Heidi and the Kaiser (3 page)

She floated until she found herself back on the set, like a blissful deja-vu, delivering coffee and holding Ty's camera. It was only when the lunches were delivered again and the girls began picking through them that she came back to earth, realizing…he wasn't coming back.

All morning she had watched the parking lot, looking for a red Porsche, her bottom tingling and clenching. She imagined him striding back onto the beach, swinging his cane, his dark eyes finding her.

She waited, but he didn't come, and around lunch time, she found herself sitting morosely in the chair he had occupied the day before, eating a banana and poking at a hermit crab in the sand with a stick. What had she expected, anyway?

Still, her bottom tingled with the memory.

"Hey." Lenny sat in the sand next to her with his sandwich.

"Hey." Heidi flipped the crab over, watching it squirm and withdraw further into its shell. She knew how it felt. She turned it back again, watching it inch away.

"Ty's better today.” Lenny nodded over to where he was laughing with one of the models. "Kaiser freaks him out."

"Mmm." She nodded, sighed, poked her stick into the sand. It was the perfect opportunity to ask—would he be back, did he only come on the first day of the shoot?

Still, she couldn't seem to form the words.

"Oh, shit." He dug into his jeans pocket. "I forgot, Kaiser gave me this for you yesterday. Between Ty running me ragged and Daniella's..."

Heidi didn't hear any more, although he continued talking. She unfolded a square, thick piece of paper with the initials "WRK" at the top. His scrawl was large and slanted and the message was short.
My office. Tomorrow. Noon. Don't be late. Kaiser.

"Fuck!" She looked at her watch. It was 11:12 a.m. She didn't know if she could make it in time.

"What are you doing?" Lenny frowned as she bolted out of her chair, starting for the trailer.

"Gotta go!" She grabbed her backpack from inside the trailer door, ignoring the startled looks on the girls' faces as she slammed it behind her.

"Heidi!?" Ty called after her, but she didn't even look back as she headed for the parking lot, walking at first, and then breaking into a run.

* * * *

"What floor?" the woman in the pinstriped suit with the short dark bob asked as Heidi slipped onto the elevator.

"Forty-eight," she gasped, still out of breath.

The numbers seemed to take forever to tick by, people getting on, getting off, and every time she looked at her watch, another minute had passed. By the time the elevator opened at her floor, it was 12:05 p.m. No one got off with her and, as the doors closed behind her, she looked around for a receptionist, but there was no one at the desk.

She adjusted her backpack on her shoulder and looked around. To her left was a closed door, and to her right was a hallway. As she stood, shifting from foot to foot and considering, the door to her left opened, revealing Mr. Kaiser looking at his watch.

"Five minutes late." He frowned. "Come in. Take a seat." Her belly did a little flip as she brushed by him, putting her backpack on the floor at her feet as she sat in one of the leather, wing-backed chairs facing his desk.

"I'm sorry." She was still a little breathless as he shut the door and sat across from her. "Lenny didn't give me your note until this morning." Digging into her pocket, she pulled out the folded paper and held it out to him—her invitation to be here. He just leaned back, tenting his fingers, looking at the note, and eventually she let it flutter to the desk, clasping her quivering hands in her lap.

"Do you know why I asked you here?"

She shook her head, feeling her ass clenched in the chair, her thighs damp and sticking to the leather.

He frowned. "When you answer me, Heidi, I would appreciate either a spoken

'yes' or 'no,' followed by 'Mr. Kaiser' or 'sir.' Do you think you can comply?"

"Oh." She flushed, nodding, and said, "Yes, sir."

"Now, about the reason I asked you here..." His eyes moved over her face, down to her outfit, very similar to what she had worn the day before. "It is my general impression that you don't enjoy your job."

Heidi opened her mouth to deny it and saw him raise his eyebrows, as if he knew what she meant to say. "Yes... sir. That's true."

He gave a brief nod. "I thought perhaps we might find something better suited to you at Kaiser." She stared at him, all the breath gone from her body. Was he going to offer her a job in design?

"Can you type?" he asked, immediately dashing her hopes.

"Yes, sir." She frowned.

He leaned forward in his chair, folding his hands and resting his arms on the desk. "You may have noticed that I don't have an office assistant out front? My last secretary was with me for eight years, and I have yet to find a replacement. It's been several months now, and I admit, I'm becoming frustrated and I really do need someone."

Heidi took a deep breath, glancing around the office. "I've never been anyone's secretary."

He shook his head, smiling. "Irrelevant. You have what I need."

"I... do?" She met his eyes, her breath coming a little faster as she squirmed in her seat. His eyes were dark, moving over her, and she couldn't help remembering the incident in the bathroom.

"I need someone who can follow orders." He leaned back in his chair again and she could see the memory of yesterday in his eyes. "Who would be willing to do whatever I asked. You showed me yesterday that you are... quite willing."

Heidi swallowed, pressing her damp palms to her shorts. "I'm not sure I know what you mean?"

"Yes, you do." His eyes were smiling. "I compensate very well. You would be my assistant, answering my calls, handing my correspondence and taking care of my professional and personal needs during the day. Would you be interested in such an arrangement?"

It wasn't the promise of money or the poshness of his office, or even the fact that he was the head of one of the richest fashion companies in the world—it was the way he looked at her, with nothing concealed or disguised. His eyes saw directly through her, and there was no smugness in the way it appeared as if he had her figured out, because he had. They both knew it, and there was only one answer she could give him.

"Yes." She squeezed her hands together—her legs, too. "Sir."

He nodded. "Good. I think we'll both be satisfied with the arrangement."

Opening the top drawer of his desk, he withdrew a large white envelope and slid it across the blotter. Heidi didn't know if she should take it or not, so she kept her hands clasped, just looking from him to the envelope.

"This contains general information about Kaiser, which you have already, of course, since you are essentially already in my employ," he explained. "There is also a contract and information about duties as well as your salary and benefits."

She nodded, looking at his hand, the buffed, square nails, resting on the stark envelope. Her bottom tingled, remembering how red his palm had been after he spanked her. Shifting in her seat, she crossed one knee over the other, trying to make herself more comfortable with the yearning ache between her legs.

"If, for some reason, you read those over and change your mind…" He nodded toward the envelope. "You simply need to tell me, and you will consequently stay in your current position."

"I can't imagine why I would object."

"No." He smiled. "I don't imagine you will. In spite of the apparent haste of my offer, I actually choose my assistants quite carefully."

Standing, he leaned his palms on the desk blotter, his eyes moving down the front of her t-shirt, looking at her hands in her lap. "Now, there is just the matter of your tardiness."

Her heart leapt and she met his eyes, feeling faint. "My...tardiness?"

Mr. Kaiser reached underneath the desk and Heidi heard the door behind her lock. The sound made her mouth go dry.

"One of the things I cannot abide is lateness." He reached down and unbuckled his belt. She felt faint as she watched it slipping through the loops of his pants. "And you will find that I am quite unorthodox in my methods of discipline."

He snapped the belt in his hands and she jumped, gasping, her hand going to her throat as she stared at him. Doubling it over, he slapped it against his palm, the belt whistling and then smacking his flesh. Heidi sat and wondered how much it would sting as she wiggled her bottom against the chair.

"It's a Vincente." He gave her a small smile. "Italian. Calf-skin, medium weight.

Makes a nice sound, doesn't it?" She couldn't speak, she couldn't move, all she could seem to do was stare at the belt in his hands as her whole body flushed with a trembling heat.

"Heidi?" He cocked his head, reminding her. "I asked you a question."

"Yes, sir." She drew a shaky breath.

"Come here," he instructed. She recognized the tone immediately and obeyed, moving around to his side of the desk, amazed that her legs were holding her weight at all given how much they were shaking.

"You remember this?" He tilted her chin up and she met his eyes, nodding.

"Everything pulled down and bend over."

Heidi turned her back to him, knowing this was what she came for. She didn't understand it and she didn't try to, she just slid her shorts and panties down for him and bent over the desk as she was told. Her body was tight and tense with anticipation and she closed her eyes.

"Take them off," he directed and she looked back at him, wiggling them the rest of the way down and stepping out. "And spread your legs." She moved her thighs apart, feeling the cool air against the moist heat there, and gasped when his hands pressed them open even further.

"Put your hands flat," he told her. "Fingers open." Doing as she was told, she splayed her hands on the dusty rose colored blotter with its sharp maroon corners.

"Since you will now most likely be continuing in my employ." He put his hands on the edge of the desk on either side of her, leaning his weight against her. "I want you to understand that discipline will only be used when you have violated the rules. In terms of tardiness, you will receive one lash for every minute you are late. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mr. Kaiser." She closed her eyes and longed to wiggle back against the hard flesh she felt teasing her thigh. She resisted the urge—barely.

"You will count it out."

She bit her lip as he moved away, wanting the heat and weight of him again. The belt caressed her skin at first, tickling over her lower back and down between her cheeks and thighs. She didn't expect that and it sent shivers up her spine. Under her t-shirt, her nipples stiffened against the blotter. It went on for a long time, the thick feel of the belt tracing patterns on her skin, until she was breathing hard and had goose bumps and was straining up on her toes towards the sensation. Just when she thought she couldn't stand the tension another minute, the belt came down—CRACK—over her ass, making her gasp and moan.

"One!" she yelped, the bite of the belt creating a line of heat that radiated over her behind. The sting was incredible, much worse than his hand had been.

"Good." He praised her, bringing the belt down again in the same spot.

"Two!" she gasped, trying to remember how late she had been? Three minutes?

Five? She couldn't think anymore as he delivered another blow, this time to the other cheek.

"Three!" She moaned, her hands beginning to curl into fists as the fire spread over her ass. The moment they did, his hands covered hers, the weight of him leaning in as he pressed her palms flat.

"Open," he reminded her firmly.

"Yes, sir." She gasped, nodding as he backed off and brought the belt down again, smacking her ass hard, the sound of it filling the room.

"Four!" She whimpered, feeling the sting of tears and blinking them back.

"One more, Heidi." His hand moved over the fiery, red skin of her behind, a cool caress.

The belt came down with a tremendous THWAP and she arched, crying out, gasping, "Five!" as her eyes closed and her jaw clenched. The sting and burn was different today, a more localized, tender thing, rather than an overall heat. She bit her lip, waiting, listening to him breathing behind her and wishing there was a mirror here, so she could see his face.

"Turn around." She faced him, watching his belt slip back through the loops in his pants with an intense fascination. "Take off your shirt."

She lifted it over her head, exposing herself to him, braless again today, this time in anticipation rather than neglect. His eyes burned their way over the swell of her breasts, down the soft slope of her belly and hips, lingering between her legs at the soft, downy blonde hair there.

"You liked it, didn't you?" He leaned back in his chair. "Yesterday in the bathroom?"

She swallowed, fighting the urge to cross her arms over her chest. "Yes, sir."

"Did it make you wet?" He shifted in his chair and Heidi wondered if he was hard and longed to find out.

"Yes, sir." She was unable to stop the slow flush in her cheeks at her admission.

He took a deep breath, his eyes sweeping her form, meeting her eyes. "Did you touch yourself after I left, Heidi?'

She lowered her eyes, biting her lip, feeling that delicious throb between her thighs. "Yes, sir."

"Show me." He leaned forward in his chair, eye-level with her little triangle of fur.

"How did you do it?"

Heidi closed her eyes against his gaze, sliding her hand down between her legs and parting her swollen lips with her fingers. Her clit was throbbing, aching to be touched, and she worked it in slow circles, her breath coming faster, knowing he was watching.

She heard him gasp when she turned, bending over the desk and moving her other hand over the red, raw skin of her behind, the fingers between her legs still moving around and around between her wet slit.