Her Millionaire Master

by Maria Monroe

  The paddle landed hard in the center of her ass.

  “Answer me, Bella.”

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, Kane.”

  “Good. You’re learning. Now I will begin again. Ah, wait. This,” he said, setting what looked like a very old stopwatch onto the back rest of the couch next to her, “is an antique. A stopwatch I picked up on my travels. Let’s set it to… five minutes, shall we? I will spank you just like this until the stopwatch sounds.” He picked it back up, and Bella could hear him twisting it, then he set it back down so she could hear the ticking as it counted down the time.

  Five minutes could go quickly. Or it could take forever. And she knew that this five minutes would be like an infinity.

  When he spanked her again she resisted the urge to reach back, but it was hard. The paddle stung, and though he varied the strength of each spank, sometimes spanking her lightly and sometimes so hard it took her breath away, she was having a hard time staying in position.

  “It hurts,” she murmured, tears slipping from her eyes. “Kane, it hurts.”

  “Good,” he said, his voice even and calm. “It’s supposed to, Bella.”

  He kept spanking her, and she jumped with each fall of the leather on her tender skin. Her panties were doing little to protect her bottom, and it hurt more than anything she remembered in her life. Worse, it was loud, the smacking sound surrounding them. The fact that it was her bottom being soundly spanked so loudly made her face turn red, redder than her bottom probably was, she thought, more tears streaming down her face.

  When the alarm finally sounded, she was crying hard. Kane stopped immediately, scooping up the stopwatch and putting it into his pocket. “Stay just like that, Bella,” he commanded. “I’m going to give you a short break before the next part.”

  Next part? She couldn’t handle it. She couldn’t. But with that thought came the realization that her panties were now almost uncomfortably wet. Soaking.

  She couldn’t see what Kane was doing, but she heard him open the door and then, a few minutes later, the distinct sound of ice cubes clinking in a glass. He was talking on the phone, and she could only hear his end of the conversation.

  “Yes. Holdings Industries. I’d like a report for the last three months. Yes.” It was a business discussion she could tell, and the fact that she was bent over the couch, her ass on fire, while he casually talked shop on the phone just added to her humiliation. What would the person on the other end think if he or she could see her like this? What would anyone think to see her like this?

  Kane continued talking on the phone as he approached her again. She could smell his subtle scent of cologne, clean and spicy, as he idly ran a finger up and down her right ass cheek, over her underwear. Then he walked away again and finally hung up the phone.

  “Let’s continue, Bella, shall we?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “I want you to get off the couch and stand in front of me.”

  She did, wincing slightly as her butt smarted, then stood in front of him fighting the urge to cover herself up, because she was wearing only her panties now.

  His eyes moved up and down over her body, and Bella could see heat in his eyes. Desire. But was it the desire to punish her or to have her? What was the difference for him? Where did one stop and the other begin? There was no time to think further about it, though, because he spoke.

  “Take off your panties and hand them to me.”

  She shut her eyes momentarily in embarrassment. He’d find out how wet she was. She’d thought that maybe, somehow, she could hide that from him. But it would be impossible now. Slowly she slid the fabric down her thighs, stepping out of her black panties. With a shaking hand she held them out to him.

  When he took them from her, he raised an eyebrow. “Why, Bella,” he said, “your panties are soaked. Perhaps I wasn’t spanking you hard enough before. Maybe spanking you on the bare will help a bit. Now. Ask me to spank you again, on the bare and with the paddle.”

  Bella wanted to protest, but she knew she couldn’t. Summoning up all her courage, she looked into Kane’s eyes. “Kane,” she said, her voice low, “please spank me on my bare bottom with the leather paddle.”

  “Should I spank you hard?” he asked, his stern face making it clear what he wanted to hear from her.

  “Yes, please. Spank me hard, Kane.”

  There it was again. A twitch of a muscle in his jaw. Like he was holding back. And a low, predatory growl. This was turning him on. She knew it, and despite everything, a shock of victory sparked inside her.

  “Back over the couch, Bella,” he demanded, and she moved quickly to get in place.

  This time when she bent over she was aware of being naked, of the fact that Kane could now see everything, her wet pussy and her ass, which was probably bright red by now.

  “Legs spread. Wider, Bella.”

  She opened them farther, the air in the room so cool against her wet, wet core.

  “Perfect. Let’s see. How many minutes shall we do this time?”

  Bella could tell it was a rhetorical question, but her body shook as she waited for his decision.

  “I think,” he finally said, “three minutes will be fine.”

  “No!” Bella exclaimed. She hadn’t meant to say anything; she knew she wasn’t supposed to. But five minutes on top of her panties had been almost too much. There was no way she could do three on her bare bottom.

  “No?” asked Kane. “Well. Maybe you’re right. Let’s make it four, then.”

  No! In her mind, Bella was screaming in argument, but she resisted the urge to say something out loud, because then surely Kane would raise the time to five minutes, or more, and she was positive that would be too much.

  He set the stopwatch, placing it once more by Bella on the top of the couch back. As it began to tick, she clenched her body in anticipation. Kane stepped back, then rubbed the leather over her sore, sore ass.

  “You,” he said, bringing the paddle down hard on her right cheek, “are going to be so red,” he continued, bringing the paddle down hard on her left cheek, “when we are done.” With that he began spanking in earnest. For at least a minute he worked the paddle over her ass, moving it higher and lower and alternating between her right and left side. Sometimes he spanked her, hard, right in the middle.

  Bella was crying, her ‘ows’ and ‘ohs’ becoming louder and louder, from mutters to screams, but somehow she managed to stay in position.

  After about a minute he slowed down. Now, he spanked her lightly, but in the exact same place, over and over again. At first, it seemed like a relief, the lighter smacks so much easier than the hard ones from before. But soon the stinging built, gathered, until she was clenching her fists and biting her lip, doing everything she could not to move out of position.

  She wasn’t sure how long he did that, but he ended the spanking with hard hits once more, searing pain making her alternately clench her teeth and cry out with each one. Finally, the watch buzzed, and Kane, once more, stopped immediately.

  This time, Bella was sobbing, her arm where her cheek lay wet from tears. She wanted him to comfort her. To say something. Anything. But he walked away. She could hear him pick up his glass, the ice clinking again. She heard him set it back down on the desk.

  Then he was behind her, touching her gently on the shoulder. “You can get up, now, Bella.”

  She did, gingerly sitting on the couch, her bottom so sore that even the well-worn leather made it hurt worse.

  “You did well, Bella. I was… surprised. Impressed at how well you took your punishment.” He sat next to her. “We’re almost done. Back over my knee now.”

  “No,” she whimpered. She couldn’t take any more. It was impossible. But she had to try. Knowing she had a safeword made her braver, made her able to lie back over his lap again. Because she could end it at any point. And she wasn’t there yet.

  Without a word, Kane pull
ed her left leg so it was lying against the couch back. Then he pushed her right leg so it was off his lap, her legs spread wide once more. And once more, her pussy throbbed at his dominance, at how he didn’t even ask permission, just did it.

  “I’m going to finish with my hand, just like we started,” he said. “Are you ready, Bella?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  When he began, Bella almost brought her legs together tight. Because now Kane wasn’t spanking her ass. He was spanking her on the very highest parts of her thighs, just where they met, right by her wet, wet pussy. Sometimes he smacked the lowest curve of her inner butt, so close to her cunt that she wriggled around in pain, yes, but also pleasure. The spanks were much lighter than before, and her naked clit was rubbing on his pants, and she felt like if he kept doing this much longer she would come. Would he be mad if she did? Certainly an orgasm wasn’t part of a real punishment. But she couldn’t help it, couldn’t help the fact that she could feel his hard dick through his pants, that it made her even hotter to know how much he was enjoying this too.

  And she couldn’t help the building of pleasure in her body as his hand swatted so close to her pussy he was almost touching her there. Couldn’t help writhing against his lap to provide friction to her tortured clit. Suddenly she didn’t care how mad he’d be. And besides, there was no stopping the pleasure that began to build until her body tightened and released. Bella tried in vain to hold back the moans that poured forth as her body was driven higher and higher into one of the most intense climaxes she’d ever had.

  Abruptly, Kane stopped spanking, but his hand remained on her ass. He trailed a finger lower, until he was between her legs, touching her still-convulsing pussy. “Bella,” he said, his voice deep. “Did you just come?”

  “Yes,” she answered. There would be no use lying to him. Surely he could feel her pussy contracting around his finger as he inserted it, but just the tip, into her wetness.

  “Did I say you could?” There was warning in his voice.

  “No, but you didn’t say I couldn’t,” she pleaded.

  He chuckled, surprising her. “You’re right, Bella. I supposed you didn’t break a rule if it was never made in the first place.” He pushed his finger into her a tiny bit more.

  Bella gasped. She wanted him. So badly. Wanted his finger all the way inside her, then two fingers, then his thick cock, plunging deep and hard into her.

  But he pulled his hand away, and pushed her into a standing position. For a few long moments he stared into her eyes, his filled with such intensity she wanted to look away. But she didn’t. What was he thinking? Why wasn’t he saying anything?

  Finally, he spoke. “Good night, Bella. You’ll find the bed quite comfortable. As I said, there’s a bathroom right next to this room. Drinks and light snacks in the fridge.” He pointed to a mini-fridge, paneled in luxurious and shiny wood so that she hadn’t even noticed it in the middle of the shelves he had. “If you need more, you’ll find the kitchen well-stocked. I’ll be working, so unless it’s an emergency, no interruptions until morning, at which time you’re free to leave.”

  She nodded.

  “Do you need anything, Bella? Are you all right?”

  It seemed an odd question, considering he’d just been spanking her ass, hard. But she shook her head. “I’m fine, Kane.”

  “Then I’ll leave you,” he said, stalking to the door and exiting, shutting it behind him.

  Confused, Bella sat on the bed, trying to get her mind straight. She’d just been punished, hard, by her extremely hot but arrogant neighbor. And it had hurt, so much that she’d cried! Still, she’d come, hard and fast, over his lap. It was crazy! But it had happened. And it was going to happen four more times. Naked, she pulled the covers to her chin and curled up. She wanted to wash up, to brush her teeth, maybe have a snack. Instead, though, she sank into deep sleep in seconds, aware of nothing more until the morning.

  * * *

  Bella woke to the scent of bacon and coffee, two of her very favorite smells in the world. Sighing deeply, she sat up, surprised that she’d slept so well in a strange bed. She was alone, the room dim. When she stretched and got up to find her clothes, she winced slightly at the soreness in her butt, and blushed, even though nobody was around to see, at the memories of everything that had happened last night.

  Her clothes were on the coffee table where she’d put them the night before when Kane had made her strip, and she pulled them on quickly. All except her panties, which were missing. Oh, well, it was only a half-block walk home, and she could handle that without any underwear. She left the bed down and unmade—Kane hadn’t said anything about making the bed—and picked up her overnight bag. Then she slipped into the hallway to find the bathroom.

  It was right next door, like Kane had said, and she went in, locking the door behind her. It was huge: marble floors gleamed when she turned on the light and headed to the modern sink, see-through, like a large glass bowl. She washed her hands and splashed water on her face, glancing up in the mirror at herself. She was surprised at how vibrant she looked. How alive. Even with her makeup mostly worn away and her face slightly smudged, there was something about her that shone. She erased the remnants of makeup, then looked around at the huge walk-in shower and the separate room with a toilet in it. A floor-length mirror drew her attention, and dying to check out her ass, to see how red it was, she headed over. She turned her back to the mirror, lifted her skirt, and looked over her shoulder to see her reflection.

  Her skin was pink, with darker red marking a few places. But it wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be. And it definitely wasn’t bad as she’d been sure it would be during the worst of the spanking last night. Wonderingly, she reached back and touched her flesh, her clit springing to life as she remembered the look in Kane’s eyes, the way he made her ask for her punishment, and, at the end, the way he gently spanked her just around the edges of her pussy.

  And now she was going to see him again. She wasn’t sure how he would act toward her, and part of her wanted to sneak out the front door so she didn’t have to face him until next Friday. But another part of her was dying to see him. To get to know him better. Drinking coffee with someone was, sometimes, much more intimate than drinking alcohol. Especially the morning after something had happened. And she didn’t want to miss this chance to see him in a different light.

  When she was done in the bathroom, she headed to the kitchen, but was surprised—and slightly disappointed—to find Charles there instead of Kane.

  “Morning, sunshine,” said Charles, smiling broadly at Bella.

  She couldn’t help smiling back. She’d liked Charles from the start, his vivacious personality, his apparently genuine kindness. He radiated compassion and humor, and she enjoyed being around him. “Morning,” she answered.

  Charles set a steaming mug of coffee on the kitchen island, slid a pitcher of cream and a sugar bowl her way, and gestured to one of the high-backed stools. “Have a seat,” he said. Then, as if rethinking, “Or, you can stand, if you’d prefer.”

  Bella flushed. He knew. He knew what had happened last night. Right then she wanted to die of embarrassment so she didn’t have to acknowledge the fact that somebody other than her and Kane was aware of what had gone on.

  But Charles waved his hand in the air dismissively as he flipped the bacon with the other. “No worries, babe. There are very few secrets between Kane and me. We’ve been best friends for years, and I know what he’s into, if you know what I mean.”

  Bella sat on the chair, trying to get comfortable despite the fact that it stung to rest her ass on the wood. Especially since she didn’t have any panties on right now.

  “I’m sorry,” continued Charles. “It’s none of my business. Bacon?”

  “Sure.”

  Charles pulled down a plate from one of the cabinets, then scooped some fluffy scrambled eggs and a few slices of bacon onto it, setting it in front of Bella.
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  “Thanks,” she said quietly, picking at the eggs with her fork. “Where’s Kane?” she managed to ask.

  “Business trip. He left early this morning. I came by to drop off some stuff and make sure you were OK.”

  “Oh,” said Bella, waving her hand in what she hoped was a dismissive gesture. “I’m fine! Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?”

  Charles tilted his head slightly, glancing at her curiously under his mane of gorgeous blond hair. Finally, he spoke. “You might not be OK because Kane, who’s my best friend so I’d also say this to his face, can be a complete and total asshole, Bella. That’s why. And because I told him this… arrangement… was a bad idea. But of course he doesn’t listen to me. He doesn’t listen to anybody.” Charles rolled his eyes and put some food on his own plate.

  “It’s fine,” said Bella. “I fucked up, Charles. To the tune of somewhere between fifteen and twenty thousand dollars. That’s a huge mistake.”

  “You’d be better off just letting him cash the check,” said Charles quietly. “Trust me. Kane can be precise. Meticulous. Everything he does measured and exact. But that also makes him cold, Bella. I love him like a brother, but I’ve seen him hurt more women than I can count. So I’m telling you, get away from him as fast as you can.”

  “I won’t get hurt. It’s a simple agreement,” argued Bella.

  “Except nothing’s simple with Kane,” said Charles. “Eat something. Please.” He gestured at her plate.

  Suddenly Bella realized she was ravenous, and the eggs and bacon Charles had cooked were perfect. She wasn’t sure if her huge appetite was due to everything that had happened the night before, but she shoveled the food into her mouth, washing it down with a huge swig of coffee.

  Charles simply watched, a smile on his face.

  “I’m sorry,” she said when she was done. “I kind of pigged out just now.”

  “You can be yourself around me,” said Charles. “And I will always tell you the truth. I tell everyone the truth. Even Kane, though he doesn’t like to hear it most of the time.”