Her Millionaire Master (9 page)

“No.”

“Why not, Bella?”

“Because I agreed to the punishment. It was part of our deal.” She said it simply, as though it were an obvious answer.

He knew there was more to it, though. “What else? Tell me what else made you stay in place?”

Now her cheeks flushed even more, and she looked down.

“Why were your panties wet? So. Fucking. Wet.”

“I don’t know,” she whispered.

“I think you do. Tell me, Bella, why you came. On my lap. While I was spanking you.”

“I liked it,” she whispered, this time her voice so small he could barely hear her. “It hurt. A lot. But I liked it too.”

Fuck
. That was exactly what he’d thought, and exactly what he didn’t want to hear. On the one hand, it turned him on. She was exactly what he liked in a woman. Innocent yet curious. Afraid yet turned on. Ready—wanting—to take things to new levels, higher heights. To discover. Experiment. Normally that was exactly what he looked for in a sub. Except this wasn’t a relationship. They weren’t even fucking. This was punishment, pure and simple. But now it wasn’t quite that simple anymore.

He took a deep breath and cleared his throat, trying to regain all of his composure. “Bella, you know that our agreement is that I punish you, correct? If you happen to experience pleasure, it’s a byproduct and unintentional. And I will work harder to make sure you feel more pain and less pleasure. Is that fair?”

“It’s fair, Kane, yes.”

“Good.” He took another sip. “Stand up, Bella. Take off all your clothes except your panties.”

“Yes, Kane.”

She was so obedient, he thought, as he watched her stand up and begin to unbutton her shirt. He could see her hands were shaky, trembling as she fumbled with the buttons. In his seat he shifted, his cock hardening even more as he watched her take off her clothes. She dropped her shirt to the floor, revealing her breasts, pushed up by a lacy and skimpy bra. Cheap looking, but still sexy. When she reached back to unclasp it, her breasts pushed forward, and he inhaled, fighting the urge to get up and go to her, to feel her nipples between his fingers, to flick them, tease them, bite them. They were hard and dark pink, and it took all his strength to stay still, to ignore his throbbing cock. She unzipped her skirt, pushing it down and off, and now she stood before him in only her panties, a lacy black pair that wouldn’t stay on for much longer.

“Good girl,” he said, standing up and taking two long strides until he stood directly in front of her. “I am going to see if your panties are wet already. Is that OK?” He stared into her blue eyes, daring her to say no.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“And what will I find when I touch you?” he whispered into her ear, smelling the sweet scent of her shampoo, wanting to kiss her soft skin but resisting. That’s not why she was here. Instead he pulled the elastic band of her panties gently so she took a step even closer to him.

“That I’m wet,” she murmured.

He pushed her legs apart, then reached two fingers between them, rubbing them against her pussy through her panties. The fabric was, indeed, warm and damp. He withdrew his hand and nodded at the bed. “Bend over the bed for me, Bella.”

Fear glinted in her eyes as she nodded, then walked to the bed and lay her top half on it.
This
, he thought. Bella bent over the bed, waiting for him to punish her, and soaking wet because of it. This was the hottest fucking thing ever. From behind she was gorgeous, her skin so pale. The way her ass stuck out at the end of the bed made him curse under his breath. And her hair, blond and thick and wavy. So soft. So smooth. Falling in waves over her shoulders and onto the red silk comforter beneath her.

He stalked to the bed so he was standing right behind her. He was wearing jeans with a belt, and a white dress shirt, unbuttoned. Bare feet.

“Bella,” he said, keeping his voice low but steady, “tell me what you hear.”

He unbuckled his belt, the frame and prong clinking against each other as he pulled it out through the belt loops of his jeans.

“Um, your belt? You’re taking off your belt?”

“Yes. I am. And what do you think I’m going to do with it, Bella?”

She gasped, a small sound, and tried to cover it with her arm. But he’d heard it. “Spank me with it?” she whispered.

“Ask me to.”

“Oh.” The syllable was filled with uncertainty, but she kept on. “Kane, please spank me with, um, your belt.”

He stood right behind her and, with his foot, pushed one of her feet farther apart from the other. He trailed the end of the belt up her right leg to her ass, then up her left leg the same way, watching her body shiver and twitch under the tickle of the leather. It would be doing a lot more than tickling in a few moments, he thought, as he took the end of the belt and held it with the buckled end in his fist. Doubled over, the belt would deliver a harsh spanking. It would hurt, he knew, and maybe this time Bella wouldn’t like it as much.

He raised his arm and brought the belt down, hard, on Bella’s pantied bottom.

“Ouch!” Bella jumped and grabbed her ass, the pain from the belt hitting her over her panties like nothing she’d felt before. It was worse—far worse—than the paddle last week.

“Back in place,” Kane said, his voice uncompromising and so calm it was almost vicious.

“Yes, Kane,” she whispered, spreading her legs once more and leaning back on the bed.

She promised herself she’d hold still, but when he brought the belt down a second time, it took all her focus not to spring back up again.

“Good girl,” he murmured, the belt biting into her ass once more.

“Oh, god, Kane,” she cried out.

“Does it hurt?” He spanked her again.

“Yes! Fuck!” she gasped, once again feeling the burn and sting of the belt.

“You’re going to get ten more for now. Will you hold still for me, Bella?”

“Yes,” she whimpered. Ten! She wasn’t sure she could last that long. But she had to try. And, like last time, despite the awful pain, her pussy was throbbing again, as though he were pleasuring her, not spanking her. It made no sense. Yet she couldn’t deny the sensation of desire that spiraled through her as she steadied her body and got ready for the spanking to continue.

The belt fell again and again, and each time Bella cried out, her voice mindlessly repeating “ow!” and “no!” and “please stop!” but never her safeword. Not now. Not yet.

“You’ve done well, Bella,” he said, gripping the elastic waist of her panties. “We’ll finish on your bare ass. Yes?”

No
, every single cell in Bella screamed. But she forced herself not to shy away from his hands as they pulled her panties down. She had to bring her spread legs together to allow them off, but once they were, Kane roughly separated her legs once more with his hand.

“Five more, Bella. These will be hard.”

Like the others
weren’t
? She gripped handfuls of the red covers and braced herself, although she knew nothing in the world would get her truly ready for what was to come.

She was right. The bite of the leather on her bare ass made her whole body jerk, but somehow she managed to stay in place. It was hard to breathe though, and when Kane ran the belt gently over her burning ass, the anticipation, the not-knowing when he would strike again was just as bad—almost—as the pain itself.

The second lash of the belt fell lower, right where her ass met her thighs, and she cried out. “Ow! Kane! Please!”

Without responding, he gave her the third one, a little higher, and she wiggled on the bed, finding it almost impossible not to jump up and just leave. Walk out of the house. End it right then.

The fourth and fifth were quick, one right after the other, and these brought tears to her eyes, her entire body shaking from the pain and the effort not to move out of position. But quickly the pain faded into an intense but manageable burn. Her head stayed down on the bed as she gulped for breath.
Oh, god, that hurt
. More than she had thought it would. More than she’d thought she could take. But she’d done it. She felt strangely proud. And like last week, there was no denying the tingle between her legs. How was it possible, she wondered again, that something that hurt so much could make her so turned on? It was all of it, she knew—the pain, but also the fact that she was doing what Kane told her to. She didn’t have to. She
chose
to. And that was overwhelmingly alluring to her.

Kane’s hand massaged her burning cheeks, and she jumped at the sting. “It hurts,” he said, a statement, not a question.

“Yes,” she whimpered.

“It’s so red, Bella. You took the first part of tonight’s punishment very well.”

Bella’s heart sank at the confirmation that this had just been
part
of her punishment for the evening. She’d guessed more was coming. But could she handle it on her already very raw bottom?

“The problem,” Kane continued, moving his hand lower so his fingers dipped between her legs just for a second, then moved back to her butt again, “is that your ass is so red already. I have a firm rule that I will never break the skin. And your skin, Bella, is so very delicate. I’m worried about doing too much damage.”

Thank god
, thought Bella. She knew she deserved the punishment, but she wouldn’t argue with getting off easy. She hadn’t expected such compassion from Kane, but it warmed her heart to see it. Her body relaxed into the silky bedding beneath her. Until Kane spoke again.

“I have an…
alternate
punishment in mind. I’ve punished your beautiful ass on the outside. Now I’ll do the same to the inside.”

The inside? What was he talking about? Bella’s body tensed up at his words, because in the back of her mind she was pretty sure she knew exactly what he had in mind.

“Stand up, Bella,” he said, and she did, watching as he headed to one of the drawers and pulled out two items. As he came closer, she saw what they were, and her heart thudded in her chest. He had a small purple bottle of what she was pretty sure was lube. Which was good, since he was also holding a long silver object. It was shiny, five silver balls in consecutively larger sizes fastened firmly together.

Kane stood in front of her, a dark smile on his face. “Do you know what this is, Bella?” he asked, holding up the silver object.

Though she’d never seen one in person before, Bella knew enough to answer. “Um, a plug?”

“Yes. Butt plug. Anal plug,” he said casually. “Have you ever used one before?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“Have you ever had your asshole filled or fucked in any way before?”

The word
fucked
, for some reason, made her blush hard. It sounded so nasty the way he’d just said it. “No. I’ve never done anything there… no.”

“Some women,” said Kane, “find the sensation quite pleasurable. Others find it painful. And some enjoy both sensations.”

Bella stared at the shiny plug in his hand. It had a base that would allow Kane to grip it, control it. And then there were the five balls. The first was relatively small, maybe half an inch in diameter. The size of each increased, and the biggest, she estimated with horror, was probably one and a half inches wide. In its entirety it was probably eight inches long.

“The second part of your punishment tonight is this plug. I intend to insert it all the way into your ass, Bella. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” It wasn’t possible. This couldn’t be happening. Except it was. Kane stood in front of her holding it in one hand. He exuded power and dominance, from the hard set of his scruffy jaw to the tight line of his mouth, from his ripped chest showing between the fabric of his unbuttoned shirt to the wide stance of his legs. And his eyes, dark brown and piercing.

“Lie on your back on the bed, Bella.”

“Oh,” she murmured, her body shaky—but still, amazingly, turned on—as she did as she instructed.

“Good girl. Now part your legs, bring your knees up to your chest, and hold your ankles.”

Oh, god
. She did it, aware that her pussy and asshole were on full display for him now. Why couldn’t he do this with her bent over something, so at least she could hide her face and her embarrassment? But the look in his eyes told her he was enjoying this, that having her so open in this manner was part of her punishment.

As if reading her thoughts, Kane said, “I want to see your face when I’m filling your tight ass with this plug, Bella. I want to see your face when you’re asking me to do it.”

She squeezed her eyes shut tight. Maybe she could just pretend this wasn’t happening until it was over.

But Kane had other plans. “Open your eyes, Bella.”

She did, just in time to see him kneel down between her wide-spread legs, a smile—dangerously close to a smirk—on his face. Roughly he pushed her legs apart farther. Then he gently touched her slick folds, putting just the tip of his finger inside her pussy.

“You’re so wet,” he mused. “This is almost enough lubrication for your ass right here.” She felt the cold tip of the plug against her pussy lips, and she jumped. He pushed the first ball into her pussy.

Despite her fear and humiliation, she moaned at the sensation. The truth was, if he asked to fuck her right now, she’d be unable to refuse. He was so big and scary, but she knew that if he chose to, he could give her untold pleasure. Except that wasn’t what the punishment was about. She knew it. Kane, as if reminding himself as well, put the plug down on the bed and picked up the lube.

He squirted some on his finger, then she felt his finger touch her asshole.

“No,” she moaned, against her will, as he worked just the tip of his finger into the puckered opening. “Please, no.”

“Look at me.” Kane’s words were harsh, low.

Bella complied, her eyes filled with humiliation. She looked at Kane’s face as he inserted his finger a little farther. His eyes were smoldering, and the embarrassment and the shock of the invasion made her clench her muscles hard around the tip of his finger.

“You’re so tight,” Kane growled. “If you fight it, it’s going to hurt more.”

Bella breathed in deeply, trying to relax her body. Kane’s finger moved farther inside her, and she moaned in discomfort and humiliation, but also, if she were being honest, in desire. Spread open for him like this, with his finger invading her ass, she was at his mercy, completely and totally. Her pussy throbbed at the thought, new wetness coating her already slick folds.