Myka and the Millionaire

by Alexis Alvarez

  “Yes?” Myka asked, tingling with anticipation, as he arranged her body over his. With his legs spread slightly, her hips were over his thighs, forcing her buttocks to jut upwards, and her legs lay behind him, feet touching the cushions. His heavy erection pushed into her pelvis, and she wiggled, trying to tease him.

  “Tell me.” His voice was implacable.

  Hers was low, tremulous. “You’re going to sp-spank me.”

  “And do you know why I tied your hands up?”

  “Because—because…” Myka broke off, looking at the red tie, so bold against the white silk of the couch and the pale peach of her narrow wrists.

  “Because I’m going to spank you nice and hard, Myka, until you’re squirming and begging me to stop. And I want your hands out of the way, understand?”

  “How—how hard?”

  His voice was seductive. “Until you can barely take it. Until you’re so hot and crazy with the pain and the arousal that you’re dying for me to fuck you. That’s how hard. Relax your cheeks. Don’t clench up, understand?”

  “Yes, sir.” Myka forced herself to keep her ass cheeks soft.

  “Are you ready for me to begin?”

  “Yes!” It was a plaintive plea. She wanted it, she feared it, she was a mix of emotions.

  “Then ask me nicely. Tell me why I’m doing this.”

  “Please, sir. Spank me. I, um, I disobeyed you before, several times, and I deserve to be punished. It’s the only way I’ll learn to be obedient for you.”

  He sucked in a breath and Myka felt his legs and cock tighten under her belly and breasts. Yes, there was a definite exchange here, and it was more fluid than it appeared on the surface. So much of the equation lay in her hands, in her acceptance of his demands, in her enjoyment at being bound, at his mercy, at the fact that this submission made her wet and needy for him.

  “Very well,” he agreed. “Then punish you I shall.”

  His hand cracked down hard on her ass check, making her cry out at the sharp sting. “Ow.”

  He didn’t respond, but slapped the other cheek equally hard, making her cry out again. “Gabriel! Ouch.”

  “Quiet,” he told her, and his hand fell, alternating left and right, hitting hard and evenly with the flat of his palm. The blows were nowhere near full force, but he was strong and he was hitting to sting, and after about thirty hard slaps, Myka’s ass burned. She struggled, trying to pull her wrists free, and kicked her legs, connecting with air and soft fabric.

  “Myka,” he scolded her. “We’ve only just begun,” and continued spanking, loud slaps that reverberated in the room, mixing with her soft cries and moans and pleas.

  “Gabriel! Ouch. That hurts. Stop.”

  Gabriel paused, rubbed her flaming skin, and bent his head down. “Stop? Or keep going?” Myka’s breath hitched.

  “Red, Myka? Are you saying red to me?” His voice was seductive and he kept rubbing, making her moan and push her buttocks up into his hand. “Or are you green, baby, and you want to take what I want to give.” This one wasn’t a question, but he let his hand pause on her bottom, waiting. It felt like forever.

  Myka swallowed, and her voice, when it finally came out, was hoarse and wild. “Green.”

  “And you still remember English,” he smirked. “You mean green, not another color.”

  “Gabriel, fuck you. Yes, I remember English.”

  “That’s what I thought.” His voice held satisfaction and promise. “Then you need to stop kicking and try to relax into it. Keep your body loose and accept each blow as it strikes, yes?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “And yes, we absolutely will fuck, in good time. But no more cursing at me, understand?” His voice still held a smile.

  Gabriel started spanking again, harder, and it felt like he was making sure to cover all parts of her round buttocks. Myka squirmed by the time she mentally counted twenty, and then she lost count, trying to control her reactions and accept the punishment.

  He paused and Myka begged, “Are you done now?”

  “No, not quite,” he said, and leaned over and picked up the paddle. “Now that you’re warmed up, we’ll begin the real spanking.”

  “That was already real!” Myka twisted, trying to look up at his face to gauge his intent, to see how far he wanted to take this. How far she did.

  “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he replied, laying the paddle over her reddened skin, making her start at the touch. “This is what gets you wet when you fantasize. Right, Myka?”

  She didn’t answer, and he continued to talk, leaving the paddle right there, a flat light weight and a promise. “You were so eager to watch the paddling back at my club. I saw your wide eyes, your fast breathing, how your nipples hardened under your shirt. I think you’re dying to know how it feels.”

  Myka moaned, wanting him to do something, anything.

  “You want to know how it feels to have me restrain you and slap your ass and tease you until you scream for release, and to only enjoy release when I decide you’re ready for it. I’m punishing you for disobeying me, and also because you want it. Tell me.”

  And still the paddle sat there, motionless, on her quivering body, while his low words sent spikes of arousal and fear through her body.

  “Yes!” The word tore out of Myka’s throat. “Do it.”

  “You’re going to beg me, Myka. I’m going to give you what I think you need tonight.”

  And then, before she had a chance to process what he’d said, he picked up the paddle and there was a sudden burst of red-hot searing pain on her ass, making her scream out and tense up. “Oh, God. Ouch!” she wailed, pulling frantically at the tie, her one thought to release her hands and rub that vicious sting away.

  He didn’t say anything; he waited a moment and straightened her body, then brought the paddle down with another resounding crack. A second later the pain shot through her skin again, making her cry out. “No, it’s too much. Ouch!” She tried to kick and twisted her body.

  Gabriel scolded her in French, his voice a sensual hum in her ear. “Arrête ça, ou je te fesserai plus fort. Stop that or I’ll spank harder. Is that what you want?”

  Myka sucked in her breath. She didn’t want it harder, no, but his voice issuing threats turned her on and she felt sparks travel through her entire belly. Her next wiggle was one of arousal across his lap, and he chuckled. “I think you love it when I threaten you.”

  Gabriel continued to spank, hitting first high on each cheek, then low, where she sat; a few on the upper thighs that made her wail and stiffen, then right in the middle, the fleshy part of each cheek. Sometimes he spanked twice or three times in the exact same spot, and the pain from a repeated blow made her cry out, begging him not to do it twice, not in the same spot like that.

  Myka tried to relax into the spanks as he’d suggested, but it was impossible to stay still and keep her body loose. And the only reason she didn’t say red was because under the wicked pain was a steadily growing need that promised to annihilate any orgasm she’d ever had before, and she clung to that promise, wanting to let that feeling grow in power until it overwhelmed her.

  She understood now why he wanted to use red as the word that meant stop. It hurt, and she meant it every time she wailed no or stop, yet she’d be disappointed and even angry if he actually did stop, and it was nice to know that she had a real word lurking for when it became too much. It allowed her to be free to struggle and enjoy the pain and punishment, which seemed perverse, but still true.

  Her ass started to get more than sore, and she cried out with each blow, words that didn’t make sense. “Gabriel! Please, God, no, stop it, God, please, don’t stop, I want you to stop—Oh, God. Please.”

  Gabriel paused. “You can take it, Myka. And you will. Relax your cheeks again and stop kicking. It only makes it worse when you do that, you know.” Myka shuddered through a sob and forced herself to lie still over his lap without wiggling.

  “Tell me how it f
eels.” His voice was low, hoarse.

  “It hurts,” she gasped. “It stings. I’ve never felt anything like it before.”

  Gabriel gently dipped a finger between her legs and stroked. “The first time is hardest,” he told her, continuing to touch her. “But you like it too, yes? Answer me.”

  As his fingers continued to touch and rub, Myka began squirming again, this time from arousal. She was embarrassed, but she blurted out the truth: “Yes. I like it.”

  “Ten more, Myka. Are you ready?”

  Myka made a small sound. “I don’t know. Gabriel—”

  “Either use your safeword, or tell me yes,” he cut in. “And if you choose to keep going, you obey me, understand?”

  “But I—”

  “That’s how we do this, ma chèrie. I tell you what to do, and you do it immediately, or you don’t. You can’t have both at once. So pick right now. Tell me red, or tell me yes.”

  “But not ten more, please, I don’t want—”

  “Make it fifteen. I’m not the one who begs.”

  “Jesus! Fine, yes, do it.”

  “The correct answer would have been yes, please, sir. Next time you talk back like that I’m adding another five. Keep your body still and count. You only get your orgasm when you take them all. I’ll slow down if you ask, or we can continue another day. But you’ll take fifteen before you come at my hand.”

  “Yes, sir,” Myka whispered. She wasn’t sure it was possible to take fifteen more strokes of the paddle on her burning ass. But she wanted to take it, to get the release. Part of her was pretty sure that if she safeworded right now, he’d stop, soothe her, and then fuck her until she came screaming. Although he had mentioned delayed gratification, so perhaps he was truly serious about withholding the orgasm unless she accepted the entire spanking? The uncertainty—for some perverse reason—increased her arousal.

  She heard the crack of the paddle and felt the burn, and cried out in surprise and pain. “Ow! One.”

  “Good. Don’t lose count, ma chèrie.”

  “Two!”

  Myka’s breathing was rough and uneven and she struggled over his lap, but his arm held her like a steel band. Each blow pushed her clit against his leg; she felt his erection grow hard and big, and she could feel her own moisture on her thighs. And all of a sudden, she got what she had dreamed about. The pain and the pleasure began to blend together into one inseparable tumult of sensation, and she felt loose over his body, almost like she was flying. It was incredible, and each blow, although the pain was searing, combined with her arousal to make an extraordinary sensation suffuse her body. It was something she could never have imagined.

  When she shouted, “Fifteen!” he dropped the paddle to the rug and told her, “All right. The punishment is over, Myka. Stand up. I want to enjoy the sight of your well-spanked bottom, so bright red.”

  He helped Myka to her feet, and she stumbled at first, dizzy; he held her for a moment, stroking her arms, letting her sob and tremble in front of him. Her hands were still tied and she raised her arms and used the red cloth to clumsily swipe at her eyes.

  But the feeling of bliss surged through her, too; not an orgasm at all, but a whole-body sensation of coursing joy, as if some magical fruit had burst open inside her and the nectar was hitting every vein, artery, and cell in her brain and body, and she moaned in pleasure.

  Gabriel pulled her into his arms, examining her face. “Myka?” He sat down, cradling her, then arranged their bodies together on the bed. “Relax. Let it flow through you.” He murmured into her ear, a mix of French and English, and Myka didn’t know how long they lay together, with his hands warm on her body, soothing and stroking.

  Eventually she turned her head, feeling lethargic and light. “That feeling was incredible. I was flying and tumbling through my brain in a patch of colors and sounds. I wasn’t thinking about anything at all, but I could see my thought all around, like lanterns and gems. I stopped feeling any pain at all, everything just felt good.”

  He stroked her cheek, his eyes bright. “Oh, Myka. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

  She kissed his shoulder. “Do you think it was subspace?” Her hands were still tied, but she didn’t care.

  He shook his head. “I don’t know. I’ve never been there, and it’s different for every person, anyway. From what I’ve seen, it usually takes longer to get there. But who knows? Only you can tell what’s happening inside. And if you like it, that’s what matters.”

  She smiled. “It was worth the pain.” She shifted on the bed. “Ouch. Now I can feel my butt again, oh, God. I need to rub it.”

  “No rubbing, not yet.” He lowered one hand to the V of her legs. It took less than a minute before Myka was writhing, unable to understand how he’d gotten her to the point of detonation so fast.

  “Please, please.” And what she was begging for now was release, because the arousal building in her was wild and powerful.

  He stood up and pulled her up too, then turned her around so that her reddened bottom was on display, and sat down in the chair. “Stand there, nice and still,” he demanded. “I love seeing your ass so red and tender, knowing that you let me do that to you. Fuck.” His voice was harsh.

  Myka’s legs trembled and she pulled again at the tie. “Gabriel. I need—”

  “What do you need, Myka? Beg. Make it nice and dirty. Tell me exactly what you crave now that I’ve spanked you and sent you soaring.”

  “Please!” Myka sobbed out, feeling his gaze on her body; she couldn’t see him, but she could hear his rough breathing. “I need you to fuck me. Please, lay me down, I’m begging you, please fuck me now, Gabriel. Untie my hands, let me touch you. I want your body right now. I want to feel you in me.”

  “Mmm…” he said thoughtfully, still not rising. “I’m keeping you tied up for a while, ma chèrie. I want you to feel your ass burn, and if I untie you, you’re going to rub it. And there’s still the matter of which toy I choose to use, remember, Myka?”

  Myka’s breath hitched. “No, Gabriel, I need to come right now! I can’t wait.”

  But Gabriel moved, picked up something from the table. He came up behind her and ran a finger down her waist, her hip, then trailed his fingertips over her flaming cheeks.

  Myka sucked in her cry. “Ah!” Her inflamed flesh was hypersensitive now, and she twisted her hips away from his teasing touch.

  “Is your ass sore?” he murmured into her neck, reaching around and teasing a nipple, while he bit her skin gently.

  “Yes!” answered Myka. “It hurts.”

  “And what else do you feel?”

  Now Gabriel’s hand ran lower, between her legs, and he breathed at her, “Fuck, Myka, you’re dripping wet. You’re so slick and creamy, baby. Tell me that it turned you on, what I did.” It was a demand but also somewhat of a question, and Myka’s words burst out:

  “Yes, you turned me on. God, I want you so badly. Please.”

  He ran his fingers around her body, touching and teasing, then thrust a finger inside her and Myka whined, pushing into his hand. He laughed and slapped her ass once, making her gasp, and warned, “Didn’t you learn that lesson already?” He reached around and untied her wrists, then rubbed them. “Don’t touch your ass, Myka. You do it, and I’ll paddle you again.” Myka’s body stiffened.

  “Relax,” he said a smile in his voice. “You’re going to obey me, so you don’t need to worry. Turn around, and put your hands behind your head.”

  Slowly, Myka turned; he was inches from her body, and his eyes were so full of desire that she nearly lost it. She reached up and laced her fingers behind her head, feeling her breasts thrust out further, almost touching him.

  “Nice, very nice,” he said, pinching one nipple, then the other. He raised his left hand, shining with silver in the low light: delicate but powerful little butterfly clamps.

  Myka’s eyes widened. “Gabriel. I’ve never—”

  “Never felt the kiss of metal?” he asked, gently rubbi
ng her nipples in turn, making them jut out, hard and taut. “From your reaction to the spanking, I think you’ll like the bite of the clamps,” he continued, pinning her with his gaze. “It hurts, but it hurts so good.”

  “O-okay.”

  “Okay then.” He was teasing, but panther-like in his approach. “Keep your hands up,” he ordered, then lifted one silver clamp and let it bite down around her nipple.

  At first Myka felt pressure, then a sharp bite. Gabriel quickly attached the other one and grabbed both of her wrists before she could lower them to her chest. He held her firmly and demanded, “Breathe. If it’s too much, you tell me, but I think you’ll like it if you wait it out.”

  Myka sucked in her breath, her eyes wide. As she breathed in, the initial burst of pain faded into a warm throbbing sensation.

  “Here.” Gabriel lowered her to the bed, laying on her back, and gently spread her legs. “Why don’t I distract you.” He removed her shoes, then knelt between her spread legs and began to kiss her inner thighs.

  Myka’s arousal shot through the roof, making her momentarily forget the ache in her nipples and ass. “God, Gabriel.”

  He kissed her close to her clit, then his fingers were in her, running around her skin, stroking her expertly, and Myka felt herself start to crest. She’d been brought to the edge and pulled back too many times now; this time it would not be possible to hold back.

  “Gabriel!” she cried out, her voice urgent enough to make him look up, “Really, I can’t wait again, I need this, please,” and tears slid from her eyes, not from pain, but from the relentless need he pulled from her body.

  The pain in her nipples and the ache in her ass from her spanking throbbed in the most delicious way with the desire building between her legs. Her body was one quivering mass of sensation, the pain and pleasure blending into one unbearably sweet mix. Finally he stood and said the words she was dying to hear, “I can’t wait any longer either. Put your hands over your head. I don’t fucking want to bother with the restraints.”

  Myka obeyed quickly, eyes glazed with need, panting with urgency as he rolled a condom over his hard length. Then he was on top of her, his strong thighs straddling her slender ones, pulling at the clamps, making her wail. He spread her legs and urged, “Wider, ma chèrie, open those thighs for me so I can drive deep.”