Bared by the Billionaire

by Kallista Dane

  He moved away again, this time coming back with another cart that held several large screens. Harmon positioned them to one side and got back between her legs to check his view. Then he slipped on a headband of his own. The pads on her nipples started to tingle, then vibrate. She gasped and bucked on the table. Harmon glanced at the screens and smiled. The vibrations ramped up. Now the pads were pulsing. The sensation traveled through her belly and down into her pussy, taking her right back to a state of frantic need.

  She never saw him touch any dial or button, but the pulsing gradually died away. He reached for something on the table and Kyra’s eyes widened when he held it up for her to see. It was a large dildo, long and thick like his cock, realistic in every detail. She wondered if he had used his own penis as the model.

  He got back between her legs and began teasing her with it, running it around the lips of her pussy, slipping it in just a little. The pads on her nipples started tingling again.

  Her body responded instinctively. She dug her heels into the stirrups and thrust her hips up, trying to draw the dildo in further. The pads began pulsing, stronger this time. She gasped and writhed on the table. Harmon slid the silicone cock in, ever so slowly, stretching her, filling her. All the while he tracked her reactions, alternating between looking at the monitors and watching the expression on her face.

  She couldn’t see, but it felt as though the full length of it was buried in her pussy. Then he bent his head, and his tongue flicked across her clit. She cried out, a fierce raw sound, and he drew the dildo out, then rammed it deep inside her again.

  Kyra was helpless. Her arms tied up, her legs spread wide, bent at the knees so she was completely open to him. She couldn’t even whip her head from side to side. She felt a scandalous surge of passion flow through her. Suddenly, she loved this feeling. He could do whatever he wanted to her and she was powerless to resist. The knowledge of his complete control, his mastery over her, ignited a savage craving deep inside.

  She tightened her muscles around the hard length of the toy inside her and it began vibrating and pulsing too. She started to shake all over. He licked her again, then spread her apart with his fingers and sucked on the hard nub of her clit. Kyra screamed, the sound echoing off the walls in the sterile lab.

  Harmon stopped, ripped off his clothes, and got back between her legs. He pulled the dildo out and Kyra moaned, suddenly empty. He grabbed her, digging his fingers into her thighs just below the straps that held her legs in place. She could see his cock, already rigid.

  “Yes,” she cried out, forgetting all about the rules. “Yes, yes… I want you now… Fuck me now, please, now…”

  Harmon made a rough noise then, ramming his full length inside her with one powerful lunge. She nearly sobbed, the need so agonizing, the relief so keen. His hunger seemed equally as intense. He pounded himself into her, grinding against her throbbing clit with every stroke.

  The sensation of being fucked with her pussy bared and slick added an extra thrill. She could feel him everywhere. His skin against hers, the heat of his body.

  “Squeeze. Now, Kyra. Squeeze my cock like you squeezed that dildo.”

  She clenched her muscles around him, trying to hold him inside as he stroked. He thrust himself deeper and she felt the pulsing again, this time from his cock, ready to come. It was enough to send her over the top. She came, ferocious waves sweeping over her, and then came again when she felt him explode inside her.

  Chapter Nine

  Kyra stared out the window in her office at the bustling streets of the city far below. She couldn’t believe she’d been there for a week already. During the day, she worked at DreamQuest Designs, reviewing documents for Harmon, occasionally meeting with him in his office. Either Slade or Sam was always in attendance, Slade taking notes and Sam pretending to. Kyra wondered why they bothered, since Harmon’s computer recorded every minute of the meetings and could play anything back on the 3D holographic screen.

  But the nights—the nights were a different story. She felt a stab of arousal just thinking about them. The day after her waxing, she’d been working at her desk late in the morning when her private phone buzzed, the one that only received messages from Harmon. She’d looked down at the text.

  Come to the lab at 7 p.m. You will be punished for lying to me last night.

  Kyra had felt a shiver of dread mixed with arousal. The man was a fiend, sending her a message like this and then making her wait hours and hours to find out what he had in store for her. Her mind wandered, imagining all sorts of wild and wicked scenes. Somehow, she managed to hold it together, avoiding contact with everyone else for most of the day before slipping away to her suite in the penthouse.

  To her surprise, there was no new outfit waiting for her, no note with instructions on how to prepare for the night. Kyra found a tray with several covered dishes on the glass table near the window in the sitting room. Sliced fruit, a croissant lying next to a scoop of chicken salad, a pitcher of ice water with bright slices of lemon floating in it. Whatever he had planned, he apparently wanted her to eat light. That was no problem. Kyra was so nervous she could barely choke down a glass of water.

  She didn’t have any idea what to wear, so after taking a shower and redoing her hair and her makeup, she headed for the lab in the same suit she’d had on in the office. Cream-colored summer weight wool blend, with a turquoise blue sleeveless blouse. Underneath she wore a modest pair of satin panties and a matching white bra. Even though she was inside all day, Kyra never wore stockings in the crippling heat of the Florida summers. Her legs were bare above the high-heeled beige pumps—once again her own, not one of the slutty pairs provided for her in the closet.

  She knocked on the lab door. To her surprise, Natalie answered. She was dressed in a white nurse’s uniform, complete with an old-fashioned starched cap.

  “Come in,” she said. “Doctor Harmon wants you to have a complete physical exam, to make sure you have no health problems that would conflict with the performance of all the clauses in your contract.”

  She led Kyra to a straight-backed chair next to the medical table in the corner of the lab.

  “I need to check your blood pressure. Take off your jacket.”

  Kyra looked around nervously. Jake was nowhere in sight. Natalie stood in front of her, unrolling a standard blood pressure cuff. Kyra shrugged off her jacket and sat down, hanging it over the back of the chair. Natalie took her blood pressure, checked her pulse, and then picked up a clipboard and asked a series of questions about her health history. She even pulled out a needle and drew a small sample of blood. It was all very routine and Kyra started to relax a little. So far, there’d been no mention of punishment, no hint of any wild sexual scenario awaiting her.

  “Please undress completely and put on this gown,” Natalie said, reaching into a drawer in one of the cupboards on the wall nearby. “Then climb up on the table. Doctor Harmon will be with you shortly.”

  She disappeared through the same door she’d used yesterday, her crepe-soled shoes making no sound on the tile floor. Kyra looked around. The lab was silent, empty. She picked up the gown. Thin cotton fabric, it wrapped around her like a robe, with one small set of ties to secure it at her waist. It was short, barely covering her backside, and cut small so that it gaped a little in the front. Kyra folded her clothes on the chair and slipped into the robe, one hand holding it together across her chest as she sat down at the edge of the table.

  The door opened again and Jake came in, dressed in a traditional white doctor’s coat over his usual uniform of jeans and t-shirt, this one charcoal grey. He was wearing the same headgear he’d used last night, dangling another headpiece in one hand. Natalie followed him, pushing a cart covered with a white cloth.

  “Miss Thornton. I’m going to outfit you with this headpiece before we begin your exam. Once again, it will monitor your brain waves, allowing me to know exactly what you are thinking and feeling at every stage of the examination.” As he spoke he
was strapping the headband across her forehead, securing it tight against the back of her head.

  “We will begin with a breast exam. Please untie your robe.”

  Kyra swallowed and lowered her eyes, letting the robe fall open. Natalie came forward and started to palpate her breasts as Harmon watched. When the woman’s fingers began pinching her nipples, Kyra gasped. Harmon moved closer.

  “Her nipples are very sensitive, doctor. They harden immediately.”

  “Are you aroused by what Nurse Natalie is doing, Kyra?”

  “No, it’s just…”

  A sensor began beeping somewhere behind her. Harmon made a note on the chart he held and then gave her a stern look. “That’s a lie, Kyra. I’ll be asking you a series of questions during this exam. I expect you to answer truthfully. When it’s over, you’ll be disciplined severely for every lie you tell me, along with the punishment you have coming for your dishonesty last night. Your body can’t deceive my machines, so you might as well be completely frank.”

  “Now—have you ever had intimate relations with another woman?”

  Kyra shook her head, then gasped when Natalie squeezed her nipple again.

  “You’ll need to answer out loud,” Harmon said.

  “No, I haven’t.”

  “Have you ever fantasized about being in bed with another woman?”

  Kyra hesitated, remembering a scene in one of the movies she’d watched, then whispered, “Yes.”

  Harmon made another note on the chart. “Lie down on the table.”

  She did as she was told, trying to keep the skimpy gown around her body. Natalie put on a pair of rubber gloves, and then ran a hand down between her legs. Although she’d done the same thing last night, it was just as embarrassing this time as it had been yesterday.

  “Raise your legs,” Natalie said.

  Kyra did as she was told and Natalie guided her feet into the cold metal stirrups. “Let your knees fall apart, nice and wide.”

  Now the gown offered her no cover at all. Her body was on full view under the bright lights of the lab. Natalie moved a lever and the table split again. She stepped between Kyra’s legs, pulling apart the folds of her labia with her gloved fingers.

  “Does it excite you, being naked like this in front of both of us?” Harmon asked the question in a dry, matter-of-fact way.

  “N… not really,” Kyra stammered, embarrassed. The loud buzzer sounded again.

  Harmon shook his head, making a ‘tsk, tsk’ sound. “That’s two. You really must stop trying to deceive me. It will only be worse for you later. Now—are you embarrassed at lying on the table naked in front of two fully clothed people, having them staring at you, touching your breasts and your pussy?”

  “Yes,” she admitted, relieved to be able to answer with the full truth for once.

  “But at the same time you find it sexually arousing, perhaps even more so because of your embarrassment?”

  “Y… yes.” The word dragged from her lips.

  Harmon handed the clipboard to Natalie. She moved away and he took her place between Kyra’s legs. He pulled a pair of rubber gloves out of the pocket of his lab coat and put them on. Harmon held out his hand and Natalie squeezed a generous amount of lube into his palm. He rubbed his hands together, then without any prelude, shoved two fingers up inside her. Kyra gasped.

  His fingers moved around, sliding in and out before settling on her G-spot and massaging it. He began asking her a series of questions, all the while rubbing and stroking inside her pussy, while Natalie stood beside the table making notes on the clipboard.

  “Do you like it when I rub you here? Fast or slow? Two fingers in your pussy… or three?”

  Kyra could hardly concentrate. She blurted out answers, sometimes hearing the loud buzzing of the sensors as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm. When he finally took his hand away, Kyra was half-wild with desire.

  Harmon lifted her heels out of the stirrups and Kyra sighed heavily, both relieved and disappointed. He snapped the lower section of the table back in place.

  “Roll over and get up on your hands and knees.”

  She stared at him, shocked.

  “Now,” he commanded, his voice hard.

  Kyra rolled over, still trembling from his sexual play, and hesitantly got into position. Natalie removed the cloth and she could see everything on the cart. Penis-shaped dildos in varying sizes and widths, and several items that she knew were designed for anal stimulation. A jolt of lust rocked her whole body.

  “Nurse, hand me the rectal thermometer. We’ll start by taking her temperature.”

  Kyra watched Natalie pick up a thermometer that was much larger and wider than any she’d ever seen before. She coated it with lube and handed it to Harmon. Kyra could see herself reflected in the huge mirrored wall. Harmon pulled the thin gown up to her waist, baring her bottom completely. Then he spread the cheeks of her ass apart with one gloved hand while sliding the thermometer slowly inside her with the other. Kyra squirmed, trying desperately to ignore the indecent desires he was awakening in her.

  All the while he asked her questions. “Do you enjoy anal stimulation? Have you experienced anal intercourse? Do you fantasize about your partner engaging in ass play with you during sex?”

  Kyra flushed with shame. She couldn’t lie about anything. The buzzing machine would give her away immediately.

  “Yes. No,” and then a whispered “yes,” barely loud enough to hear.

  Harmon kept moving the thermometer around inside her as he forced her to admit her naughtiest secret desires. Finally, he pulled it out, only to insert a new object—a series of round balls attached together, each one larger than the next, with an open ring at the end for a handle. He began pushing them up inside her ass, one at a time, making her describe her sensations out loud.

  “It’s… oooh, it’s so tight going in… it’s stretching me…uuh…yes, I love how it feels now, filling me up, the smallest one going farther and farther inside me, they’re getting bigger every time, oh no, too big, too much, I can’t take another one… aaah…” Kyra forced the words out, panting and moaning as he continued. She looked in the mirror and froze, clenching her bottom together in terror to stop the largest ball from penetrating her.

  “Nurse, I need some assistance here,” Harmon declared. He stepped to one side, with the object still up inside her, his hand gripping the handle attached to the largest ball.

  Kyra gasped as Natalie gave her raised bottom a hard whack with a wooden paddle she produced from a drawer on the cart.

  “Thank you, nurse. Kyra, you might as well try to relax. You’re going to take this in your bottom and continue describing how it feels in detail—with or without Nurse Natalie assisting me by spanking you when you resist what I’m doing.”

  His masterful statement accompanied by the harsh whack set off a rush deep inside her. She heard a different sensor go off, this time a high-pitched hum. Harmon made a sound, deep in his throat, and slid two fingers back into her pussy. He forced the final ball into her ass, and then started pulling them in and out while rotating them slowly.

  “Tell me. Do you like this?”

  “Yes. Oooh… yes. You know I do. You—and your machines.” Kyra’s voice was ragged, the words coming between her moans and whimpers.

  “Nurse, I’ll take it from here. You’re excused.”

  Kyra barely noticed Natalie leaving the room. Her whole body was quivering. She crouched on her hands and knees, her ass up in the air, being violated by that wicked object, with Harmon’s fingers plunging in and out of her pussy as he stoked a vicious craving she never knew existed. She was being taken in the ass and in the pussy, both at once for the very first time. Kyra whipped her head from side to side, struggling to stay in place on the table as her orgasm built.

  “Good girls get rewarded. Naughty girls get punished.” He stopped all at once. “Tell me, Kyra, do good girls lie?”

  “N… no, sir.” She managed to blurt out the wo
rds, panting heavily.

  “And did you lie to me?”

  She was nearly sobbing now, the need to come was so great. “Yes, sir.”

  Harmon slid his fingers out of her, then, one by one, he slowly removed the string of balls from her ass. Kyra shuddered as each one was withdrawn.

  “So you admit that you were naughty. You lied.” Harmon stopped and consulted his chart. “Eleven times in all. You’re going to be punished now for lying. And you don’t get to come tonight. Orgasms are a reward that only good girls get. Now stay in place up on the table, just like that. Next time, maybe you’ll be a good girl.”

  Kyra’s head fell. She was incredibly aroused, desperate for release. He grabbed the paddle from the table and gave her a wallop. Kyra bit back a wail. Another harsh whack came, so fast that she barely had time to breathe. He spanked her hard, and Kyra wanted to cry from a mixture of pain and frustration. She wanted to plead with him, to beg him to let her come. But she feared that a request like that would only result in some other even more severe form of discipline.

  When he finally laid the paddle down, Kyra’s arms collapsed and she huddled face down on the table with her red, burning ass in the air.

  “We’re through for tonight. Take all the time you need to get dressed. And remember, you’re not allowed to touch yourself. Not now, or at any time when you’re under my roof.”

  * * *

  She was summoned to the lab again the next night. This time, she was ordered to dress in the little plaid schoolgirl skirt, with an old-fashioned pair of white panties underneath. On top she wore a white cotton blouse, long-sleeved, with the tail tucked into her skirt.

  When she got to the lab, he outfitted her with a different headpiece. It looked like a sleek pair of wraparound sunglasses, except these fastened behind her head so they wouldn’t fall off no matter what position she was in. When Harmon put them on her, she realized the lenses were really tiny screens. She saw herself wearing the plaid skirt. But instead of being in the lab, she was standing in a paneled office in front of a large wooden desk. Kyra realized that, except for the indecent length of the skirt, she was dressed just like a student at one of Miami’s exclusive private schools. Everything looked so real it was hard to believe she had entered a virtual world.