Her Millionaire Master (3 page)

The woman appeared to have no clothes on, at least not on her top half, and Bella felt a pulse of heat run through her body. She should shut this video off. Right now. She should go home this instant. This video was private and personal, and Bella had no right to watch it.

But she couldn’t stop herself. She
had
to see this. Behind the woman she saw a man, and though the camera wasn’t focused on him it only took her a few seconds to realize it was Kane. Shirtless, his chest was ripped and firm, and, as he moved closer, she could see the button on the top of his jeans was undone, could see he was thick and hard beneath the denim. So
not
gay, then. Well, that was settled. In his hand was a leather paddle, and Bella gasped out loud.

He was going to spank this woman. “Oh, my god,” she whispered, barely able to believe what she was seeing.

For years, Bella had been secretly obsessed with the idea of spankings. When she watched porn on the Internet, that was what she searched for. But in her entire life, she’d never experienced it. Once, she’d mentioned it to a boyfriend, just to feel out his interest. “Would you ever spank a girl?” she’d asked. He’d been horrified, stating he’d never do something like that. A few times after that he’d smacked her ass in a rather lackluster way once or twice during sex. But that wasn’t what she wanted. Not even close. And most of the time when she was having sex, she imagined being spanked, imagined the pleasure that would come from submitting to a man, to accepting pain and pleasure and whatever else he offered. The fantasy of being dominated was what drove her to orgasm.

Now, seeing a guy she actually knew—or sort of knew, at least—spanking someone made it feel so much more
real
to her. Like something that actually happened as opposed to something she saw in videos on the Internet.

On the screen before her Kane spoke, and Bella felt chills from his low, stern voice. “Sarah. You are to keep your eyes on the camera. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” whispered the woman, staring into the camera, her eyes filled with fear, Bella noticed, but desire too. The passion was unmistakable.

“When we watch this later, if your eyes look away, you will receive another spanking.”

“I understand,” Sarah said quietly.

“Let’s begin.”

Bella could only see the motion of Kane’s arm because the focus of the camera was Sarah’s upper body. A crack sounded, and Sarah’s eyes and lips opened wide. “Oh,” she murmured into the camera, the erotic mix of distress and desire setting Bella’s clit on edge.

Kane spanked the woman again, and again, and she stared straight ahead the whole time, crying out with each strike. It sounded like she was in pain, for sure, but there was an undeniable note of passion in each moan she emitted. She was
enjoying
this.

“Holy shit,” whispered Bella. She was wet. Soaking wet. She shifted her body in Kane’s chair as she grew more and more aroused.
This
was what she wanted. What she fantasized about. What she’d been pretty sure would never actually happen to her in real life.

Imagining she was the one bent over the desk while Kane spanked her, Bella slipped a hand into her panties. Her pussy was already drenched, and she rubbed her throbbing clit as she watched the spanking continue. When it stopped, Bella kept touching herself.

“You’re so fucking wet,” growled Kane to Sarah on the laptop screen. “What do you want me to do now?”

“Fuck me. Please,” Sarah pleaded. Now her eyes were half-shut in anticipation and desire.

Without a word, Kane released his cock, and Bella gasped at the size of it. Even though the camera wasn’t focused on Kane, she could see, for a second, how big and thick it was. And then one of Kane’s hands gripped Sarah’s hip, and he began to thrust inside her. Sarah’s body jerked, her eyes shut in passion, her hands balled up in pleasure.

Bella’s fingers were moving more quickly, her breathing becoming erratic, just like Sarah’s in the video. The fact that this—what she was doing here—was wrong had exited her mind at the first spank, and all she cared about right now was coming while she watched her arrogant neighbor Kane fuck some stranger.

She was so close, her fingers dancing over her clit, her head arched back in the chair.

“What are you doing?” Kane’s voice slammed into her head.

Bella jumped, pulling her hand out of her panties and sitting up straight.
Fuck
. This couldn’t be happening. It
couldn’t
. She’d heard his voice in the video, right? Because there was no way he could be here in this room in real life. No. Fucking. Way.

But as she slowly looked up she saw him, standing in the doorway, a look of sheer anger on his face. The night-black suit he wore was fitted and well-tailored, showing off his lean physique. His dark brown hair was thick and had that slightly messy look that Bella usually liked on guys. But right now, she didn’t like anything about seeing Kane. He strode toward the desk, his long legs covering the distance quickly. Turning the laptop toward him, he watched it for a few seconds before snapping the lid closed. A muscle in his jaw tensed, and his dark brown eyes were nothing but pissed as they met Bella’s.

“I asked you a question,” he said. His voice was low but even.

Bella stared into his face, unable to speak. What could she say? He’d just caught her masturbating to his own homemade porn. What
was
there to say?

“I can explain,” she finally managed, her cheeks burning. But really, there was no explanation.

“Please.”

“I just wanted to… the computer was on, and then the screen came up and…” Her voice trailed off.

“You decided to look at my personal files?”

“I didn’t decide to, not really. I just sort of, I don’t know, clicked on one of the files. I’m sorry.”

“We did have a discussion, didn’t we, before I left? When I specifically instructed you not to enter this room?”

“We did.” Bella’s voice was small, the horror of the situation rendering her practically speechless.

“Was I unclear in my desire for you to stay out?”

“You weren’t.”

“Then why have I come home early from my trip to find you sitting at my desk and using my computer?”

“I said I’m sorry,” muttered Bella.

He was being so quiet and rational, his voice not raised even a touch. Instead, he spoke with quiet sternness, which was actually much, much worse than if he were yelling and swearing. And she felt ashamed to have been caught like this, watching a video of him spanking a girl, then fucking her from behind. Worse? She’d been touching herself. Surely he’d seen, hadn’t he? Or was there a chance she’d be saved at least that humiliation?

“I want you to leave, Bella. You are, obviously, fired. I’ll drop off a check for the days you’ve worked at your apartment.”

“Of course.” On shaking legs, she arose from his chair, head down. She couldn’t look at him anymore, couldn’t stand the way his dark eyes shot anger at her while his voice stayed so calm. The barely restrained wrath in his voice was too much, too. Her intention was to walk past him and out the door as quickly as possible.

Just as she was about to pass him, though, he gripped her wrist. Bella stopped cold, unsure what he was doing, why he was touching her. She turned to look at him, and one corner of his mouth twitched into what was almost—almost—a smile. A cruel one, she thought distractedly. And then, to her dismay, he raised her hand to his face, inhaling the scent of her fingers. The fingers she had just used to touch herself.

“I thought so,” he said, dropping her hand and turning away, heading to his desk.

Kill me now
, thought Bella as, her face burning, she rushed out of Kane’s office and house and into the night.

* * *

“I used your bottle of whiskey last night. I’ll get you some more today,” said Bella, pouring herself a cup of coffee and sitting cross-legged on a kitchen chair. Claire was eating a bowl of cereal.

“What do you mean you
used it
?” Claire stretched languidly, like a cat, and looked at Bella inquisitively.

“Oh, god. It’s kind of a long story. I was dog-sitting last night—you know, at The Castle—and I spilled some expensive scotch? So I poured the cheap stuff into the bottle. I’m going to get a new bottle, but I had to do something until I got a chance to replace it.”

Claire shook her head and laughed. “Only you, Bella! You’re such a spaz! You better hope he doesn’t decide to have a drink before you get a new bottle, because I’m positive he’d be able to tell the difference.”

“I know! The other problem is that I kind of got fired, so instead of secretly replacing the bottle, I’m going to have to own up about it when I give him the new bottle.”

“Or you could leave it at his front door with a note,” suggested Claire. “What kind of scotch was it anyway? Like Johnnie Walker or something? I think the blue label is like two hundred dollars or something.”

“I hope it’s not that much,” sighed Bella. “I don’t know. Mortlach 1938? Something old?”

“Let’s look it up,” said Claire, getting her phone out. “And how did you get fired? What did you do?”

“Well, I wasn’t supposed to go into his office.”

“And you did anyway?”

Bella shrugged. “I don’t know what came over me, Claire! I just felt curious. I wasn’t going to take anything, but sometimes it’s fun to look around, you know?”

“I learned my lesson about snooping when I was babysitting as a teenager and looked through the parents’ dresser drawers and found body paint. They were gross, the parents, and I could never look at them in the eyes again. I swear I never snooped after that! Mortlach, right? The scotch?”

“Right,” said Bella. “Mortlach. But listen. When I was in his office? His computer was on?”

“Stop. Please tell me you didn’t look at what was on his computer.” Claire’s expression was of pure disbelief as she stared at Bella.

“It was
on
. And there were these video files?”

“And?”

“I can’t tell you,” teased Bella. “Because it’s like mentally snooping if I do.”

“Tell me! Now I have to know!”

“OK,” said Bella in a lowered voice. “There were these videos. And I only saw one. Of Kane. And some woman.”

“Like sexy videos? What were they doing?”

“He was, uh, spanking her? And then they had sex.”

“Shut. The fuck. Up.”

“I’m serious, Claire! There were a bunch more, but I didn’t get a chance to watch them.”

Claire just stared at Bella, unspeaking, her mouth wide open.

“I didn’t want to admit this part,” continued Bella, “because I’m so totally humiliated by it, but he caught me. Watching one of the videos.”

“I’m dying. I’m going to die. I’m going to fucking die out of the embarrassment I have for you right this second, Bella.”

There was no way Bella would tell her the rest, that she’d been touching herself, and that Kane had smelled her hand when she left. But it felt good to get some of it off her chest. “Someday this will be funny, right?” she asked Claire. “Someday I’ll laugh about this without being completely mortified?”

“It’s funny right
now
!” said Claire, picking up her phone and continuing her scotch search. “Hey, the bottle of scotch wasn’t, by any chance, teardrop-shaped, was it?”

“Yeah! It was really pretty, actually. Thank god it didn’t break when it fell.” Bella looked at Claire and smiled, but Claire’s face was horrified. “What’s wrong, Claire?”

Claire held up her phone, on which was a picture of a bottle exactly like the one at Kane’s house. “Is this what it looked like, Bella?”

Bella nodded. “That’s it, Claire! How much? You look shocked. Is it more than five hundred dollars? It is, isn’t it?” Her heart felt heavy. In the large scheme of things, she could handle that. She was so close to having enough for her grandmother’s house, and a few hundred dollars wouldn’t set her back too much. Still, it would hurt.

“Yeah, Bella, it’s more than five hundred dollars.” Claire looked physically pained.

“How much? Tell me. Just say it. Rip off the Band-Aid, OK?”

“It’s super rare. Only a limited number of bottles were produced. It’s one of the oldest whiskeys in the world.”

“Just tell me.”

“Oh, my god, Bella. Fifteen thousand dollars, OK? Or twelve. Or twenty. Depending on what site you look at.”

Bella couldn’t breathe. Her hand flew to her chest as she willed air to flow in and out of her body, because right now? She was about to faint. She put her head between her knees to let blood rush to it. She was vaguely aware of Claire talking in the background, but she couldn’t make out the words. Then she felt Claire’s hand rubbing her back gently, trying to comfort her. There was no comfort, though. On the fuck-up scale, this rated way up there. Way, way up there. What the hell was she going to do?

Finally, she sat up and stared at Claire. “What do I do?”

Claire shrugged sadly. “I don’t know, Bells.”

“Like, I could buy him a new bottle. I have money saved. But it’s for…”

“…the house. I know. Could you talk to him about it?”

How could Bella explain the anger in his face, the fact that even his movements were precise and controlled, yet forceful? That he wasn’t the sort of man you could negotiate with; he was the kind of man who gave orders and never, ever gave in?

“Maybe he’ll give you a spanking and call it even?” laughed Claire, but Bella didn’t think it was funny. Not at the moment. All she could think about was how horribly she had fucked up. And one way or another, she was definitely going to have to pay for it.

* * *

Claire tried to get Bella to go out that night. “You need to get your mind off this,” she insisted.

But Bella knew going out and getting drunk would only make her feel worse. “I’m just going to stay home and worry,” she said.

“Wallowing isn’t going to solve anything, Bells! Come on. It will take your mind off things.”

“Oh, god, Claire. Nothing can take my mind off how majorly I messed up! Seriously, I’ll be better off at home. I’d ruin the mood, and nobody would have fun with me being such a downer. I’ll be fine. Seriously.”