Carly's Punishment (Submitting to the Billionaire)

by Roberts, Alicia

  She stayed in there, relaxing and enjoying the luxurious solitude, imagining all the things she would do from now on. She ticked them off on her fingers – she would go down to the pits and play blackjack and poker once in a while. She would join a gym, get yoga lessons maybe. She’d catch a show – there were always so many things going on in Vegas and she would check them out. Above all, she’d quit this stupid housekeeping job and get something better. Something that left her with the time and energy to enjoy Vegas.

  How long had it been? Carly looked around and realized she had no estimate of the time. There were no clocks in the pool area, but it had probably been long enough. She stepped out and stretched, and the water dripped off her body.

  For a moment, Carly wondered if she should have brought towels with her. But then she wandered over to a nearby cabana and looked inside. There was a shower stall, fresh towels, and expensive-looking toiletries. It took her only a moment to strip off her wet swimsuit and stand under the hot shower, and she washed herself slowly with the L’Occitane shower gel provided.

  Carly had lost track of the time completely, but when she turned off the shower and reached for a towel, she thought she heard a woman’s voice.

  Her blood went cold. There was someone on the roof with her, someone laughing and saying something silly in a feminine voice. And then a male voice replied, and another feminine voice chimed in. Oh dear God.

  This was the end of her job, of her steady paycheck. Who were these people up here, and did they know she was here too? Carly wrapped a large towel around herself, and held her breath as she peeked around the cabana door.

  Chapter Five

  One glance at the trio, and Carly knew she didn’t have to worry about losing her job. They were completely self-engrossed and were paying no attention to anything around themselves. The two girls, a brunette and a redhead, were fawning over the man, a muscular guy in his thirties. Carly couldn’t help but watch as they giggled and made jokes she couldn’t hear.

  The man pointed at the pool and the two girls shook their head. “No swimsuit,” she heard, and then they giggled as the man made a funny comment.

  In one smooth motion, he pulled up the brunette’s dress, and tossed it away. The brunette gasped, and then laughed, as she stood in her high heels and black lingerie. The redhead laughed, and came closer to the brunette and began to knead her breasts through the lacey black bra.

  Carly’s eyes widened. This was awkward – her plan of pretending to be a guest and leaving wouldn’t work. She was trapped in the cabana. The brunette let out a loud moan, and Carly felt herself grow moist.

  Oh well, Carly thought, might as well enjoy her midnight adventure. She pulled her towel tight around herself, and watched through the tiny gap. Carly had never been attracted to women, but watching the erotic play between these three was making her very, very wet.

  The man was rubbing the brunette’s back now, and Carly watched as he slipped a finger under her bra and unhooked it. The redhead pulled it off and began to suck her bare breasts, and the brunette’s moans filled the air. As she watched, the man began to take off his jeans, and then his shirt, and then his boxer shorts.

  Now it was Carly’s turn to stifle a groan. The man was well-hung, and hard as a rock. He sat on the edge of a pool chair and called out something. Immediately, the two women moved apart, and the brunette stripped off her panties. She walked over to the man, got down on her knees, and bent over his lap.

  The air was silent once more, punctuated with occasional grunts from the man. The brunette moved her head up and down, and the redhead watched from one side, slowly taking off her skirt and top until she stood in lacey red lingerie.

  Carly hid inside the cabana and wondered how it would feel to have a thick cock inside her mouth; her swollen lower lips were completely drenched now, and she pulled the towel tighter around herself. She ran a hand down her torso, feeling her nipples jutting out, hard and sore. It would be lovely to have someone suck on her nipples, she thought.

  “Spread your legs, Angela.”

  The man’s hoarse command pierced the air, and the brunette dutifully spread her legs far apart. The man glanced at the redhead, and pointed to the woman who was sucking his cock. Immediately, the redhead dropped to her knees, grabbed Angela’s hips, and moved her face closer. Angela let out a muffled scream, and the redhead began working up and down, down and up.

  Carly felt like she would pass out, just from watching Angela. The woman moaned and thrashed her hips, rubbing her pussy against the redhead’s eager mouth, and simultaneously bobbed her head up and down and sucked on the man’s big cock.

  Carly felt the throbbing between her legs, and her hand drifted down, slipped under her towel and began to stroke her clit lightly. She imagined having someone lick her pussy like that, and a shudder passed through her body. As she watched the trio, the man grunted and spasmed, and came inside Angela’s mouth. After he was spent, Angela pressed her face against the man’s thighs, and the redhead continued to slurp up her juices hungrily. Carly twirled her finger round and round her swollen clit, and watched as Angela thrashed and moaned and finally enjoyed a loud, forceful orgasm.

  Carly expected the trio to leave now, but instead the man stood up, stretched, and pointed to the deck chairs. He said something Carly couldn’t hear, and the girls giggled. The redhead stripped off her lingerie and high heels, and stood naked for the man. She tweaked her nipples till they were hard, and then the man grabbed her neck and kissed her roughly.

  After the brief, forceful kiss, the man pulled away and pointed to the wooden pool chairs. “Now!”

  At his command, the two girls giggled again, and bent over from the waist. They spread their legs apart and placed their hands on the chair, and the redhead wiggled her bottom playfully.

  “Ready for your spankings, ladies?”

  Carly heard the words, but couldn’t believe it. She had never been spanked herself. Were the girls really bending over at his command to be spanked? Were they wriggling their hips eagerly for his bare hands? Before Carly could doubt her ears, the man moved over and stroked his hand across the bare bottoms that were presented to him.

  “I’ll warm you up, first.”

  And with those words, the spanking began. The man alternated between the two women, spanking Angela’s bottom, and then the redhead’s, and then Angela’s again. The noise of the spanks rang out across the roof, and Carly felt her whole body light up on fire. She had never seen anything more erotic, and began to wonder how it would feel to have strong hands spanking her bare bottom. Her fingers found their way lower and dipped inside her throbbing hot entrance and she began pumping herself desperately.

  The two girls being spanked began to moan, their voices mingling with the noise of the sharp spanks. The man stopped spanking Angela, and she waited, legs spread apart, bottom slightly reddened, as the man began spanking the redhead harder. And then, with a grunt, he grabbed her hips and thrust into her roughly, making her scream and rock her hips.

  Carly thrust her fingers harder, clenching down her inner walls and shivering as the passion built up inside. She closed her eyes and came at the same time as the redhead, her orgasm flowing out of her in bursts, her moans soft and drowned out by the unrestrained screams of the redhead.

  When it was over, she opened her eyes and saw the man bending before Angela, his face pressed against her pussy. He slurped hungrily, and as she watched, Angela moaned and thrust, and then came with a loud scream.

  The sight of the redhead’s dark pink bottom and Angela’s hungry orgasm was turning Carly on again. Her nipples were hard against the towel wrapped around her body, and her pussy was sore from desire. As she watched, the trio slipped on bathrobes and walked away. She heard the frosted glass doors slide open, and then close behind them.

  Chapter Six

  Carly breathed a sigh of relief. What she had just witnessed had been incredible, arousing and erotic. But mixed with her arousal was the fear that she w
ould be discovered and exposed as an intruder.

  However, now they were gone, and she was alone with her thoughts. Her body was on fire, and she felt herself flush as she imagined being spanked on her bottom. Carly closed her eyes and her lips parted slightly: she would go home and find her vibrator. No, she couldn’t wait, she would use her fingers to pleasure herself again, right here. Her pussy was wet and hungry, and her nerves were on edge.

  Just as Carly was about to strip off her towel, she heard a noise and her eyes flew open.

  She gasped and clutched her towel. “Jeff!”

  The man must’ve been here all along, maybe in one of the other cabanas. And now he was holding open the door of her cabana, and he stood before her, silent and tall and large, his dark eyes glinting with desire.

  Carly’s heart thumped loudly, and the blood rushed up to her face and she felt herself turning crimson. She tried to find her voice. “Wh – what are you doing here?”

  Jeff stepped inside and the door closed behind him. He moved closer to Carly and she stepped backwards, until he had her backed against the wall, facing him.

  “I could ask you the same thing.” His eyes travelled slowly down her body, taking in the towel that barely covered her. Her nipples were poking out against the fabric, and her juices had run down her thighs. He grabbed her hand and lifted it to his face. “See anything you like?”

  Carly bit her lip, trying to think of what to say. She hated her body for betraying her, hated that she was standing in front of Jeff so barely covered. Her fingers were sticky from being inside her, and now Jeff lifted them to his mouth, and sucked them one by one. It was sensual and embarrassing, and she stifled back a moan.

  When he had licked her juices off, Jeff dropped her hand and cradled her face, forcing her to look up at him.

  His dark eyes looked into hers and he asked softly, “Did you have fun, my Princess?”

  Carly felt herself melting. A part of her was humiliated that Jeff knew what she had been doing, but another part was thrilled and excited. She nodded silently.

  Jeff leaned forward until his lips were inches away from hers. “I knew you’d have fun.” And then his lips came down gently on hers, kissing and teasing and making her insides run liquid.

  All too soon, he pulled away. “Tell me, Princess,” he said softly, “What have you been up to?”

  Carly pulled her towel tight around her body and her face felt hot. She lowered her eyes and shook her head.

  Jeff took a step back and looked at her steadily. “I can just leave. But I know you don’t want me to. So tell me, Princess, what naughty things have you been doing?”

  His voice was caressing, hypnotic. The soft kiss had left her feeling like mush, and something bloomed inside of her, spreading its petals and reaching outwards. She wanted Jeff, she wanted to feel the pleasure he was promising. The throbbing between her legs intensified, and she knew what she had to do.

  Carly closed her eyes, unable to look into his face. “There was a man, and two women. He pleasured them, and then spanked them.”

  “And what did you do?”

  “I watched. And I – I made myself come when he was spanking them.”

  There, the words were out. That hadn’t been too difficult. Her eyes flew open and met Jeff’s.

  He nodded, pleased. “How do you feel now?”

  Carly clutched at the towel like a life-raft. “A – aroused.”

  “Show me.”

  She bit her lower lip. Was she really doing this? And then the towel was between her fingers, and she dropped it to the floor. She stood before him, shy and naked.

  Jeff ran his eyes slowly across her exposed body. He took his time and drank in the sight of her heavy, swollen breasts, the nipples jutting out. Tiny curls covered her mound, and her clit was visibly exposed.

  He moved closer, and traced his fingertips across the curve of her breasts. “You’ve been bad, haven’t you?” he whispered, and Carly nodded.

  “Well.” His fingers closed across her nipples, and Carly gasped. Two threads of electricity travelled from her nipples, straight down her stomach and out through her pussy. Jeff let go, and his hands travelled around her waist. He nibbled her ear and murmured, “You know what happens when you’re bad, don’t you?”

  Carly shook her head, her heart beating with excitement. Jeff’s hands travelled lower and squeezed her ass cheeks firmly.

  “Bad girls need to be punished,” he said. “And you, my Princess, have been very bad. You need to be given a good, hard spanking.”

  “No!” Her voice was a gasp, and she tried to push back. She wouldn’t be spanked, it was too humiliating. She had never been, and never would be. The thought of Jeff’s hand across her bottom was arousing, but no… That wouldn’t do. She couldn’t let him make her bottom red, she wouldn’t be spanked.

  “Let go!” she said, but before she could protest further, Jeff picked her up unceremoniously and carried her over to the wooden chair in the corner. He sat down and placed her across his lap, her bare bottom positioned the way he wanted.

  “No!” Carly tried to get up, but she was facing the floor, and he had one hand across her back, holding her down. Already her juices were flowing out, and she hated her body for betraying her.

  With no warning, his hand came down hard across her ass cheek. Carly screamed softly from the surprise, and the warmth spread across her flesh. Jeff’s hand struck her once more, and the noise of the spank spread through the air. Carly sucked in her breath, and felt the dull pain spread across her bottom. So this was what a spanking felt like.

  Jeff continued to spank her bottom rhythmically, his hand striking first one spot and then another. It hurt, and her bottom throbbed painfully and her clit was swollen with desire. Her pussy was drenched with her hot, sticky juices. The spanking was sending strange sensations flooding through her body, and Carly found herself moaning uncontrollably, her hoarse noises mingling with the sharp sounds of the spanking.

  At one point, time seemed to slow down. She felt the painful spanking, and the throbbing of her greedy pussy, and she groaned despite herself. She heard Jeff’s voice saying, “There. I knew you needed a good spanking.” He punctuated each word with a slap, and she moaned in agreement.

  And then it was over, she felt the cool air swirling across her hot bottom, and she felt herself drifting back to reality.

  Jeff traced a circle with his fingertips across her sore bottom and said, “I think you should thank me for spanking you.”

  Carly groaned, embarrassed by her reaction. “No. I hated it, you brute.”

  “Really?” His voice was laced with amusement, and he dipped a hand between her legs. He traced his fingers along her swollen pussy lips, coating them with her juices. “It seems to me that you enjoyed your spanking very much.”

  His fingers teased her, made her moan out loud, and she spread her legs wide apart from him. “Please,” she said, “Please.”

  Jeff traced his fingers down and they found her swollen clit. He pressed down hard and she screamed out loud. And then they moved upwards again, gently tracing her swollen, hot pussy lips.

  “Please,” she said again, “I need you.”

  “Need me for what?”

  He was making her beg, and she hated it. But more than anything, she needed to feel his touch, she needed to release the pressure inside her. So she swallowed her pride and said softly, “I need you to fuck me. Make me come.”

  The fingers went back down to her clit, and twirled around lightly. Carly moaned and ground her hips against the air. “Please.”

  “Say the magic words.”

  She paused, feeling the delectable fingers against her skin. “What magic words?”

  “You need to tell me how much you enjoyed being spanked.”

  The fingers moved away, and silence filled the air. Carly felt the loss, the emptiness against her throbbing clit, and she whimpered miserably. She hated him, she hated him more than anyone else in the world and she
wanted so desperately to enjoy her climax.

  She took a deep breath. “Thank you. Thank you for spanking me.”

  Jeff shook his head. “I don’t believe you. Thank me like you mean it.”

  Carly felt her face flame up. She hadn’t known that anything could be more humiliating than that spanking. “Thank you for spanking me,” she said. “I really enjoyed it. My bottom hurts, but I deserve that.”

  “Go on.”

  “I – I liked being spanked.” She gulped. “Being spanked made me really wet. And now I’m wet, and horny, and I really need to come. Please make me come.”

  “Good girl.”

  And then his fingers were inside her, spreading her apart and filling her up and she screamed with pleasure. She thrust her hips and clenched her inner walls, and his fingers pounded her roughly. His other hand moved to her clit, and she felt his fingers press down, and then the dam broke. The orgasm flooded over her, rocking her world and flowing out of her as his fingers toyed with her, pressing against her most sensitive spots and prolonging the climax.

  When it was over, she lay across his lap, limp and exhausted and weak.

  Jeff squeezed her ass gently. “I’m beginning to think you want another spanking.”

  Carly jumped up quickly. Her face grew red at the recollection of all that had happened, and she glared at Jeff. “I hate you,” she said.

  It was a childish thing to say, but it was the first thing that popped into her mind. She hated him – hated him for showing her this world where pleasure and pain mingled, hated him for humiliating her and then giving her the most mind-blowing orgasm.

  Jeff stood up, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Now,” he said, walking towards her and wrapping his arms around her waist, “That’s not a very nice thing to say.”

  “You’re not a very nice person.”

  The words were petulant and impulsive. Jeff pressed his lips down on hers hungrily, his kiss demanding and rough and impatient. Carly felt her mind go blank. All that was real was here, his mouth on hers, his tongue demanding, probing.