Her Millionaire Master (10 page)

He removed his finger, then picked up the plug and held it up so Bella could see it better. “We’ll go as slow as we need to, Bella. But we won’t be done tonight until every single inch of this plug is inside your ass. Do you understand?”

“Oh, god,” she moaned. “Yes. I understand.”
All of it
? There was no way. Still, her clit responded almost immediately to the thought, yearning for just one touch.

“Good. Now ask me, please, Bella, to use the plug on you.”

No.
She couldn’t. She shook her head as she looked into Kane’s dark eyes. His face was hard, stern. He wouldn’t take no for an answer.

With a gulp of breath, she opened her mouth. “Kane, please put the, um, plug in my ass.”

“All of it, Bella?” he asked, faking surprise.

She blushed even harder. “All of it, please.”

“Let’s begin.” Kane picked up the lube again and squirted some directly onto her tight asshole. As he lifted the plug from the bed, Bella had to fight her urge to squeeze her eyes shut tight again. He wouldn’t let her.

She moaned in dismay as the cold metal touched the outside of her asshole. Kane wiggled it against her, pushing it gently and then, with one quick motion, he popped the first small ball inside her.

“Oh!” she cried out, less in pain than in surprise. She closed her legs tightly together, as if that would stop the strange sensation of something being inside her bottom, but Kane wouldn’t have that.

“Keep them open, Bella. Stay in position.”

“Yes. Sorry, Kane,” she muttered, opening them wide once more.

He started to turn the plug around in circles, so the first small metal ball of the plug rotated inside her. Then, before she knew what was happening, he pulled it out and pushed it back in again, quickly.

“Ah!” she moaned.

For a few minutes he played with the first ball, twisting it and moving it in and out. He made her look into his eyes, which served to increase her humiliation. It was almost a relief when he said, “Are you ready for the second ball, Bella?”

Was she ready? No. Never. But what choice did she have. “Yes,” she finally whispered.

Kane placed his left hand on her right hip and, with his right hand, he gripped the base of the plug again. “Relax, Bella. Push out a bit and it will go in easier. You can resist, but that will make it hurt more. And no matter how long it takes, this entire plug will be inside you tonight.”

Again, Bella moaned, the sensation of the plug pushing farther into her ass and the embarrassment of allowing Kane to do this so much to bear. But, like always with Kane, her pussy was throbbing too, despite everything. As soon as the second ball was firmly inside her, Kane played with the plug again, twisting it around, pulling it out and pushing it back in again. The widest parts of the balls were the most uncomfortable, so it was almost a relief when they sank back in again. But that resulted in a full feeling, which was made even worse if she clenched her cheeks around the metal, so she tried to hold her ass as still as possible.

“Next one,” said Kane. “Actually, next two. I want you to take them both, one right after the other. Yes?”

“Yes,” she murmured, but she wasn’t at all sure she could do it. For a second she braced herself, then she remembered Kane’s warning that if she fought it, it would hurt even more. As difficult as it was, she relaxed her body.

“Eyes on me, Bella.”

Oh, god
. It was even worse to have to look into the eyes of the person who was torturing her. Though she wasn’t sure if
torturing
was the right word at all, when her pussy was clearly enjoying this, despite the pain and discomfort.

She watched his face as she felt the next ball push in, slowly and steadily, stretching her so wide she groaned before it sank in. But before she had a chance to relax and get used to the sensation, the next one was coming. Kane held the widest part of this ball in her entrance for a brief time, keeping her delicate hole stretched for several long moments before finally letting it, too, slide the rest of the way in. His nostrils flared as he settled the ball all the way inside her.

Bella felt so filled, so full, and that feeling was making her clit throb. She was dying for Kane to touch it. Just once. Once was probably all it would take to put her over the edge. But she knew Kane wasn’t here to give her pleasure. This was a punishment, and even though her body was betraying her, letting Kane know exactly how much she was turned on, this wasn’t about her getting off.

“How does that feel, Bella?” he asked, his brown eyes finding hers.

“I don’t know,” she said, and it was the truth.

“Does it hurt?”

“Not exactly. It feels different. Full. It hurts when you put them in, though.”

“And take them out?” he asked, gripping the plug’s base and pulling out the fourth ball, then shoving it back in again.

“Yes! Oh, god, yes! That does hurt,” she whimpered.

“Good. Except,” Kane murmured, brushing a finger over her soaking wet pussy, “it seems as though you’re enjoying this. Are you, Bella?”

“I don’t know,” she repeated. “A little. Yes.”

“Let’s see if you enjoy the last ball inside you. Shall we?”

No
! “Yes.”

“Make sure you’re holding tight to your ankles,” he directed her. “And relax yourself.”

“OK.”

She felt the pressure immediately, the biggest ball trying to push its way past the tight entrance to her hole. “No, Kane. I can’t,” she moaned, the stretching almost unbearable.

“You will,” he murmured, continuing to press it in.

“Oh, no, please,” she moaned as the ball continued. It was at its widest part now, and Kane held it there, stretching her for a few seconds. Then he sank it inside her, the other balls pushing their way farther too.

Bella’s breathing was coming in gasps, and she felt lightheaded with the sensation.

“Breath. Nice and slow. Relax.” Kane’s voice reached her ears, vibrating warmly, and she listened to his words. “Take some deep breaths, Bella.”

She did, allowing her body to relax around the balls.

“Very good, Bella,” he said now, and she opened her eyes, realizing she’d closed them when the biggest ball went in. And Kane had let her keep them closed. “You’re doing quite well.”

She couldn’t speak, but she moaned lightly, writhing slightly on the bed. She watched as he brought his hand to his mouth, licking his index and middle finger, then bringing them lower and lower, moving them between her legs. Was he going to touch her? She’d come in a second. Would he allow her to? Could she hold back if he said no?

Slowly, he touched her engorged clit, and her whole body shook, her muscles contracting hard around the plug inside her. He dipped his fingertips into her wetness, then moved them back to her clit, which he began to massage.

Bella moaned, her body on the edge. “I’m going to come, Kane,” she murmured, a warning, so he wouldn’t get mad if she did.

“I know.” His voice was so low, his eyes so intense.

So she let herself go. In seconds her body was flying, the orgasm that had been building, slowly, all night long finally taking over, lifting her high and dropping her. She screamed out as she climaxed, as her body contracted and loosened over and over again.
Good lord
. She’d do anything for this feeling. It was like a drug. She was addicted. And if a punishment was the way to get this high, she’d take it, again and again and again.

On some level she felt Kane removing the plug, felt a warm towel cleaning her, but she was too out of it to register the details. All she knew was that she’d never felt anything this good.

And then, suddenly, Kane was gone, taking the supplies with him. She’d just had the most intense orgasm of her life, and she was completely alone again.

It had never been in the plans to bring Bella intentionally to orgasm. But he hadn’t expected her to enjoy the session as much as she seemed to. He’d known she had no experience with this kind of play, and he’d assumed it would hurt and embarrass her. Now that it was over, he was angry that he had touched her, that the second he saw her pussy glistening and wide open he’d wanted to give her pleasure like that. He’d gotten lost in the moment, something so unlike him it was frightening. He was used to always being in control. And she wasn’t supposed to get off on this. If she were one of his partners, someone he played with, it would be different. But she wasn’t. She was some random girl from down the block who’d spilled his scotch and deserved to be punished. Except…

Like last time, his cock was throbbing hard as he left the office, leaving Bella behind. Again, he headed straight to the shower, where he gripped his hard, swollen cock and jerked off furiously, imagining he was sinking it deep inside Bella over and over again.
Fuck
, he muttered as he came, bracing himself with one arm against the wall of the shower.
Fuck
.

After his shower he pulled on a T-shirt and pair of loose gray sweatpants. He knew he should get some sleep—or at least get some work done—but he was restless. His mind, against his wishes, kept wandering to Bella, who was presumably right downstairs, sleeping in his office. Fuck if he didn’t want to go down there. To find some excuse to go into the office so he could check on her. See her. Look into her gorgeous blue eyes to discern what she was feeling, because it was easy to read her emotions. He could tell, just from looking at her, when she was scared. Or embarrassed. Or turned on.

He groaned in dismay as his dick stiffened slightly again. God, he needed a drink.

Downstairs in the kitchen he listened for a few moments to see if he could hear Bella, before remembering his office was soundproof.
Fool
, he chided himself, for forgetting something like that but also for being weak. For thinking about Bella in a way he didn’t want to. He was usually so good at controlling his emotions.
Directing
them. What was different this time?

He was in the mood for wine, so he chose a bottle of Italian red, one of his favorites for its deep taste, velvety and rich, and poured himself a glass. He sipped it thoughtfully as he stood in the kitchen, debating what to do next.

The office door opened. He heard it seconds before he saw Bella emerge, her long blond hair falling gently around her shoulders. She was dressed in a long T-shirt, but it barely covered her ass, which, he was sure, was still red from her belting earlier. When she saw him she started and blushed, then smiled at him. “Hi,” she said.

“Bella.”

“I was just looking for something to drink…” she stuttered. “I’ll just go back to the office till you’re done…”

“Stay.”

She froze in place, then took a step closer to him.

“Would you like a glass of wine?”

“OK. Yes. Thanks, Kane.”

He poured her some and handed her the glass, her fingers brushing lightly against his hand as she took it. That gesture, that small gesture, tugged at him, somewhere deep down inside. And that was exactly what he didn’t want to feel.

“Join me in the living room,” he said, heading down the hallway without looking back at her, but he could hear her bare feet on the floor, softly following him. He flicked on a Tiffany standing lamp, the warm glow beautiful, and gestured at one of the armchairs. “Please have a seat.”

He watched as Bella sat down in the chair, curling her legs up under her like a child. But there was nothing else about her that was childish. Her breasts swelled under her T-shirt, and he knew so well how they looked though, he realized, he’d never touched them. It was ironic, wasn’t it, that he’d already touched her pussy, made her come hard and fast, but still hadn’t so much as kissed her nipples. Or her lips.

“Is your room comfortable?” he asked.

“Yes. It is. Very.”

“Good. I want you to be safe here.”

“Why do you make me stay the night?” she asked.

He sipped his wine, then thoughtfully ran a finger along the rim of the glass. “I need to make sure you’re all right, Bella.”

“But you’re in a different room. If you’re not even with me, you can’t know if I’m
all right
or not. So what’s the point?”

She was right, but he felt a flare of anger at the fact that she was questioning him. “The point is, it’s part of our agreement.” Which didn’t answer the question, he knew, but so be it.

She nodded, and then he saw her staring at the Mortlach bottle that sat, still, on the coffee table, right on top of the check she’d written.

“I’m sorry,” she said after a few moments. “About your scotch. I’m really sorry.”

“And that’s why you’re here now, isn’t it?”

“Yes, but…” Her voice trailed off, and she was silent for a few seconds before continuing. “But still, I’m sorry. I would never have touched it if I’d known how valuable it was.”

“Perhaps in three more weeks you’ll be even sorrier.”

“It’s not just that. The money. Or the spanking.” She blushed when she said
spanking
, and his cock stiffened. “It was important to you. Meaningful. And that can’t be replaced.”

“No,” he said simply. “It can’t.” He hadn’t expected that. Hadn’t expected her to understand that this was really about more than the scotch itself.

“Tell me about your grandfather,” she said. “The one who bottled the scotch.”

Ah. No. She was dangerously close to prying into his feelings. He didn’t allow that. Ever. So he was surprised when he found himself answering, almost against his will.

“His name was Lachlann Calhoun. He was born and raised in Scotland. His son, my father, came to the United States as soon as he was old enough. He’d had enough of Scotland and didn’t want to follow in his father’s footsteps. A master taster and blender, that’s what my grandfather had become. But my father had no interest. In New York, he met my mother, but he was an asshole. Drinking. Cheating. Leaving her alone for weeks at a time. She got pregnant, and still he treated her like that. When he died, stabbed ten times in a back alley in the dirtiest part of the city, my mother was relieved. She told me that later, when I was older.

“At the time, though, she was struggling. No money. No husband. A baby coming soon. My grandfather had never met her until my father’s funeral, and he invited her to come stay with him in Scotland. She had no other choice, so she went. And I was born there.