Bared by the Billionaire (8 page)

He wanted to see her face when he broke down her barriers after a hard spanking and coaxed those tiny sounds of aching need from her despite herself. He wanted to touch her and taste her and penetrate her while she was tied down, spread apart, unable to resist. He wanted to hear those tiny sounds became screams of ecstasy.

* * *

Kyra stifled a groan as she sat down gingerly on the ottoman in her dressing room to unhook the black stockings. Her bottom was still stinging and she couldn’t resist the need to turn and inspect it in the long mirror on her way to retrieve her clothes from the closet. Yes, it was red. But it didn’t look as horrible as she’d feared. Still, her first real spanking hadn’t been anything like she’d imagined, all those times alone in her bed with her fingers busy between her legs. It
hurt,
far worse than she ever thought it would. In fact, she decided she never wanted a spanking again.

Except… there was that desperate need he’d awakened in her pussy right now. She wanted to be fucked. Hard. Mindless and frantic fucking, until she came over and over. She’d never felt like this before. She fought the overwhelming urge to bring herself to a quick orgasm. But he’d be monitoring those hidden cameras and she had no desire to repeat her punishment session so soon.

Maybe she wouldn’t mind being spanked next time if she got to come right afterwards, she mused, leaving the slutty outfit in a heap on the dressing room floor. She washed the tears from her face, wishing she had her bags so she could touch up her makeup. Searching for a comb, she opened a drawer in the bathroom vanity and found a full array of cosmetics. Lipsticks in much more vivid colors than her usual soft shade. Powder, blush in four different shades, and enough eye liner and shadow to make her look like an Egyptian princess.

Feeling a bit better, she applied powder and lipstick with a light hand and replaced the mascara that had been running in streaks down her face after crying so hard. Then she got back into her usual business attire. She’d worn a midnight blue suit today, with a cream-colored silk blouse underneath. Fully dressed, she gave herself a final once-over in the full-length mirror. That was when she realized the soft beige bra she’d worn was so sheer that her nipples were poking out, still hard.

Kyra sighed and buttoned her jacket. The rest of her underwear was in the suitcases that still hadn’t been returned to her. The bras that he’d provided were all elaborate creations in dark colors that would stand out under her light blouse, drawing even more attention to her shameless state of arousal.

She went back into the sitting room and sat primly on a chair, waiting. The loveseat was across the room, directly in her line of sight. She wondered how she had looked to Harmon when she was draped over the loveseat—her wrists bound behind her, her ass forced high in the air over the padded arm. She’d never been allowed to touch him or even to look at him, to see if his cock was hard under those low-slung jeans. It must have aroused him too. But he hadn’t demanded that she satisfy him in any way. The man had iron self-control.

There was a discreet knock at the door. She went to it and found Sam in the hall, her suitcases at his feet. He handed her the purse. “Mr. Harmon would like to see you in his office, ma’am,” he said. “I’ll just put your bags here in the foyer. Carmen will be along shortly to unpack for you.”

“Please, call me Kyra,” she replied. “And as for unpacking, I’d prefer to do that myself.” She breathed a sigh of relief. Apparently Sam hadn’t found the hidden recorder in her phone. The thought hit her suddenly that she’d better check later to see if the device was working. Had he found and disabled it? Kyra wondered how she would be able to continue this charade for the next six months. Her nerves were raw already and she’d barely begun.

Sam nodded. “I’ll let her know.”

He turned without another word and Kyra followed him down the hall and past the wide entryway to the cavernous living room she’d been in yesterday. They went about halfway down the hall on the other side of the elevator. Sam stopped and knocked at one of the white doors lining both sides of the hallway on this end of the building too.

He didn’t wait for a response, simply opened the door and ushered her inside. Jake Harmon sat behind a heavy wooden desk that was surprisingly traditional, unlike the rest of the sleek, ultra-modern furnishings he surrounded himself with elsewhere in the penthouse. He gestured to one of a pair of upholstered chairs in front of the desk.

“Kyra. Please, have a seat. Can I get you a cup of coffee or perhaps an iced tea?”

She shook her head.

“I hope your suite is satisfactory. Carmen or Esther will see to anything you need while you’re with us. They rotate so one of them is here from nine a.m. to six p.m. every day. In case you hadn’t noticed, there’s a house phone on one of the tables in your sitting room. It’s monitored 24/7, so if there’s anything you want after hours, just tell whoever answers and they’ll bring it to you.”

She stared at him, her mouth open. How could he do this, chatting away, nonchalant, as though he hadn’t paddled her naked ass and then licked her pussy until she nearly came just a little while ago? Maybe this was part of his strategy. Keep her off balance so she never knew which Jake Harmon to expect. If so, it was working. She could barely concentrate on his words. She kept staring at his hands, remembering how those fingers stroked her clit until she shuddered with need.

Well, if he could put it out of his mind, so could she. Kyra forced herself to pay attention as he slid a stack of papers across the desk.

“This is your contract. I think you’ll find all the provisions of our agreement are correct. There’s a bank statement showing the current balance of the escrow account at $500,000 as well as the paperwork for you to sign to open an account in your own name at that bank. Every Friday for the next six months I’ll transfer $20,000 from the escrow into your account. You can set up a password and check your account to verify that the funds are there. Once the deposit is made, you can transfer the money to any institution you want, anywhere in the world. I’m sure you won’t need assistance in doing that.” His smile was playful, inviting her to share a private joke regarding the circumstances that led to her being here.

She lowered her head and leafed through the stack of papers, willing her hands not to shake. Confidentiality agreement, letter giving her unlimited access to his legal team, employment contract, promissory note for a bonus of an additional $500,000 after the original contract was fulfilled. There was even a form requiring her social security number stating that taxes would be paid for her monthly, in addition to her exorbitant salary.

She read through the employment agreement and her eyes widened when she came to the part where she would be on call 24/7, prepared to submit to whatever discipline he required and to obey his every whim or command, immediately, with no protest or argument. In spite of the spanking she’d just received, seeing it there in black and white shocked her all over again.

Harmon was nothing if not thorough. He’d included a clause with a blank space for her to fill in whatever safe word she wanted, and then detailed the consequences she’d face if she chose to use it. Every clause required her to sign next to it, to prove she’d read it, understood it, and agreed to it. He was taking no chances. Kyra rummaged in her bag for a pen.

“Here, use mine,” Harmon said. “But first, let me get my administrative assistant in here to witness both our signatures.” He pressed a button on his desk and a side door opened. Another tall, well-built man walked in. He had the same short haircut and ramrod stance as the security guard in the lobby, except his dark hair had a few silver streaks around the temples. Despite his gray dress pants and blue long-sleeved shirt with a button-down collar, he looked a whole lot tougher and meaner than any office assistant Kyra had ever seen.

“Slade, this is Miss Thornton. She’ll be with us for the next few months, staying here in the penthouse guest suite.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Thornton,” he said, extending his hand.

“Please, call me Kyra,” she responded as they shook. His hand was hard, callused. This guy definitely hadn’t been pushing papers all his life. She wondered briefly why Harmon felt the need to surround himself with men who looked like they belonged to a SWAT team. Kyra bit back a nervous giggle at the thought of meeting Carmen and Esther. Would they look like body doubles for Bambi and Thumper, the female villains in that old Bond flick?

She flipped through the papers, scrawling her name on every line, hesitating a moment before coming up with a safe word to fill in the blank. As she finished each page, she handed it to Harmon for him to sign as well. Slade went through the papers, checked every signature, and signed as witness on the bottom of each form. He paused for a moment on one page, glanced up at her, then went on, his face betraying no emotion.

“I’ll see that you have copies of everything for your files,” he said. Kyra flushed with embarrassment, realizing that if Slade hadn’t known the lascivious details of her terms of employment before, he certainly did now.

“A few more caveats, Kyra,” Harmon said after Slade left the room. “You will carry the cell phone you were given at all times. If you leave the building during the daytime, make sure that either Slade or Sam knows when you’ll be back. I respect your need to have some free time, but per the terms of our agreement, I reserve the right to call or text while you’re away. If I do so, you are to return here immediately.”

He went on. “The men all call me Mr. Harmon but during business hours, feel free to call me Jake. When I summon you by phone or text, however, you will refer to me as master or sir until I dismiss you.”

His eyes bore into hers then, dark and intense. “You’re free to go for now. Sam will show you around the penthouse. I’ve arranged for dinner to be brought to your suite early this evening. After that, you will dress in the outfit you’ll find set out for you and present yourself at the door to my lab promptly at eight p.m. for our next session.”

Chapter Seven

Kyra looked at her watch for the hundredth time. It still said 7:45. The hands were moving so slowly she swore it was broken. She checked the clock on the DVD player in the sitting room. Yep. 7:45.

She sighed. This day was dragging on worse than the day before Christmas when she was a little girl. She always spent the day with her grandmother, who came to stay with them during the holidays. Grandma would bake all day long, fancy cookies and cakes and the traditional pastry rolled up with a filling of ground nuts and honey, treats they’d only have once a year. Kyra was her helper, spreading frosting on the cookies, dusting powdered sugar on stacks of snowflake-shaped rosettes while they were still hot from the fryer.

Grandma always told Kyra that if she sneaked even one bite ahead of time, she wouldn’t be able to see the Christmas star when it appeared in the heavens that night. Of course, after being tempted all day she never could resist popping some treat into her mouth while Grandma’s back was turned, so she never saw the star. It wasn’t till years later that Kyra realized that sweet old lady had been manipulating her all along with her promise of Christmas magic, making sure she didn’t make too big a dent in the dessert tray.

Harmon was manipulating her too, making her wait all day like this. But the thought of the kind of treats he’d have in store for her had her already damp with arousal despite her anxiety. Would he allow her to come this time? She desperately hoped so. The need had been building inside her as the hours slowly ticked by. She checked again in the mirror, making sure the seams on her black stockings were arrow-straight. She was wearing another black garter belt, this one an old-fashioned style, more like a girdle really. It cinched in her waist and came down low in front, ending just above the line of curls Harmon had told her would be removed, leaving her pussy exposed. He’d chosen a bra with full-sized cups this time. But it had circles cut in it so her bare nipples stuck out, framed by black lace all around.

She wore a white crinoline half-slip, a garment she’d only seen in old movies. It was stiff and unyielding, making a wide circle around her body. Over it all, she had on a sleeveless red dress with a tight waist and a full skirt that flared out from the slip underneath and swirled around her calves with every step she took. Full black pumps with just her toes peeking out completed the outfit. Per instructions, her hair was parted on one side and pinned back with a barrette. She felt like the virginal starlet in a 1940s movie, ready to sneak out on her first date with the bad boy her parents had forbidden her to see.

Sam had shown her all around the top floor earlier in the day, making sure she knew where the lab was located. She visited the gym and was formally introduced to Riley and Marcus, the final members of Harmon’s inner circle. Marcus offered her his services as a personal trainer. He was bald and black, with muscles like an NFL linebacker. Kyra thanked him, but decided privately that what he’d set up as a basic workout would probably kill her long before she got into shape. Riley turned out to be the humorless security guard who had escorted her here from the lobby the first time. Was it only the day before yesterday? It seemed like a lifetime ago.

She met Carmen in the kitchen, where wonderful smells filled the big bright room. Harmon’s housekeeper was the exact opposite of what Kyra had been picturing. Short and plump and motherly, she had streaks of gray in her dark hair, a Cuban accent, and a warm smile that disappeared when Sam reached for a spoon to dip into the black beans and rice simmering on the enormous commercial range. Carmen slapped his hand and Kyra was shocked to see the man’s stone face split by a huge grin.

“Carmen’s going to dump that old geezer she’s been married to forever and run off with me one of these days,” he said. “She can’t resist my charm much longer. Isn’t that right,
mi preciosa?
”