Kiki's Millionaire

by Patricia Green

  She thought about it for a moment. His open expression suggested that he wasn’t trying to be smug or insensitive. He truly wanted to share his good fortune with her. How could she turn that down? “Alright.”

  They parked in the wide driveway, and Jim came around and opened the car door for her. He took her hand and hurried them toward the door. His enthusiasm was infectious and Kiki couldn’t hold back a giggle.

  The door opened before they got to it and Ernie stood holding it wide as they walked in. The foyer had a cathedral-style ceiling with potted spotlights. The floor was some sort of opaque glass tiles. A wooden staircase led from the back of the foyer up to the second floor. There were a pair of small tables against the walls, and an umbrella and coat stand not far from the door. An archway led off to the right and Kiki glimpsed overstuffed sofas and chairs and the corner of a pool table. Closed double-doors led off to the left.

  Jim stood there and beamed. “You like?”

  She nodded. “Very nice.”

  “Would you like a glass of wine before dinner?”

  She needed a glass of wine. Kiki’s shoulder muscles hurt, she was so keyed up. “Damn right…ur…yes, please.”

  He metronomed a finger at her, but his grin said he’d let the slip go…this time. Jim took her hand again and led her through the archway. It was a generously-sized room with a large fireplace on one wall. A pool table took up a portion of the space, with bistro tables and bar stools set at a distance from it. There was a giant TV on the wall by the billiard table. Jim led her toward the cushy seating area and pushed her toward a seat on a puffy suede couch.

  “Red or white?”

  “Red, please.”

  Kiki had to admit, it was a comfortable room. Large but without pretension. She tried to relax as Jim went to a wet bar in the corner behind the seating area. She heard the soft pop of a cork and a moment after, Jim brought her a glass of deep red wine.

  As he took a seat next to her on the couch, Jim clinked glasses with her. “To good times with friends,” he said.

  Kiki smiled as best she could. These good times were almost over. “I’ll drink to that.” She took a sip and tasted the rich fruitiness of a zinfandel. “Good wine.”

  “There’s a little winery I have…” he seemed to think better of that comment. “It’s from Napa.”

  “I’m no connoisseur. You could have said it was from Idaho and I wouldn’t have known the difference. It’s good, though.”

  He put a knee up on the couch cushion and turned to face her.

  “So, what are you looking for? What’s your Prince Charming like?”

  Kiki nearly choked on her wine. “I—um…”

  Jim smiled. “I know he can’t be much like me. You hate my money and you only barely tolerate me.” He winked. “I think you like the spankings, though.”

  “I do not.”

  “Oh, yes you do.”

  “This is childish. What woman in her right mind would like to have her as- fanny spanked?”

  He shrugged. “I don’t know about being in the right mind—sometimes I think you’re loony as a fruit bat—but I can tell when a woman is excited.”

  Kiki squirmed uncomfortably. Even talking about spanking made her a little hot. The memory of Jim’s hard hand on her bottom was erotic to say the least. “Do we have to talk about this?”

  “Are you saying that you don’t get excited when I spank you?”

  “Yes.”

  His eyebrows rose. “Liar.”

  “It’s just a coincidence.”

  “Your excited pussy has just happened to coincide with my spanking your ass?”

  “Ah-ha.”

  “Three times.”

  Kiki felt her face go red. “The middle one doesn’t count.”

  “You mean the one when we made love?”

  She groaned. Her nipples felt like they were going to harden into diamonds as she remembered him smacking her bottom in counterpoint to his thrusts. She knew her panties were getting moist. “Jim, you’re being a bully.”

  He held a hand up in surrender, then sipped at his wine. “I’m just saying that I think you like corporal punishment. That it turns you on. Why, I’ll bet you’re getting wet just talking about it.”

  “Of course not.”

  Jim nodded toward her chest. “Your nipples say otherwise.”

  “My nipples are no concern of yours.”

  “As you like. But I’ll bet I can make you come just by spanking you.”

  She choked and he patted her on the back. “I won’t bet you over such a silly thing.”

  “’Fraid?”

  Actually, she was very afraid. If he touched her again that way, she knew she’d be chocolate on a hot day, melting into a messy puddle. But she didn’t want to be a coward. Kiki Mackenzie was never a coward. He’d pretty much challenged her to hold back an orgasm. She’d never actually tried to do that. How hard could it be?

  “No, I’m not afraid.”

  “Then take my bet.”

  “What are the stakes?”

  “Well, it wouldn’t be dates--we already agreed on that.” He thought for a moment. “How about a book?”

  “A book? What do you mean?”

  “If I win, you give me one of your children’s books to try to market. You’d get all the profits, of course. And if you win, you can have any one of my first editions. I have a full library and some of the firsts are very valuable.”

  Her pussy was hot and wet; she could feel it swelling with interest. Just a little spank and she’d win the bet. Books were a huge temptation. Of course, she wasn’t going to lose so there would be no obligation, just a straight bet: value for value. She willed her clit to stop throbbing. It didn’t work.

  “Okay. A book for a book.”

  “Full disclosure: I get to choose which position I spank you in.”

  He’d spanked her over his lap and with her bent over the bed. How many positions could there be? “Okay, but no implements. Only your hand.”

  “I agree; we’re on.” He checked his watch. “It’s dinner time. We’ll work on our bet later.”

  “Okay.” Anticipation began to make her seeping cunt vibrate with eagerness.

  Jim took her wineglass from her, put it down on a table, and gently pulled her up from the couch. He cupped her chin with both hands and smiled as he tipped up her face. When his lips claimed hers, Kiki thought maybe the bet was going to be harder than she anticipated. Softly, his tongue traced her lips and she opened to him like a lotus blossom. She wanted to stop herself from enjoying the caress of his tongue on hers, but she was so crazy about him, it was more than difficult. It was just plain impossible.

  Kiki groaned and simply abandoned herself to the sensation for a few moments. He teased her with nips and playful tugs on her lips.

  She gave herself a mental shake and reminded herself that this was their last date. No more Jim after this. He’d go back to his supermodels, and she’d go back to her books. It was a rotten deal, and her heart was taking a pummeling, but life wasn’t fair sometimes. Love couldn’t conquer everything. And, oh shit but he made her body tremble with lust.

  The kiss ended and she felt woozy. He held her up by her shoulders and smiled down at her, his blue eyes like laser beams bouncing off her braincase.

  “Dinner?” he offered.

  All she could do was nod.

  * * *

  Dinner was served by a woman dressed in a chef’s uniform and bright blue Crocs. Jim introduced her as Ernie’s wife, Evangelina, his “Kitchen Goddess.” He leaned toward Kiki and said conspiratorially, “I can cook a steak or a fresh trout, but that is about my whole repertoire. Evangelina keeps my diet healthy.” Then he turned back to the young woman and thanked her sincerely. Evangelina smiled and went back into the kitchen.

  Kiki enjoyed the food. It was a Thai noodle something-or-other, but not too spicy. She added Sriracha to make it hot and Jim did as well. “You had this made mild just in case I didn’t like spi
cy food?”

  He nodded. “I like it pretty hot.”

  “Me, too,” she told him. “I love Thai food.”

  He grinned. “Another thing we have in common.”

  Kiki felt a sharp pang of regret that their relationship had to end so soon. She was barely getting to know him; it was a joy to find out what interests they shared. The list had grown over the last few dates. If he wasn’t a millionaire and far above her station in life, there could have been… She did a mental Karate chop on that thought.

  Dessert was a light lemon zabaglione with a dollop of Courvoisier whipped cream. Her mouth was very satisfied when she finally pushed her little bowl away.

  Jim leaned back in his chair and gave her a bright smile. “A little digestif out by the pool? I think the evening is warm enough.”

  “That sounds nice.” Her body had calmed through dinner, but she’d been distracted by the good food. The idea of spending a little romantic time with him did a double-whammy on her nipples and clit, getting their attention all over again. The more time she spent with him, the more miserable she was over things ending. She almost wished they’d get to the spanking and get it over with.

  Sitting poolside was damn luxurious on the soft, warm evening. They lingered over their wine, but Kiki was very careful not to have too much. She’d need all of her faculties in order to win the bet. When he rose from the table and offered her his hand, she knew it was time and her already excited body almost felt itchy with anticipation.

  “Mind if we go into my bedroom? I think we’ll want some privacy.”

  She thought of Ernie and Evangelina and felt a blush steal over her face. “I think that’s a good idea.” Kiki tried not to let the little thrill she felt at the idea of being in his bedroom alone together swamp her thoughts. It was about privacy, privacy, privacy.

  He led her up the wide staircase and to a closed door. He opened it and revealed a very large room, dominated by an over-sized bed, covered with a fluffy comforter in yellows and blues.

  Jim closed the door and leaned back against it. “Bare bottom, Kiki.”

  “I didn’t agree to that!”

  “Have I ever spanked you with your clothes on? Why would this be different?”

  He was right, of course. She had no reason to think this would be different from before. It was unreasonable of her to demand it. Damn! Her panties felt increasingly wet and uncomfortable.

  “Do you want me to take your panties off?” he offered.

  “No!” That would be disastrous. “I’ll do it.”

  She turned her back to him and shimmied out of her sensible bikini panties. When she turned back, he was shirtless and peeling off his trousers. Her arousal grew as she watched his prick spring out from behind his zipper.

  “What are you doing?”

  His cock was hard, jutting out with pride. “I’m getting ready to spank you.”

  “But-”

  “We never said I had to be clothed.”

  No, they never had. She’d just assumed. You know what they say about assuming. “I guess.”

  He smiled and moved onto the bed, lying propped on pillows in the middle. He looked powerful and incredibly masculine, his penis bobbing as he squirmed into place.

  She faced him, trying not to look but unable to help herself. “Now what are you doing?”

  “Waiting for you.”

  “We’re not going to have sex, Jim.”

  “We agreed on a spanking. We agreed that I could pick the position.”

  “Yeah.” She hardly knew what to think. “What position did you have in mind?”

  “Come sit on me.” He patted his thigh.

  “You want me to sit on your dick?”

  “I get to pick the—“

  “Position. Yeah right. This is cheating.”

  “You agreed.”

  Her brows drew together. “I’m missing the spanking part here.”

  “Don’t worry. I’m only going to spank you. Nothing else.”

  “How?”

  “You’ll see.”

  She sighed. It was going to be mighty difficult to win this bet. She’d agreed, though. It was a mantra she repeated under her breath as she approached the bed. Fortunately, she still had her dress on. It wouldn’t be totally like having sex.

  “On you go,” he said.

  Kiki knelt over his thighs cautiously, looking to his face for confirmation that he really intended for her to sit on his tumescent cock. He smiled and took his hardon in hand.

  Biting her lower lip, Kiki raised her hips and let him guide himself into her wet pussy. It was a silky, easy glide. She could see the satisfied glimmer in his eyes as he confirmed that the situation made her hot.

  “I think you’ll have to take off your dress, Kiki.”

  “No!”

  “Then you’ll have to hold it up. I can’t spank your bare bottom with the dress over it.”

  “Goddamnit, Jim! You’re taking advantage!”

  “I suppose I am.” His look said he was totally unrepentant.

  “Bastard.” She tugged her dress up over her head and tossed it on the corner of the bed. Her lacy bra was all that was left, but she couldn’t see how he could legitimately ask her to take that off, too. “Now, I suppose you want me to ride you.”

  “On the contrary. I want you to stay as still as you can.”

  What new trick was this? “Still?”

  “As you can. Yes.”

  She narrowed her eyes at him, but he only grinned. “Yeah, okay.”

  “Ready?”

  The anticipation was making her clit throb. She knew it was swollen out from under its hood. He only had to touch it and she’d completely fall apart. But that would be cheating; no getting around it. She didn’t think he’d do that. “Yes! Just spank me, will you?”

  He reached around her hip and gave her a swat on her right ass cheek. She started, but it wasn’t so bad. Another swat followed, on the other cheek. “Ow!”

  A few more spanks later, and she was perspiring and crying out nonsense with every strike, trying very hard to concentrate on the pain of her butt and not on the hard, smooth rod in her pussy. She wriggled and it only made things worse.

  “Still, Kiki.”

  She growled and tried with all her might not to squirm. More swats, and her whole torso felt like it was a sparkler on the 4th of July. She simply had to move. She had to.

  “You’re a fuckin’ fucker, Jim,” she muttered on a moan.

  His hands connected with her hot bottom in a one-two cadence and a thrill shot from her clit to her nipples and back down to her dripping twat. “You’re not being still, Kiki.”

  She had the minor pleasure of hearing his voice rumbling as it did when he was excited. So she was getting to him, too.

  With every spank, she rocked some more and the pressure in her vagina grew. His cock slid easily in and out of her as she moved, a few inches with each stroke, but enough to friction her into a frustrated wreck.

  He groaned as she moved faster. Her hips were out of her control. Her body was burning up with need. “You’re going to lose the bet, Kiki,” he warned her.

  “I don’t fuckin’ care!”

  “Do you concede?” His tone was tense. He was fighting himself.

  “Yes! I give up!”

  He stopped spanking and began to thrust up into her, directing her hips to push himself in and out of her with longer strokes. “Touch your clit, baby.”

  She didn’t need his permission, but she took his suggestion enthusiastically. Her fingers worried her swollen button for less than thirty seconds when the sensation washed over her like a tidal surge. She cried out loudly, the orgasm long, hard, more overwhelming than anything she’d felt before.

  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.