Her Millionaire Master (12 page)

“So what does this mean right now?” she asked, squeezing him gently—too gently. “Does it mean you want to spank me?”

Kane shut his eyes for a second, focusing only on her hand, massaging his cock through his pants.

“Right now?” he finally muttered, unable to stop himself, “it means I want to fuck you, Bella. I want to finally find out how it feels to be inside your soft, wet cunt.” If she thought
cunt
was too harsh, she gave no indication. Deftly she undid his belt. He stood, pushing down his jeans, but Bella stopped him.

“Let me,” she said as he began to push his boxer briefs off, and he did, his bulge growing by the second as her delicate hands grasped the waistband and lowered his underwear. She knelt as she pushed them down his legs, her face so close to his cock he couldn’t stand it. How badly he wanted to fuck her mouth, come inside it, watch his cock disappear between her fucking gorgeous lips.
Someday
, he thought. Except there wasn’t
someday
. There was right now. And three more sessions. And that was the end.

He groaned out loud as her tongue touched his rock-hard cock, gently at first. It circled his head, then lapped up from the base to the tip.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

As she massaged his balls with one hand and gripped his cock with the other, then opened her mouth wide to take him in, he allowed his eyes to fall shut for a moment at the sheer pleasure of it. But he wanted to watch. He wanted to see his dick sink inside her, wanted to know how it looked to have her lips wrapped around his length.

She was looking up at him, and when their eyes met it was hard to breathe. Her mouth was so hot and wet, and her lips sliding up and down his cock was the most fucking glorious thing he’d ever seen.

Bella stood, then, so she was standing in front of him. He needed to lick those tits, needed to bite them. He bent his head, licking one of her rock-hard nipples. When she moaned he bit the right one, sinking his teeth into her flesh, enjoying the groan, half-pleasure and half-pain, that she emitted. When he raised his head again he could see her eyes were glazed with desire.

He lowered his lips to hers to devour her mouth, then stopped himself. He wasn’t going to kiss her. That was too intimate. What was he thinking, allowing himself to get too close? This was sex, that was all. Instead, he gestured with his chin to the couch. “Bend over the end of the sofa,” he demanded.

His cock swelled as she complied, leaning her lithe body over the edge. She was wearing only panties now, and he knew they were soaked, though he hadn’t felt them yet. In a second he was behind her yanking the flimsy material down her legs, feeling the damp and warm material as he pulled her panties off.

Harshly he used his knee to spread her legs apart. He wanted to take her. Fuck her. Erase any trace of emotion that was trying to creep in. He lined the head of his cock up with her pussy and, in one movement, thrust all the way inside.

She cried out, a mixture of surprise and pleasure that went straight to his head. It was dizzying, the way she responded to him, and he began to fuck her in earnest. Grabbing her hips for leverage, he slammed into her, again and again, her groans spurring him on. In just a few minutes he could feel her coming, the walls of her pussy contracting so fucking gloriously around his cock as he continued to fuck her. And then, his balls tightening and his cock pulsating, he came too, hard, cursing as he did.

He pulled out immediately, grabbing his clothes. Without bothering to wipe himself off, he pulled his clothes back on and strode to the door.

“Kane.” Bella had stood up and was holding her T-shirt in front of her like he hadn’t just seen her naked. Like he hadn’t shoved a butt plug up her ass only a few days ago.

“Friday,” he said. He knew she wanted to talk. He knew she wanted more. And fuck if, for a split second, he didn’t want to give it to her. Cursing, he left her apartment without a look back.

What had she expected? Bella felt humiliated that she’d stripped for Kane, that she’d initiated what happened in her apartment. She wasn’t embarrassed that she’d slept with him. Hell, he’d done so many things to her already it seemed like the next logical step. She was embarrassed because, somewhere in the back of her obviously stupid mind, she’d thought it would mean something to him. She’d thought it would somehow change him. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

It was Friday morning, and she had an odd day off of school. Instead of picking up extra jobs walking dogs, she’d decided to take the morning off and give herself a break. She’d run into Charles earlier, and he’d asked her to have coffee with him. Now, she waited in Hippies and Hipsters, a local coffee joint. She’d ordered a regular coffee and loaded it up with cream and sugar, just the way she liked it.

She grinned as Charles walked through the door. He always looked so happy. He waved as he saw her and headed to the counter to order. His blond hair was getting long, and he kept shoving it out of his face. He had on a tight pair of white jeans, a light blue T-shirt, and a summer scarf tossed casually around his neck.

“Babe,” he said, heading to the table and sitting down with his drink.

“Hey, Charles! How are you?”

“How are
you
is the better question,” he said, concern showing in his blue eyes. “Are you all right after the other night?”

“Oh, you mean the kid with the knife? Yeah, I’m fine.”

“How was Kane?”

“Um, fine.” Bella couldn’t help the blush that crept into her cheeks.

Charles gave her a knowing look and shook his head. “You need to be careful, Bella.”

“I know. The landlord is installing a motion-sensor light outside the building…”

“I meant in regards to Kane.”

“Right.” Bella took a sip of her sweet, milky coffee. “It’s fine, Charles. We’re… fine.”

“Oh, Bella. I can see it in your eyes. It’s not just a… what do you call it…
deal
to you anymore, is it?”

“Of course it is!” she objected, even though she knew that was a lie. “Three more weeks. Two more after tonight.” Her pussy tingled slightly as she thought how this very night, in just a few hours, she’d be back with Kane, at his mercy, while he did things to her.

“I’ve known Kane for a long time. And I’ve seen women, many women, try to tame him. Capture him. Captivate him. They never succeed, Bella. And if you try? You will end up with a broken heart. I promise you that. And I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Bella sighed. In her heart, she knew Charles was right. She’d sensed it for a long time, and hadn’t Kane pretty much said it as well? Still, there was a part of her that couldn’t let go anymore. “At least I need to finish the deal,” she finally said. “I can’t let him cash the check.”

“Tell me why it’s worth so much to you,” said Charles. “Aside from the fact that it’s a shitload of money.”

Bella laughed. “I’m trying to buy my grandma’s house. She’s dead, but she was really important to me. She kind of helped raise me, actually. My parents both worked full time, and I spent a lot of time at her house. Anyway, the house is pretty. Perfect, except for needing a shit-ton of work! It’s in a suburb just outside the city, but it has a big lot, where she used to grow vegetables. The house itself was special to her, because my grandfather actually built it. Right now it belongs to this old couple, and they’re trying to wait until I have money for the deposit. I can’t get a loan because I have practically no credit history, so I need a lot. But they’re getting old and want to move to a retirement house, except they need to sell the place first… Anyway. Long story. I’m going to buy my grandmother’s house. And I have to do it soon.”

“That’s lovely, Bella.
You’re
lovely.” He said it sadly.

Bella frowned. “I can take care of myself, Charles. I appreciate your concern, but it’s OK. I’m an adult. I can handle Kane being an asshole.”

“Be careful.”

“Anyway,” she asked, “wouldn’t Kane be pissed that you talk about him like this to me?”

“You mean call him an asshole? Warn you that he’s a huge dick? Oh, I tell him that to his face.”

“Why are you friends with him if you think he’s an asshole?”

“Because he’s loyal to the people he loves. And there aren’t many of them. Me. His mother. His grandfather before he died.”

“Has he ever loved a woman?” Bella knew she shouldn’t ask—she shouldn’t even be thinking about that, because it didn’t matter—but she was dying to know.

“Bella,” warned Charles.

“I’m just curious, Charles!”

Charles shook his head but answered anyway. “Never. He has lots of women he plays with. Dates. But nothing serious. He’s very closed off. Emotionally unavailable.”

“Why?”

Charles shrugged. “I’m not sure exactly. Partly just his personality. But he’s had a hard life, too. Grew up with an asshole dad, who was murdered. His mom did her best to take care of him, but he struggled a lot as a kid. That’s why he loved his grandfather so much, because his grandfather took care of him and his mother. Who knows how he’d have ended up if not for that.”

“He told me a little bit about his grandfather.”

“Really?” Charles set his cup on the table and looked curiously at Bella. “He never tells people about that. I’m surprised.”

Bella shrugged and took another sip of her coffee, trying to fight down the tiny flare of excitement that threatened to burst into flame.
It didn’t mean anything
, she reminded herself.
It didn’t mean anything at all
. But it was hard to let go of that flicker of hope.

* * *

When she arrived at Kane’s house Friday evening, Bella was a mess of nerves. Mixed in of course, though, was excitement. The previous two sessions had been embarrassing and painful, but she’d come both times, earth-shattering orgasms that left her wanting more. What would tonight be like? More of the same, or would he do something different?

When Kane opened the door, Bella was surprised to find him dressed impeccably in a well-fitted suit. The pants and jacket were black, the shirt crisp and white. A muted burgundy tie, luxurious and silky, covered his shirt buttons and disappeared into the black jacket. He’d shaved, his face smooth. Bella wanted to touch it, but that kind of intimacy between them didn’t exist, despite all the things they’d done together.

“Bella,” he said quietly.

“Kane.”

“Go to the office. There are some outfits I’ve purchased for you. Shoes as well. They are all yours to keep. Choose one to wear tonight. We’re going out.”

“Oh. OK.” Going out? This wasn’t at all what she expected. It wasn’t at all part of their agreement. But she wasn’t going to argue, so she slipped down the hall and into the office.

A clothes rack on wheels stood in one corner, decorated with skirts and dresses, blouses and shirts. Next to it, at least ten shoeboxes were stacked on the floor. She noticed a shiny pink Victoria’s Secret bag next to the stack of shoeboxes.

“Holy crap,” she whispered, approaching the clothes and touching them. The fabric of each item was good quality—she could tell the instant her fingers felt it. She’d never had clothing this lovely before, never could justify the expense when she was trying so hard to save up. Giddy with excitement, she quickly looked through the rack of clothes. How would she choose? Each item was more gorgeous than the next, but finally she settled on a black dress, simple but sexy.

Quickly, she stripped off her clothes, folding them neatly and setting them on the coffee table. She remembered that Kane didn’t like messes. After rummaging in the lingerie bag, she found a matching set of a lacy black bra and panties. Then she pulled on the dress. It fit perfectly, as though it had been made just for her. It was all black, the skirt dancing out when she twirled. The top was fitted, with short fluttery sleeves that matched the skirt. In one of the shoeboxes she found a perfect pair of strappy black heels. What she wanted was to look at everything else. She’d seen a pair of amazing boots she’d like to try on, but she didn’t want to keep Kane waiting. Later. She’d play dress-up after the session was over tonight.

She emerged from the office and headed back into the living room, where she found Kane sitting in one of his elegant chairs, legs crossed, sipping scotch.

“Stunning, Bella,” he muttered, his voice low.

She blushed. “Do you like it?”

“Very much.”

“Thank you, Kane. For the clothes. And shoes. And, you know, underwear.”

“You’re welcome. I like to see a woman in clothes that deserve to be worn by her. Shall we?” He stood, setting his drink on the table and offering her his arm. She took it, and they headed outside, where a black sedan was waiting for them. The driver was already at the back door, pulling it open so they could slide in. Bella couldn’t believe how fancy this all was. Her clothes. Kane’s suit. The fact that he had a car with a driver. Where were they going?

As if reading her mind, Kane said, “We’re going to Symphonia tonight. Have you been?”

Bella knew it was a restaurant in downtown Chicago, an expensive one. “No,” she said. “I’ve heard it’s good, though.”

“It is. Quite. I think you’ll enjoy it.”

They were quiet as the car drove through the city. Bella watched the lit-up buildings and houses outside the windows, trying to keep down the swell of excitement she was feeling. What did it mean that Kane was taking her to one of the nicest restaurants in the city? Was their relationship changing? She didn’t want to hope for that, because hoping only set you up for disappointment. But she couldn’t help let just a wisp of that fantasy into her mind.

When they pulled up to the restaurant, the driver got out to open their door. Kane took her elbow and guided her inside. She could feel people’s eyes on them, and she knew they looked striking, she in her expensive dress and shoes, Kane in his exquisite suit. It didn’t hurt that he was drop-dead gorgeous and had physical charisma, the kind that made heads turn the second he walked into any room.

“Mr. Calhoun,” said the host with a smile and gracious nod. “It’s wonderful to see you again. Please. Your table is ready.”