Kiki's Millionaire (9 page)

“Red or white?”

“Red, please.”

Kiki had to admit, it was a comfortable room. Large
but without pretension. She tried to relax as Jim went to a wet bar in the
corner behind the seating area. She heard the soft pop of a cork and a moment
after, Jim brought her a glass of deep red wine.

As he took a seat next to her on the couch, Jim
clinked glasses with her. “To good times with friends,” he said.

Kiki smiled as best she could. These good times were
almost over. “I’ll drink to that.” She took a sip and tasted the rich
fruitiness of a zinfandel. “Good wine.”

“There’s a little winery I have…” he seemed to think
better of that comment. “It’s from Napa.”

“I’m no connoisseur. You could have said it was from
Idaho and I wouldn’t have known the difference. It’s good, though.”

He put a knee up on the couch cushion and turned to
face her.

“So, what are you looking for? What’s your Prince
Charming like?”

Kiki nearly choked on her wine. “I—um…”

Jim smiled. “I know he can’t be much like me. You hate
my money and you only barely tolerate me.” He winked. “I think you like the spankings,
though.”

“I do not.”

“Oh, yes you do.”

“This is childish. What woman in her right mind would
like to have her as- fanny spanked?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know about being in the right
mind—sometimes I think you’re loony as a fruit bat—but I can tell
when a woman is excited.”

Kiki squirmed uncomfortably. Even talking about
spanking made her a little hot. The memory of Jim’s hard hand on her bottom was
erotic to say the least. “Do we have to talk about this?”

“Are you saying that you don’t get excited when I
spank you?”

“Yes.”

His eyebrows rose. “Liar.”

“It’s just a coincidence.”

“Your excited pussy has just happened to coincide with
my spanking your ass?”

“Ah-ha.”

“Three times.”

Kiki felt her face go red. “The middle one doesn’t
count.”

“You mean the one when we made love?”

She groaned. Her nipples felt like they were going to
harden into diamonds as she remembered him smacking her bottom in counterpoint
to his thrusts. She knew her panties were getting moist. “Jim, you’re being a
bully.”

He held a hand up in surrender, then sipped at his
wine. “I’m just saying that I think you like corporal punishment. That it turns
you on. Why, I’ll bet you’re getting wet just talking about it.”

“Of course not.”

Jim nodded toward her chest. “Your nipples say
otherwise.”

“My nipples are no concern of yours.”

“As you like. But I’ll bet I can make you come just by
spanking you.”

She choked and he patted her on the back. “I won’t bet
you over such a silly thing.”

“’Fraid?”

Actually, she was very afraid. If he touched her again
that way, she knew she’d be chocolate on a hot day, melting into a messy
puddle. But she didn’t want to be a coward. Kiki Mackenzie was never a coward.
He’d pretty much challenged her to hold back an orgasm. She’d never actually
tried to do that. How hard could it be?

“No, I’m not afraid.”

“Then take my bet.”

“What are the stakes?”

“Well, it wouldn’t be dates--we already agreed on
that.” He thought for a moment. “How about a book?”

“A book? What do you mean?”

“If I win, you give me one of your children’s books to
try to market. You’d get all the profits, of course. And if you win, you can
have any one of my first editions. I have a full library and some of the firsts
are very valuable.”

Her pussy was hot and wet; she could feel it swelling
with interest. Just a little spank and she’d win the bet. Books were a huge
temptation. Of course, she wasn’t going to lose so there would be no
obligation, just a straight bet: value for value. She willed her clit to stop
throbbing. It didn’t work.

“Okay. A book for a book.”

“Full disclosure: I get to choose which position I
spank you in.”

He’d spanked her over his lap and with her bent over
the bed. How many positions could there be? “Okay, but no implements. Only your
hand.”

“I agree; we’re on.” He checked his watch. “It’s
dinner time. We’ll work on our bet later.”

“Okay.” Anticipation began to make her seeping cunt
vibrate with eagerness.

Jim took her wineglass from her, put it down on a
table, and gently pulled her up from the couch. He cupped her chin with both
hands and smiled as he tipped up her face. When his lips claimed hers, Kiki
thought maybe the bet was going to be harder than she anticipated. Softly, his
tongue traced her lips and she opened to him like a lotus blossom. She wanted
to stop herself from enjoying the caress of his tongue on hers, but she was so
crazy about him, it was more than difficult. It was just plain impossible.

Kiki groaned and simply abandoned herself to the
sensation for a few moments. He teased her with nips and playful tugs on her
lips.

She gave herself a mental shake and reminded herself
that this was their last date. No more Jim after this. He’d go back to his
supermodels, and she’d go back to her books. It was a rotten deal, and her
heart was taking a pummeling, but life wasn’t fair sometimes. Love couldn’t
conquer everything. And, oh shit but he made her body tremble with lust.

The kiss ended and she felt woozy. He held her up by
her shoulders and smiled down at her, his blue eyes like laser beams bouncing
off her braincase.

“Dinner?” he offered.

All she could do was nod.

* * *

Dinner was served by a woman dressed in a chef’s
uniform and bright blue Crocs. Jim introduced her as Ernie’s wife, Evangelina,
his “Kitchen Goddess.” He leaned toward Kiki and said conspiratorially, “I can
cook a steak or a fresh trout, but that is about my whole repertoire.
Evangelina keeps my diet healthy.” Then he turned back to the young woman and
thanked her sincerely. Evangelina smiled and went back into the kitchen.

Kiki enjoyed the food. It was a Thai noodle
something-or-other, but not too spicy. She added Sriracha to make it hot and
Jim did as well. “You had this made mild just in case I didn’t like spicy
food?”

He nodded. “I like it pretty hot.”

“Me, too,” she told him. “I love Thai food.”

He grinned. “Another thing we have in common.”

Kiki felt a sharp pang of regret that their
relationship had to end so soon. She was barely getting to know him; it was a
joy to find out what interests they shared. The list had grown over the last
few dates. If he wasn’t a millionaire and far above her station in life, there
could have been… She did a mental Karate chop on that thought.

Dessert was a light lemon zabaglione with a dollop of
Courvoisier whipped cream. Her mouth was very satisfied when she finally pushed
her little bowl away.

Jim leaned back in his chair and gave her a bright
smile. “A little digestif out by the pool? I think the evening is warm enough.”

“That sounds nice.” Her body had calmed through
dinner, but she’d been distracted by the good food. The idea of spending a
little romantic time with him did a double-whammy on her nipples and clit,
getting their attention all over again. The more time she spent with him, the
more miserable she was over things ending. She almost wished they’d get to the
spanking and get it over with.

Sitting poolside was damn luxurious on the soft, warm
evening. They lingered over their wine, but Kiki was very careful not to have
too much. She’d need all of her faculties in order to win the bet. When he rose
from the table and offered her his hand, she knew it was time and her already
excited body almost felt itchy with anticipation.

“Mind if we go into my bedroom? I think we’ll want
some privacy.”

She thought of Ernie and Evangelina and felt a blush
steal over her face. “I think that’s a good idea.” Kiki tried not to let the
little thrill she felt at the idea of being in his bedroom alone together swamp
her thoughts. It was about privacy, privacy, privacy.

He led her up the wide staircase and to a closed door.
He opened it and revealed a very large room, dominated by an over-sized bed,
covered with a fluffy comforter in yellows and blues.

Jim closed the door and leaned back against it. “Bare
bottom, Kiki.”

“I didn’t agree to that!”

“Have I ever spanked you with your clothes on? Why
would this be different?”

He was right, of course. She had no reason to think
this would be different from before. It was unreasonable of her to demand it.
Damn! Her panties felt increasingly wet and uncomfortable.

“Do you want me to take your panties off?” he offered.

“No!” That would be disastrous. “I’ll do it.”

She turned her back to him and shimmied out of her sensible
bikini panties. When she turned back, he was shirtless and peeling off his
trousers. Her arousal grew as she watched his prick spring out from behind his
zipper.

“What are you doing?”

His cock was hard, jutting out with pride. “I’m
getting ready to spank you.”

“But-”

“We never said I had to be clothed.”

No, they never had. She’d just assumed. You know what
they say about assuming. “I guess.”

He smiled and moved onto the bed, lying propped on
pillows in the middle. He looked powerful and incredibly masculine, his penis
bobbing as he squirmed into place.

She faced him, trying not to look but unable to help
herself. “Now what are you doing?”

“Waiting for you.”

“We’re not going to have sex, Jim.”

“We agreed on a spanking. We agreed that I could pick
the position.”

“Yeah.” She hardly knew what to think. “What position
did you have in mind?”

“Come sit on me.” He patted his thigh.

“You want me to sit on your dick?”

“I get to pick the—“

“Position. Yeah right. This is cheating.”

“You agreed.”

Her brows drew together. “I’m missing the spanking
part here.”

“Don’t worry. I’m only going to spank you. Nothing
else.”

“How?”

“You’ll see.”

She sighed. It was going to be mighty difficult to win
this bet. She’d agreed, though. It was a mantra she repeated under her breath
as she approached the bed. Fortunately, she still had her dress on. It wouldn’t
be totally like having sex.

“On you go,” he said.

Kiki knelt over his thighs cautiously, looking to his
face for confirmation that he really intended for her to sit on his tumescent
cock. He smiled and took his hardon in hand.

Biting her lower lip, Kiki raised her hips and let him
guide himself into her wet pussy. It was a silky, easy glide. She could see the
satisfied glimmer in his eyes as he confirmed that the situation made her hot.

“I think you’ll have to take off your dress, Kiki.”

“No!”

“Then you’ll have to hold it up. I can’t spank your
bare bottom with the dress over it.”

“Goddamnit, Jim! You’re taking advantage!”

“I suppose I am.” His look said he was totally unrepentant.

“Bastard.” She tugged her dress up over her head and
tossed it on the corner of the bed. Her lacy bra was all that was left, but she
couldn’t see how he could legitimately ask her to take that off, too. “Now, I
suppose you want me to ride you.”

“On the contrary. I want you to stay as still as you
can.”

What new trick was this? “Still?”

“As you can. Yes.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, but he only grinned.
“Yeah, okay.”

“Ready?”

The anticipation was making her clit throb. She knew
it was swollen out from under its hood. He only had to touch it and she’d
completely fall apart. But that would be cheating; no getting around it. She
didn’t think he’d do that. “Yes! Just spank me, will you?”

He reached around her hip and gave her a swat on her
right ass cheek. She started, but it wasn’t so bad. Another swat followed, on
the other cheek. “Ow!”

A few more spanks later, and she was perspiring and
crying out nonsense with every strike, trying very hard to concentrate on the
pain of her butt and not on the hard, smooth rod in her pussy. She wriggled and
it only made things worse.

“Still, Kiki.”

She growled and tried with all her might not to
squirm. More swats, and her whole torso felt like it was a sparkler on the 4
^th
of July. She simply had to move. She had to.

“You’re a fuckin’ fucker, Jim,” she muttered on a
moan.

His hands connected with her hot bottom in a one-two
cadence and a thrill shot from her clit to her nipples and back down to her
dripping twat.
 
“You’re not being
still, Kiki.”

She had the minor pleasure of hearing his voice
rumbling as it did when he was excited. So she was getting to him, too.

With every spank, she rocked some more and the
pressure in her vagina grew. His cock slid easily in and out of her as she
moved, a few inches with each stroke, but enough to friction her into a
frustrated wreck.

He groaned as she moved faster. Her hips were out of
her control. Her body was burning up with need.
 
“You’re going to lose the bet, Kiki,” he warned her.

“I don’t fuckin’ care!”

“Do you concede?” His tone was tense. He was fighting
himself.

“Yes! I give up!”

He stopped spanking and began to thrust up into her,
directing her hips to push himself in and out of her with longer strokes.
“Touch your clit, baby.”

She didn’t need his permission, but she took his
suggestion enthusiastically. Her fingers worried her swollen button for less
than thirty seconds when the sensation washed over her like a tidal surge. She
cried out loudly, the orgasm long, hard, more overwhelming than anything she’d
felt before.