto the mattress on his knees. He bent over her, peppering her with kisses down her belly, until he reached her panties. Slowly, he worked them off her, kissing her flat stomach and the toned shape of her pelvis.

  She had a small patch of dark hair at the apex of her thighs and he ran his fingers through the short curls’ soft springiness, teasing her until she gripped his hair and pulled. “Jim!”

  He licked at her inner thighs as he tenderly explored her wet slit with his fingers. Eventually, after teasing her until she was moaning unceasingly, he applied the tip of his tongue to her swollen button and her hips shot off the bed. Jim held her still while he lapped at her sweet cream and manipulated her clit without mercy. He could feel her tension build with the swelling of her pussy lips and firm clit.

  “Oh, God, Jim,” she panted. “I’m going to come…I’m going to…”

  He wriggled his face against her, and paused only long enough to encourage her. “Come, baby. Go ahead.”

  She ground her pussy into his face as she called out his name.

  Jim’s dick was ragingly hard, so hard that pressing it against the mattress was painful. His balls felt like two molten spheres of lava, threatening to erupt. He lifted his head and enjoyed the look of rapture and utter languor on Kiki’s lovely face. The smell of her was intoxicating and she seeped a wet spot on the bed. He could feel her pussy pulsing around his fingers. But it was his turn. He needed what she had to give. He wouldn’t steal it from her, but he would take what she offered, and gladly. Using a little pressure from his hands, he encouraged her to turn over and come up on hands and knees. He wanted to see her perfect ass and long back as he took her.

  * * *

  Kiki had never felt so sexy in her life. Jim’s attentions made her feel beautiful and luxe. She wanted to give him that same joy. He was so handsome, so broad and strong, every muscle defined, his biceps like twin columns, and his thick prick ramrod straight against his belly. She looked over her shoulder as she positioned herself as he wanted. Kiki tried to encourage him with a smile and a wiggle of her behind.

  He smacked her butt as he plunged in for the first time, and the bright sensations—hot, stinging and deep penetration—set her on the edge of orgasm immediately. She pressed her fanny back against him, encouraging more and deeper thrusts. Her moans were autonomic; they fell from her lips in noisy exhalations of air. It was all she could do not to cry out ecstatically when he spanked her bottom again and again. She’d been excited by the spankings he’d given her for punishment, but these hard swats during sex were mind-blowing. It never would have occurred to her that a little bit of pain could be sexy, but, oh boy was it!

  As his strokes grew faster, and his spanks harder, she knew he was nearing his pinnacle. She writhed against him, sneaking peeks over her shoulder. His face showed great concentration, the hair loose around his face and shoulders incredibly erotic. Their eyes met and his lips turned up at the corners. “It’s okay if you want to say fuck now, baby.”

  She laughed. “In that case, fuck me, Jim. Fuck me hard.”

  And he did, spanking her throughout. Her butt got progressively hotter. Each swat reverberated as an electric thrill through her clit. Finally, Jim’s control slipped and he shoved hard one last time, spilling himself as deep as was possible, groaning in a low, whisky growl.

  Kiki felt triumphant, as though her femininity had won the moment. Sensation, their sensations, were matched and made into something much stronger than just a physical reaction.

  She looked over her shoulder again, and saw him kneeling there, panting, a soft sheen of sweat all over his gorgeous body, and a traitorous thought shot through Kiki: I love him.

  Chapter 4

  “Ow! Ow! Ow!” The spanks just kept coming, and whether there was more energy behind them or not, they kept stinging worse. She should have known better than to claim duress when Jim had been about to nudge his friend into interviewing her for a job. But it had been duress. The night prior, she’d been terribly upset from a day full of unpleasantness. By the time she got the text message telling her that she was fired, she’d had more than enough. Under those circumstances, anyone might have a weak moment and agree to take a favor that led to an obligation neither party really wanted to have. Despite their incredible lovemaking, Kiki knew that Jim intended to move on. Asking for one more date with her was just his way of being nice when she was down in the dumps. She appreciated it, but definitely didn’t intend to take advantage of him that way. The same was true for his offer to prod a friend regarding a new job. As desperate as her situation had grown, she knew that a favor from him
would naturally obligate her to give him a favor in return. And, really, what had she to give? Nothing. She was a dead weight, and she’d just drag him down. Even trading sex for a job was out, primarily because she didn’t prostitute herself that way, but secondarily because she’d already given herself to him sexually—so there was no novel thing for him to get from more sex with her. She didn’t think of herself as any prize in that regard.

  Still the spanking went on. “Please, Jim! I’m sorry! I just can’t—ow!—ask favors of you like that!” Her fanny was flaming and tears were forming in her eyes.

  “You’re not asking for a favor! I’m offering you something you need, Kiki. Take it!”

  She shook her head and strands of dark hair clung to the perspiration on her forehead. “That really stings, Jim!”

  “Good! Stop being so stubborn.”

  Kiki buried her face in a pillow as she bent over the side of the bed where Jim had pressed her, both of them still naked with the early morning light their only blanket. She didn’t want to shriek and have the neighbors complain again. First one butt cheek and then the other, then a trip down her thighs, then back to her sit-spots, there was a rhythm to his swats, but it hurt too much to use anticipation as a tool to accept what was being done to her abused behind. She lifted her head a little, afraid to get too far from the pillow’s sound dampening miracle foam—and a miracle it was, for containing her howls. “Okay! Okay! I’ll—ow! ow!—I’ll talk to your friend. I will!”

  The spanking stopped. Jim bent to look her in the eye. His jaw was tight, lips a thin line as he stared at her. “And the date. One more date. Don’t forget that part.”

  She nodded into the wet pillow. “Yeah! One more date. Whatever you say! Just no more spanking, please.”

  He gave her one more mighty swat, then stepped away. Kiki flopped onto the bed face first. There was no way she was going to sit on her beleaguered butt for at least a week. Well…the stinging was subsiding into a capsaicin burn, so maybe a little less than a week.

  She heard him shuffling around behind her and pushed herself up off the bed. Standing was likely to produce fewer painful twinges on the skin of her butt. Jim was getting dressed. Kiki stood there, admiring him for a few moments. His broad chest was so good for snuggling up against, as they’d done through the night—well, snuggling and other things. It would be heaven to have him there for cuddles on a regular basis. Unfortunately, no matter how much she wanted it, it just wasn’t likely to happen. He clung to the memory of his dead wife and wasn’t available to the likes of Kiki.

  They dressed in an awkward silence. Kiki thought maybe Jim was still mad at her for being stubborn, and really, she was annoyed with him for being stubborn as well. Just one more date, though. Just one. Irritation became unhappiness. Jim had become a force in her life; she’d miss him so much.

  “I can’t be there with you when you interview with John Heath.” He was putting his hair back into its tidy queue.

  “That’s fine. If I have to do this, I want to do it on my own. I don’t need a dam- dumb babysitter.” Kiki felt that now-familiar bristling that occurred whenever Jim treated her like a fragile flower.

  He sent her a sharp look. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

  “I know nothing of the sort, Jim. I don’t know you well enough to know how you think.”

  “You know me well enough to sleep with me.”

  Kiki’s ire rose at his smug comment. “That was a mistake. Won’t happen again.” Cool sandals felt good on her bare feet and her jeans were worn and comfortable--comforting. She headed for her purse, intending to take a walk while Jim finished up and left. She didn’t want to argue with him, not when their time together was so limited.

  He blocked her way without touching her. His size was intimidating, but she knew he’d never harm her, so she set her jaw and confronted him. “Excuse me!”

  “No. I don’t like the way this has gone, Kiki. We had a good night, but this morning you’re acting like I’m nothing but a thorn in your side.”

  Was she mad at him, or at herself for making herself even more vulnerable by sleeping with him? The wind went out of her sails and she turned away and began straightening the coverlet on the bed. She felt emotional and wanted to hide her face. “I’m sorry. Things just haven’t been going too well for me lately. I guess I’m taking it out on you.”

  She heard him approach and stiffened as his arms came around her from behind.

  “Look, sweetheart,” he said softly, his mouth close to her ear. “I can make things so much easier for you. Why don’t you let me?”

  “I can’t, godda-..um. I just can’t.”

  “Why not?”

  Gentle kisses on her ear were distracting, and she couldn’t help but relax in his arms.

  “I have to do things on my own. I don’t want to be dependent.”

  “Have you ever been dependent as an adult?”

  She shook her head slightly. “Not really. I wouldn’t know how. I’ve been on my own since I started college.”

  “Sometimes, Kiki, a person needs a little help from a friend.”

  Kiki straightened and stepped away. Her jaw tightened as she faced him. “Not me. I can do it on my own. I don’t need any help. If I fail, I’ll only have myself to blame.”

  A wrinkle formed between his eyebrows. “You agreed to the job interview.”

  She nodded. “Yeah. I’ll do it too. And give it my best shot. A deal’s a deal, even if I don’t like how it came about.”

  He nodded, seemingly satisfied. “Good. Unfortunately, I have to be in Los Angeles for some meetings on Monday. I’ll be leaving tomorrow because my first meeting is at eight a.m.”

  “Fine.”

  Jim took her arm gently. “I’ll call you between meetings, Kiki. I want things to go well for you. Just be yourself.”

  “Can I fu- frig-” She sighed. “Flippin’ be anyone else?”

  He smiled. “No, and I wouldn’t want you to be. I like you the way you are.”

  She snorted. “Except for the way I swear.”

  Jim rubbed her arm then got his suit coat and slipped it on. “Well, there is that. No one’s perfect.” He bent and gave her a sweet kiss as she opened the door for him. It was a meeting of lips and light tongue caresses, nothing demanding, just a coaxing tenderness. “I’ll call you on Monday. We’ll do that date on Monday night.”

  Kiki sighed and nodded. “Okay. Have a good trip.”

  * * *

  The late spring morning was warm, and Kiki was regretting wearing her red wool suit. But it was her best business attire. Combined with a white satin blouse and black mid-heel pumps, she felt confident that she looked ready for work. She was nervous about the interview. The private school’s headmaster wasn’t a direct friend of Jim’s. He was, in fact, doing a favor for the parent of one of his students, and that parent was a close friend of Jim’s. She didn’t know what kind of job she could do at a school. Maybe an administrative position. Secretary, maybe, or file clerk. Beggars couldn’t be choosers. Damn but that statement fit her.

  There was a plinth on the sprawling lawn in front of the brick-fronted school. It said, “Wildwood Academy,” in perfectly etched letters. Kiki had looked them up on the internet. It was a day school with a boarding option. According to their website, they worked with children in grades seven through twelve. Basically, it was a college-prep school for rich kids; the kind of place a girl who grew up on pancakes rather than steak could never even aspire to belong in. But here she was, walking up to the administrative offices like she had a right to be there.

  She squared her shoulders as she approached the administrative assistant outside a wooden door with a nameplate saying, “John Heath, PhD, Headmaster.”

  It took only a moment to introduce herself to the young woman admin. About five minutes later, after Kiki took a seat on a leather chair outside the door, a man came out of the office. He had a genial smile on his face—a very attractive face. “Hello,
Ms. Mackenzie. I’m John Heath.”

  Kiki smiled and offered her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Doctor Heath.”

  “Call me John, please.” He held her hand a moment longer than she would have expected.

  “Only if you’ll call me Kiki.”

  “It’s a deal. Please come in. Let’s talk.”

  His office wasn’t the wood-paneled, old fashioned, scholar’s space she was expecting. It had forest green walls with white crown molding, and blonde woods complementing the beige leather sofa and club chairs. Kiki took a comfortable chair across the desk from him.

  John seemed to have all the time in the world for her. They chatted about the weather, books, and a new art exhibit in one of the local galleries. He seemed genuinely interested in her comments, and his brown eyes were engaged and intelligent. Eventually, though, he asked to see her C.V.

  He looked it over carefully and asked a few questions, focusing his queries on an obscure paper she’d written as a grad student. They talked about it for a few minutes, and then the real grilling started.

  “So how do you know the DiMaggios? Their children are shining stars here at the academy.”

  “Well, John, I don’t actually know them in person. They’re friends with one of my friends and thought maybe I’d be a good fit for Wildwood.” She tried to sound confident, as though friends of friends gave her opportunities all the time.

  “I see. The DiMaggios are nice people. Renzo is prominent in his field. You might say that he’s got some powerful friends.”

  She nodded, beginning to feel like her blouse was tight around her throat.

  “Who directed you to the DiMaggios, Kiki?”

  “Um.” What kind of impression would Heath get if she gave James Chesterfield’s name? She wasn’t a name-dropper by nature. Would he even believe her? She decided to just plow through. If they didn’t offer her a job, well, so be it. That was about the worst thing they could do to her—they couldn’t hit her. “Actually, James Chesterfield is a friend of mine and he’s also a friend of Mister DiMaggio.”