The Billionaire's Pet (7 page)

“Where are we?” She shouted the question over the sound of the downwind.

“Treville House,” he said. “My great-great-grandfather built it.”

“With whose army? It’s huge.”

“We’re not here to discuss historical building practices,” Daniel said sternly. “It’s time you atoned for your behavior.”

“At your family home? Are you going to get your mom to watch?”

“My mother passed away several years ago,” he replied, her joke falling flat. “Nobody lives here now but me and the staff.”

“How many staff?”

“We can talk about the house later,” he said. “I’ll give you a full history of every crevice and introduce you to everyone from the butler to the scullery maid, but right now you and I have prior business to attend to.”

“You have a scullery maid?” Ellie asked the question as Daniel started marching her across the lawn. “Will the butler meet us at the front door? Is his name Jeeves?”

Her barrage of questions did not succeed in distracting Daniel one little bit. “We’re not going into the house,” he said, taking her by the elbow. “We’re going to the stables.”

“You got me a pony?!” She gave him a cheeky grin, even as she trotted to keep up with him, his long legs covering ground much quicker than hers could ever hope to.

“Not quite, brat,” he said as he drew her into a building adjacent to the main house, a fine wooden structure clearly built at a time when horses were part of the fabric of society. The stables were airy and extensive, but completely devoid of horses. The smell of hay and leather was in the air nonetheless. Ellie strongly suspected that the place hadn’t seen a horse in quite some time. Why was it so well maintained? What was it used for?

Daniel marched over to a bale of hay and sat down, tipping Ellie over his lap without warning. She was caught off-guard and off balance as she swung over his hard thighs.

“Now,” he said. “To deal with your attitude on the flight here.”

She expected him to start spanking her. Instead his fingers went to the zipper at the back of her skirt and slid it down before pulling it off her rear entirely. She let out a little gasp as her ass was exposed, light silk panties doing little to preserve her modesty—and even less when they too succumbed to his fingers. The gusset clung briefly to the dampness between her thighs then tumbled lightly down her thighs, gossamer silk that may as well have evaporated for all the good it was doing her now.

With her bottom bare she was vulnerable to his ire. Surely now the slaps would start falling. She tensed as he passed his palm over her rear, expecting it to return with a sharp slap, but instead it trailed up her back and around her midsection, under her belly to the buttons of her blouse.

“What are you doing?”

“Stripping you,” he growled down at her. “You don’t deserve clothing, pet. You’ve been an absolute little animal, so I’m going to treat you like one.”

He pulled at the front of her shirt, buttons popping out of buttonholes and in a couple of cases, off the blouse entirely. She saw the little pearl circles dropping onto the ground and let out a whine of complaint.

“You’re ruining it!”

“I’ll buy you a new one,” Daniel said. “Hell, I might even buy you the factory if you can behave yourself for five minutes.”

“I don’t want a factory,” she scowled. “I can buy my own factories! I want you to stop destroying my… oh!” She gasped as her brassiere was similarly liberated from her body with a rough tug at the front snap and her breasts bounced free of their confinement.

He took her arm and slid it out of the blouse and bra, a simple act that left her almost entirely naked as he pulled both items over her back and let them slide down her other arm onto the ground where the rest of her clothing lay. She was left in nothing but high heels, which he seemed happy to let her keep.

Naked across the lap of the very well dressed billionaire, Ellie felt the spanking begin with a sharp swat to her left cheek, which heralded a barrage of swats peppering both cheeks. The sting quickly reached a peak that made her kick her feet, the toes of the patent leather tapping against the stone stable floor as she protested with every part of her body. Her muscles were tense, her rear a tight round as she kicked harder and harder, squirming in an unashamed attempt to break free of Daniel’s punitive grasp. She didn’t want to be spanked naked. She didn’t want to be spanked at all.

“Cut it out, Ellie,” he growled down at her. “You asked for every little bit of this.”

“I did not! I was just playing!”

“You were not playing,” he said in that deep rumble. “You were testing. And these are the results.”

He kept spanking her, the flat of his palm dancing over her rear with firm slaps that made heat go bursting through her bottom and zipping through her nervous system, every part of her body tingling with a rebellious excitement that made resisting his will all the more rewarding in spite of the discomfort.

“Brat,” he growled, leaning down to graze his teeth across the back of her neck. “This is not enough to subdue you, is it?”

His hand slid over her cheeks, fingers dipping into the crevice between them, skimming over her lips with a possessive touch.

She let out a little gasp of excitement but was quickly denied any further pleasure as Daniel slapped her upper thigh, his fingers curling around to catch the super sensitive flesh close to her pussy. She tried to close her legs, but he simply adjusted her so that she was no longer so much over his lap as spread-eagled across it, her head and upper body caught behind his, her thighs spread over one of his legs, her pussy and ass completely exposed to his discipline.

Daniel proceeded to spank her along the inner crevices of her spread cheeks, missing her pussy on purpose so it seemed, though her clit was pressed hard against his cloth-clad thigh, which meant that every hot sting was soon translated to pure animal excitement. He swatted her inner thighs, so close to her cunt that she strained her lower muscles to try to make him make contact with her swelling lower lips. Strange that she should be willing to take even the slap of his fingers just to be touched there, but that was what Daniel did to her—took her basic needs and elevated their fulfillment to an art form.

Bright sun filtering through the open stable doors warmed her naked body, a gentle reminder of just how very exposed she was amid a flurry of slaps now landing across the tops of her thighs. Squirming and wailing, Ellie found herself unable to control her reactions on almost any level. She was cursing too, in between begging for leniency.

“Please… ungh… you asshole… please… enough! Stop… fuck!”

“I’m afraid I don’t quite know what you mean,” Daniel said smoothly. “It almost sounds as though you’re asking me to fuck your asshole. Is that what you want me to do to you, Ellie?”

“No!” The denial came at a very high pitch, prompted by the sudden sensation of his finger pressing against the bud of her ass. “Daniel, please, I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?” He kept his finger on that button of embarrassment, making her face flush bright red at the mental image of what she must look like, her bottom spanked red, her thighs painted with his punishment, her untended pussy swelling with wet desire, and the little bud of her bottom hidden under his fingertips.

“I’m sorry I was teasing you on the plane… ow!”

He used his other hand to whack her bottom soundly. “That’s not it, Ellie.”

“I’m sorry I was rude, and disrespectful,” she said, her voice softer as she got closer to the heart of the matter.

“And?”

“And I’m sorry I haven’t been holding up my end of the deal like I agreed to,” she mumbled as he began massaging her bottom hole gently. The sensation of her anus being toyed with along with her clit pressed against his thigh was pleasurable, but Ellie’s sore bottom was enough to give her enough clarity of mind not to start moaning and grinding. She desperately wanted the punishment portion of whatever he had planned for them to be over. The longer she was out there exposed, the greater a chance there was of being seen—and if he started spanking her again, she didn’t know if her bottom could take it.

“No, you haven’t,” he agreed. “You’ve fought me every step of the way, not that I necessarily mind. If you were a good pet there’s not much chance you’d find yourself in these sorts of positions—though there would be others. Probably more private than this.”

“Daniel…” There was a plaintive tone to her voice that made her feel thoroughly undone hearing it. “I’m sorry.”

“You do sound sorry,” he agreed. “But we will see if you truly are by how you behave in the coming hours and days.” His fingertip left her bottom hole and both his palms massaged her spanked cheeks with smooth, soothing strokes. “Are you going to be a good girl for me, Ellie?”

She couldn’t say yes to his question. It might be a lie. “I’ll try,” she said, giving the most positive honest answer she could give.

“You had better try very hard, my girl,” he drawled, his hands now sliding her hard little clit off his thigh as he helped her to stand in front of him, naked, spanked and blushing furiously. “Look at me, Ellie.”

She lifted her eyes to his and saw a measure of forgiveness, moderated by a stern gaze. He clearly had no intention of letting her get out of hand again that day.

“There’s a time and a place for being a brat,” he said. “This is not it, understand?”

“Yessir,” she mumbled, barely able to look at him. She found it easier to look at his nose; that way it seemed like she was being obedient while saving herself some embarrassment.

“Ellie!” He said her name sharply and her eyes snapped back to his.

“Good girl,” he said. “That’s better. Now, for your surprise.”

She did not see what could possibly be in the stables. They were completely empty as Daniel walked her down the center, her naked spanked bottom bare for any passerby to see.

“This is yours,” Daniel said, stopping in front of a stall in the middle of the stables.

“Mine?” Ellie’s confusion only grew upon seeing her name etched in gold and mounted above the stall. “Why do I have a stall here? What is this about?”

“This is about the terms of our contract, and what it really means to be my pet.” He pushed open the stall door and made a gesture toward the interior.

“I’m wearing seven hundred dollar shoes,” she said, wrinkling up her nose. “I’m not going into some animal stall.”

“This stall is probably cleaner than your kitchen,” Daniel said, running his palm down her back and over the curve of her hip. “In you go, my pet.”

His tone had become no less commanding, but somehow softer, as if he really were speaking with some highly strung filly. The soothing deep timbre of his voice combined with the firm caress of his hand actually conspired to make Ellie’s feet move. She stepped into the stall, soft wood shavings compressing under her heels.

“What are you doing? What is this for?”

She looked at him with a confused gaze. He looked back at her, his eyes filled with certainty she did not understand.

“This is to help you feel what you truly are,” he said. “I can call you my pet, but that means nothing if I do not show you what it means.”

He took off his jacket, and then his shirt, standing there with nothing but his trousers on—his torso bare to her heated gaze. He was not a bulky man, but he was strong, definition in every line of his muscles. Biceps, triceps, a six-pack of rippling abdominal muscles. The sort of body created by good breeding and even better self-care.

Distracted by his body, Ellie almost forgot about her own predicament. Daniel was gorgeous, his height making him even more imposing as he reached for a leather harness shaped not for an animal—but for her.

“Daniel…”

“No need to be afraid, pet,” he said in deep soothing tones. “This is your first fitting, so we’ll take it slowly.”

He lifted the harness up, straps going this way and that, and put it over her head. Ellie stood stock still, more stunned than anything as Daniel began to strap her into the harness. The shoulder piece ran over her upper back, over her shoulders and stopped just short of her breasts, which remained free, though two straps ran under her arms to join up with the back piece of the harness, while another passed between her breasts and ran all the way to the apex of her thighs, where a circular ring just above her mound held several more straps that ran both around her hips and between her thighs, joining much like a string thong, riding down the crack of her rear, but leaving her pussy and ass open for exploration.

“Very nice,” Daniel said once he had tightened all the straps to his liking, her body neatly contained in the harness that covered very little, but made her feel absolutely under control. Any part of it could be used for leverage, and tugging on the center body strap made the harness squeeze her lower lips in a way that was not entirely unpleasant. “What do you think, my pony?”

“I think you play some fucking weird dress-up games,” she said bluntly.

He smirked down at her, running his hand down her flank gently. “Rebel all you want, pet. I enjoy it.”

He reached for a riding crop sitting to the side of the stable door and picked it up. “There are plenty of ways to discipline a naughty unbroken filly,” he informed her in his refined timbre. “What I have in mind for you will teach obedience like nothing else,” he said, running his fingers through her hair in a hypnotic caress as he held the leather tip of the crop up to her lips.

“I’m not a horse, Daniel,” she said, hardly believing that the words had come from her mouth. What a thing to have to say.

“You’re my pet, and this is part of your training,” he informed her. “You’ll be my pony, my pup, my kitten, you’ll be what I want you to be—and I think you’ll learn a thing or two about yourself in the process too. This is just a game, Ellie, an intense game, but a game nonetheless. Try not to take yourself too seriously.”

“Says the man not wearing a leather harness,” she complained, squirming back and forth on her heels, which had become like hobbles in the straw. At this point, arguing was all she had to maintain some sense of rebellion. He was increasingly taking away every last scrap of resistance.