Kiki's Millionaire (6 page)

“You know, Jim, I’m not feeling all that great,” she
said quietly to him when they were alone for a few minutes.

“You do look a little pale, Kitten. Do you want me to
take you home?”

“If you wouldn’t mind, yes.”

He patted her hand where it lay on his arm. “I hate to
see the evening end, but if you’re not feeling well…”

“Well, I think we both know where it was going anyway.”
Absolutely nowhere, to her great disappointment. It was her own fault for
having any kind of hopes.

“It was that obvious?”

She nodded, miserable. He saw it too. That certainly
marked the end of whatever relationship they had. If you could call it a
relationship.

Turning to Cal and Ginny, Jim made their goodbyes and
Kiki did likewise. Within half an hour they were at her apartment.

* * *

Jim was frantic trying to think of some way he could
prolong their evening and open the door to some future dates, but not much came
to mind. He knew Kiki was interested in him, but he also knew—by her
feisty rejection of his money—that she didn’t think they were on equal
footing. Their common likes and dislikes shouldn’t be overlooked, in his
opinion. They were people first, and bank accounts much further down the list.

He knew she was exhausted, that was easy to tell, but
it was only nine o’clock, and he needed whatever time he could get in order to
convince her to give him more of a chance. He wanted to be part of her life.
She’d implied that things were going somewhere, but she hadn’t seemed happy
about it. Those kinds of mixed signals made him wary, lest he make some awful
faux pas.

She didn’t turn him out at her apartment door, and he
came in like he had the right. Maybe she was just too tired for a confrontation
with him tonight. He felt guilty for making his stand when she was at a
disadvantage, but he wouldn’t get another chance. It was their third date, and she
seemed inclined to let it end after the night was through.

Removing his overcoat, he sat in a chair and watched
her move around the small apartment, putting her coat away, and sorting through
the day’s mail. There was musical beep, and she vocalized a tiny oh! and got
her cell phone out of her purse, pressing buttons on the older-model device.

“Oh no…no, no, no,” she moaned; the tone in her voice
was absolutely defeated. Immediately, Jim left the chair and went to her. She
was staring at her phone like it was a funeral procession.

“Kiki? Honey? What’s wrong?” Whatever it was, he vowed
silently to make it right.

“They fired me. They fuckin’ fired me!”

“They sent you a text message?” He couldn’t think of
much that would be ruder.

She nodded, still staring at her phone.

“Let me see.” He took the phone from her.

You’re fired. Gary filed a complaint alleging that
you threatened him with physical violence. Get your stuff on Monday.

“Damn!” It was Jim’s turn to cuss. This had been his
fault. He should have considered that when he staked his claim on Kiki. Gary
was a slime, and this just proved it. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

Kiki took the phone back from him, closed it gently,
and put it down near her purse. “Well, that just makes the whole day perfect,”
she said. “Perfectly shitty, that is.”

Jim wrapped his arms around her and drew her close.
“Listen,” he said, lips hovering over her forehead. “I’ll call Ted Keeting
tomorrow. I’m sure I can fix this.”

“No. You can’t fight my battles for me. I’ll find
another job. I’ll manage.” Her hands were balled against his chest, not
resisting, but her upset was evident in those white knuckles.

He felt like a total heel. “Let me. Just let me help.”

Kiki shook her head, then rested it against his chest.
“It was a crappy job anyway.” Her voice broke as she spoke.

Jim stroked her back, and when she started to cry he
could feel the trembling of her shoulders and the hitching of her breath. “Ah,
honey. This just isn’t right. How about if I help you find another job? I know
several people—“

“No.” Her response was muffled and tear-filled. “This
was supposed to be our last date. You said so. We had a deal. I can’t ask you
to help me. I won’t take your help.”

Jim tilted her chin up and wiped away her tears with
his thumbs. “One more date and a little nudge of a friend. Just that much.” He
needed another chance to make things right, to build something she could live
with. His money didn’t need to be an issue, if he could just find the right
words.

Although her eyes were still streaming, there was
indecision there and not a small amount of desperation. “Just a nudge?”

He nodded. She was so beautiful, eyes glistening, lips
pouting and soft. He wanted to take away all her hurts. She’d hate that, though.
Softly, softly.

When she bit her lower lip, he was undone, and tipped
his head down to kiss her. At first, it was a gentle nibbling of her lips, but
it deepened, and soon she returned his tongue’s ministrations with her own. She
was sweet from champagne and strawberries.

As he kissed her, he untied the soft scarf around her
throat, and then stroked that tender skin with his fingertips. His lips
followed his fingertips along the white column so sweetly perfumed for him. She
sighed as he nibbled his way down to the juncture of her neck and shoulder.
When he bit her there, she moaned softly. He could feel her melting against
him. Once more, he took her lips with his own, sucking on her tongue, exploring
her mouth with growing ardor. He wanted to soothe her, to comfort her. If he
could just convince her to accept what he was offering…

Her hands moved over his chest, his cheeks, finally
entwining in his long hair. She pulled out the leather tie there and ruffled
his dark hair around his shoulders.

“Jim,” she whispered. “We shouldn’t…”

Her small hands said something very different as she
pulled his suit coat open and eased it off his shoulders. As she explored his
t-shirted chest, he ran his hands up and down her arms and shoulders, reveling
in how small she was in his hands, how dainty and sexy. There was an urgency
starting in his pants, but he wouldn’t take what she wasn’t ready to give. He
might want to posses her, but was she ready to be possessed?

“Shouldn’t we?” he countered. “Are you telling me to
stop, love?” She teased his nipples through his shirt and a surge of sexual
response raced over him, making him harder.

“No. No, don’t stop.”

A muddled feeling of triumph and tenderness raced
through him and he moved his hands down her chest to cup her small breasts.
They were perfectly shaped, small, but curvy, with marble-sized nipples that
poked at his palms.

She hummed an excited encouragement. He plucked at her
nipples a few times, rolled his palms over them, then slid his hands around
behind her to unzip her dress. It pooled at her feet moments later, and she was
left in her lacy bra, thong panties, and high-heeled pumps.

As she tugged at his t-shirt, he kissed his way down
her throat again, finally pausing on a nipple covered with a lace cup. He
worried it with his teeth, sucked on it through the fabric until she whined.

He raised his head, and the black t-shirt Jim wore
fell to the floor. It only took a moment for him to unfasten her front-hook
bra, pulling it to the sides. While her hands pressed against his broad chest,
following the contours of his muscles, he enjoyed her pert nipples and the look
of abandon on her face. Her eyes were closed, head thrown back.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed against her body.

She shrugged out of her bra, then began to unbuckle
his belt. He stilled her hands and did the unbuckling and unzipping himself,
dropping the balance of his clothes on the floor at their feet.

When she opened her eyes to look at him, he saw her
pupils, large with lust, as well as something more subtle that he couldn’t
quite place. Was it sadness? Resignation? Jim lifted her in his arms and set
her in the middle of the bed, following her onto the mattress on his knees. He
bent over her, peppering her with kisses down her belly, until he reached her
panties. Slowly, he worked them off her, kissing her flat stomach and the toned
shape of her pelvis.

She had a small patch of dark hair at the apex of her
thighs and he ran his fingers through the short curls’ soft springiness,
teasing her until she gripped his hair and pulled. “Jim!”

He licked at her inner thighs as he tenderly explored
her wet slit with his fingers. Eventually, after teasing her until she was
moaning unceasingly, he applied the tip of his tongue to her swollen button and
her hips shot off the bed. Jim held her still while he lapped at her sweet
cream and manipulated her clit without mercy. He could feel her tension build
with the swelling of her pussy lips and firm clit.

“Oh, God, Jim,” she panted. “I’m going to come…I’m
going to…”

He wriggled his face against her, and paused only long
enough to encourage her. “Come, baby. Go ahead.”

She ground her pussy into his face as she called out
his name.

Jim’s dick was ragingly hard, so hard that pressing it
against the mattress was painful. His balls felt like two molten spheres of
lava, threatening to erupt. He lifted his head and enjoyed the look of rapture
and utter languor on Kiki’s lovely face. The smell of her was intoxicating and
she seeped a wet spot on the bed. He could feel her pussy pulsing around his
fingers. But it was his turn. He needed what she had to give. He wouldn’t steal
it from her, but he would take what she offered, and gladly. Using a little
pressure from his hands, he encouraged her to turn over and come up on hands
and knees. He wanted to see her perfect ass and long back as he took her.

* * *

Kiki had never felt so sexy in her life. Jim’s
attentions made her feel beautiful and luxe. She wanted to give him that same
joy. He was so handsome, so broad and strong, every muscle defined, his biceps
like twin columns, and his thick prick ramrod straight against his belly. She
looked over her shoulder as she positioned herself as he wanted. Kiki tried to
encourage him with a smile and a wiggle of her behind.

He smacked her butt as he plunged in for the first
time, and the bright sensations—hot, stinging and deep
penetration—set her on the edge of orgasm immediately. She pressed her
fanny back against him, encouraging more and deeper thrusts. Her moans were
autonomic; they fell from her lips in noisy exhalations of air. It was all she
could do not to cry out ecstatically when he spanked her bottom again and
again. She’d been excited by the spankings he’d given her for punishment, but
these hard swats during sex were mind-blowing. It never would have occurred to
her that a little bit of pain could be sexy, but, oh boy was it!

As his strokes grew faster, and his spanks harder, she
knew he was nearing his pinnacle. She writhed against him, sneaking peeks over
her shoulder. His face showed great concentration, the hair loose around his
face and shoulders incredibly erotic. Their eyes met and his lips turned up at
the corners. “It’s okay if you want to say fuck now, baby.”

She laughed. “In that case, fuck me, Jim. Fuck me
hard.”

And he did, spanking her throughout. Her butt got
progressively hotter. Each swat reverberated as an electric thrill through her
clit. Finally, Jim’s control slipped and he shoved hard one last time, spilling
himself as deep as was possible, groaning in a low, whisky growl.

Kiki felt triumphant, as though her femininity had won
the moment. Sensation, their sensations, were matched and made into something
much stronger than just a physical reaction.

She looked over her shoulder again, and saw him
kneeling there, panting, a soft sheen of sweat all over his gorgeous body, and
a traitorous thought shot through Kiki: I love him.

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” The spanks just kept coming, and whether
there was more energy behind them or not, they kept stinging worse. She should
have known better than to claim duress when Jim had been about to nudge his
friend into interviewing her for a job. But it had been duress. The night
prior, she’d been terribly upset from a day full of unpleasantness. By the time
she got the text message telling her that she was fired, she’d had more than
enough. Under those circumstances, anyone might have a weak moment and agree to
take a favor that led to an obligation neither party really wanted to have.
Despite their incredible lovemaking, Kiki knew that Jim intended to move on.
Asking for one more date with her was just his way of being nice when she was
down in the dumps. She appreciated it, but definitely didn’t intend to take
advantage of him that way. The same was true for his offer to prod a friend
regarding a new job. As desperate as her situation had grown, she knew that a
favor from him would naturally obligate her to give him a favor in return. And,
really, what had she to give? Nothing. She was a dead weight, and she’d just
drag him down. Even trading sex for a job was out, primarily because she didn’t
prostitute herself that way, but secondarily because she’d already given
herself to him sexually—so there was no novel thing for him to get from
more sex with her. She didn’t think of herself as any prize in that regard.

Still the spanking went on. “Please, Jim! I’m sorry! I
just can’t—ow!—ask favors of you like that!” Her fanny was flaming
and tears were forming in her eyes.

“You’re not asking for a favor! I’m offering you
something you need, Kiki. Take it!”

She shook her head and strands of dark hair clung to
the perspiration on her forehead. “That really stings, Jim!”

“Good! Stop being so stubborn.”

Kiki buried her face in a pillow as she bent over the
side of the bed where Jim had pressed her, both of them still naked with the
early morning light their only blanket. She didn’t want to shriek and have the
neighbors complain again. First one butt cheek and then the other, then a trip
down her thighs, then back to her sit-spots, there was a rhythm to his swats,
but it hurt too much to use anticipation as a tool to accept what was being
done to her abused behind. She lifted her head a little, afraid to get too far
from the pillow’s sound dampening miracle foam—and a miracle it was, for
containing her howls. “Okay! Okay! I’ll—ow! ow!—I’ll talk to your
friend. I will!”