“Her father’s concern was the reason I allowed her to live-in as a member of the house staff, but obviously she’s not right for you, is she my sweet?”
“No, Simon, I don’t think so, but I do thank you for being so thoughtful.”
“I’ll tell you what, I’ll move her back to her old position, and if you ever need a personal assistant you can hire whoever you want.”
“Thank you. I doubt I will, but thank you.”
The car pulled off the main road, twisting and turning down a quiet street, pulling up to a pair of imposing iron gates.
“This reminds me of the house you bought in Beverly Hills,” Belle commented.
“Yes, it does a bit, but the interior is vastly different. The Bardwells have traveled extensively and their house is filled with treasures they’ve acquired all over the world.”
“Sounds fascinating. Simon–” she paused.
“Yes?”
“I want you to be proud of me tonight. I’ll do my best not to let you down.”
“Belle,” he breathed, leaning in and kissing her neck, “you couldn’t possibly let me down. You just be yourself, and if you do anything naughty I’ll simply spank you when we get home.”
Belle giggled as the car door opened, and Simon climbed out, extending his hand to help her. As she passed Parker, the chauffeur smiled at her reassuringly.
“If I may say,” he said respectfully, “you do look stunning, Miss Somers.”
“Thank you, Parker,” she smiled back. “Really.”
Taking Simon’s elbow, she glided up the steps and through the imposing arched doorway.
“Mr. Simon Sinclair and Miss Belle Somers,” a voice echoed through the foyer.
Thank God for that shot of vodka, she thought. I would have jumped out of my skin.
As Simon led her through the grand entrance, Belle found herself unable to comprehend the many antiques and unique items that appeared to cover every spare inch of wall and floor space.
“You weren’t kidding,” she whispered, staring at the innumerable pieces surrounding her.
“Before I make our introductions,” he whispered, “I trust you are wearing something scandalous under that dress.”
Belle turned and looked up at him, wide-eyed.
“What? Oh no, I forgot.”
Simon stopped, staring at her.
“What do you mean you forgot?” he asked incredulously.
As much as she tried to contain herself, she found it impossible and burst into fits of laughter.
“You are soooo bad, Belle Somers,” he scolded, though grinning broadly, then leaning in he whispered, “and you are so going to be spanked when I get you home.”
“I cannot believe for a moment that any creature this beautiful could have even an ounce of bad in her!”
Belle turned and saw a tall, rather rotund man with a wide smile, twinkling blue eyes and the bushiest eyebrows she’d ever seen.
“Hector, nice to see you,” Simon smiled, extending his hand, “and you’re quite right. Belle doesn’t have an ounce of bad in her, just a bit of cheekiness. Lord Bardwell, may I present, Belle Somers.”
“Cheekiness is an excellent quality in a young woman,” Hector Bardwell chuckled. “Lovely to make your acquaintance, my dear. I understand you’re from America.”
“Yes, Washington D.C., but I spent four years here and feel right at home. My father was attached to the Embassy when I was a teenager.”
“Really? What’s his name? “
“Matthew, Matthew Somers.”
“Well, well, well,” he exclaimed. “I met Matthew on a number of occasions. You have a sister? A singing sensation, wasn’t she? Wanted to be an actress as well? What is her name? Lucy or some such.”
Damn. Can I never escape living under her shadow?
“Lucinda,” Belle replied.
“Ah yes, Lucinda. Hmmm. Well, I must say, it seems to me you should be the actress in the family. You are a perfect picture, my dear.”
Belle felt something strange happen inside her. A lifting of her spirit, a light shining on her.
“I, um, thank you,” she managed.
“I mean it. Wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it. Simon, you should get this beautiful creature to a modeling agency. Unfair, not sharing her with the world.”
“I quite agree, though selfishly I’m not sure I want to,” Simon replied.
“Shall we go in? Matilda is looking forward to seeing you.”
“After you, Hector,” Simon answered, and began to follow a short distance back as Lord Bardwell moved into the reception room.
“Are you all right, Belle?” he whispered. “You look a little shell-shocked.”
“I am a bit,” she replied honestly. “My whole life I have lived as a second thought to my brilliant sister, and this extraordinary man...”
A wave of emotion rattled through her heart, and Simon reached down, taking her hand and squeezing it.
“My darling Belle, I’m going help you understand just how special you are, I promise you. Hector is no fool and he recognized it immediately.”
She looked up at him, fighting back the tears.
“Stiff upper lip,” he grinned.
The phrase was just what she needed. The threat passed, the lightness returned, and straightening her back, she walked forward into the crowd.
Amaranth was still in Simon’s private living room, she was still holding the champagne glass, she was still shaking with fury, and her feet seemed to be cemented to the floor.
How could such a well-conceived plan have gone awry? Did Belle know? How could she have known? She was just a silly girl from America. A Yank.
Get a hold of yourself, Amaranth. This is merely a small setback. You will find another opportunity. The plan remains viable. Breathe, Amaranth. Remember what that Doctor told you all those years ago? Long deep breaths will settle the nerves.
Raising her chin, she inhaled deeply, and exhaled, and though it took a while she began to feel the effects. Her shaking receded and she could walk again. Moving slowly, she made her way to the couch and sat down, placing the fated glass on the coffee table. Leaning her head back, she stared at the ceiling silently asking for direction.
The vodka. If she’s going to drink the vodka before going out, dose the vodka.
Bolting upright, Amaranth felt a surge of energy. Her plan was alive and well. Better than ever. It would appear that Belle was a secret drinker, a slush, a drunkard.
The sides of her lips curled wickedly, and rising with renewed vigor, she retrieved Simon’s champagne flute and floated out of the room. She would return with several Ambien dissolved in hot water and pour it into the bottle. With her new action clear in her manipulative head, she knew she’d be able to sleep peacefully through the night.
The evening had been a huge success, and as the car meandered through the slick streets, Simon lifted her hand, kissing her fingers.
“You, my dear, lived up to your name,” he smiled.
“I did? How?”
“You were the Belle of the Ball. The loveliest girl in the room, and the most charming, and the smartest, and the sweetest, but most of all, the sexiest.”
Belle laughed out loud,
“I can’t imagine I was all those things.”
Simon reached forward and pushed the button that raised the privacy panel.
“You were,” he continued, “and you’re not allowed to argue with me. Every man in that house wanted to unwrap that dress.”
“In a way, you already know what’s underneath,” she reflected.
“How could I?” he asked, baffled by her statement.
“You know it has to be one of the many you bought.”
“Ah, but you are wrong my sweet. I simply gave your size to the manager of each of the stores, and asked them to select their favorite pieces and send them over. I have no idea what was in those boxes.”
“Oh, Simon. You are much too clever,” she grinned.
“So I’ve been told. Now do you understand my excitement?”
“I certainly do,” she breathed, and lifting her dress, climbed on to his lap, straddling his legs and settling on his thighs. “Why wait?”
“Why indeed?” he sighed, and leaning past her, pushed the intercom button. “Parker, please drive us to City View.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What’s City View?” she asked, intrigued.
“It’s a magical spot about thirty minutes away,” he replied, nuzzling her neck.
“Simon,” she whispered.
Finding her zipper he slid it down, letting her dress drop away.
“What do we have here?” he asked, his eyes dissecting her lace covered breasts.
“Surprises await,” she breathed, feeling her wanton wetness spring to life
Taking the hem of her dress crinkled around her hips, he lifted it up and over her head.
“Very nice,” he smiled, devouring the sight her body through the stretch lace as he moved his hand down her back.
“Keep going,” she whispered, kissing his neck.
Traveling his hand across her backside and in between her legs, his fingers found the open crotch.
“Ohhh,” she moaned as her pussy felt his touch. “Simon...”
“This is just too delicious,” he declared, and grasping her waist, lifted her easily, rolling her over his lap.
“Belle, you have chosen so well,” he sighed, running his hand across her lace covered cheeks, “and this is just too tempting to resist.”
His hand began to rise and fall, slapping down repeatedly, bouncing from cheek to cheek, blushing her skin bright pink, then paused, dropping his fingers between her legs.
“Just checking your wetness. Oh dear, not enough yet,” he proclaimed, and pulling the sides of the body suit into her crack, he swiftly returned to spanking her upturned bottom.
Belle was resting her palms on the floor of the car, and as her skin sparked and tingled, she squirmed with the onslaught of his smacks.
“Oooh, Sir,” she cried wriggling. “Sir.”
“I’m in the mood,” he replied without missing a beat. “Unless you don’t want to disappoint me, you won’t protest again.”
His words clattered through her brain as the stinging spanking continued. Her ass was on fire. Never had she been spanked so hard for so long. Instinctively she attempted flatten herself out but Simon was having none of it, and moving his hands under her hips he raised them back up and continued to slap her. Just when she thought she could take no more, he stopped, and traveling his hand between her legs, cupped her cunt, squeezing and fondling.
“Much better,” he stated, slipping a finger between her pussy lips, and moving his hand back to her scarlet backside, he rubbed and fondled her burning skin, softly squeezing and caressing.
“Simon, that feels so good,” she cooed, still catching her breath. “My skin is so hot.”
“I know my darling, and soon you will feel pleasure to match your pain.”
He continued the tender touching until she had calmed, then helped her on to her knees. Unzipping his trousers to free his rampant cock, already oozing it’s juice, he found the condom in his pocket and expertly slipped it in place.
“Sit on me,” he ordered.
Urgently rising up, she straddled his lap once again, and holding him under her, lowered herself down, moaning as her carnal need was met. Grabbing her hair, he pulled her head back as he devoured her tits through the thin, stretchy lace. She was grinding herself on his cock, and when he abruptly dropped his hands and grabbed her stinging cheeks, clutching them tightly, she let out a cry, moving faster, fueled by his squeeze and the power of his robust member.
“Oh Simon,” she whimpered, “you were right. The pain, it’s...it’s...changing.”
The heat from her spanked behind was flooding her pussy with a hot, longing, speeding forth her moment with shocking alacrity.
“I know my sweet,” he breathed. “Don’t think, just feel.”
“It’s here, oh my God, it’s here,” she exclaimed, feeling her release looming. “I can’t hold it back–”
Quickly covering her mouth to muffle her cries, he wrapped his arm around her waist to hold her as he pumped upward. Her walls were sucking him, drawing him out, and burying his head in her luscious, ripe melons, he moaned huskily as his cock exploded, the jerking, intense release making him grit his teeth to squelch his guttural groans.
Her climax had been a short, sharp explosion, taking her by surprise and rippling through her with a powerful convulsion. Dropping her head into his shoulder, she whimpered as she felt him slip away. Taking the white handkerchief from his breast pocket he pulled off the condom, and maneuvered her so he could cradle her in his arms.
“My sweet, I’m so proud of you,” he crooned.
“Simon, that was incredible, but I always say that because it always is,” she sighed, then added, “sorry, why are you so proud of me?”
“Because you were magnificent tonight, in every way you could possibly be, and because you took that spanking brilliantly, and that pleased me more than you can know,” he said somberly.
“It was so strange, how the pain changed, I mean. I think, if we’d not made love it would have been very effective discipline.”
“Yes, and if you ever need it you know I will not hesitate.”
“Yes, I know. You’ve said that before, and shown me as well, back in L.A.”
“But you see how a sound spanking can become an exciting one?”
“I do. My butt still hurts though.”
“A reminder to behave, a reminder of who I am, and a reminder that pleasure can come from pain,” he said, hugging her tightly.
“I’m learning so much, and it’s only been a few days.”
“You’ll learn even more this weekend,” he promised.
“Really?”
“Yes, really,” he repeated. “Let’s get you dressed. We’re almost at City View.”
Picking up her dress, he helped her slip it over her head and zipped it up.
“I forgot to tell you, we have an appointment at my doctor’s office tomorrow morning at ten. Jameson Bradshaw is his name, and he’s an excellent physician. We’re going to get those blood tests.”
She turned and stared at him.
“Outstanding,” she smiled. “I can’t wait to lose that umbrella.”
“I have to admit, it’s something I am truly looking forward to,” he grinned.
Opening her evening bag she found her lipstick, and dropping down the overhead vanity mirror, she repaired her makeup, and as she ran the small comb through her hair, Simon pressed the intercom button.
“Are we almost there?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir. Two minutes. Front entrance or garage?”
“Front entrance is fine. Did you call ahead?”
“Yes, Sir. We are expected.”
“Who’s expecting us?” Belle queried.
“Just a guard. You’ll see,” he replied.
The car began to slow, then pull to a stop, and Parker opened the back door. Stepping into the late night air, Belle shivered, and Simon reached back into the car for her coat, putting it around her shoulders. Looking up, she saw she was standing in front of a skyscraper.
“Wow, Simon, what is this place?”
“My newest development. It will have apartments, shops, offices. It’s going to be reminiscent of Trump Towers in New York, except it will be Sinclair City View.”
Taking her hand he led her up the steps. The guard had already buzzed the door open, and nodding hello as they passed, Simon guided her to the elevators.
“It’s a thrilling ride,” he grinned. “We change elevators halfway up.”
“Oh, my gosh. It’s kind of scary,” she said cringing. “I don’t think I’ve ever gone up an elevator that high.”
“You would not believe the safety features on these things. Probably the safest place in London.”
The interior of the elevator was black and chrome, modern and sleek, and zipped its way up with tremendous speed, the floor numbers flashing by on the screen in front of her. It slowed dramatically, and when she stepped into the second elevator, she surprised to find it was muted gold and cream.
“I like this decor better than the first,” she observed.
“This is the floor where the apartments begin. You’re not going to believe the penthouse and rooftop deck,” he exclaimed proudly.
Another zipping ride took them to the top floor, and as they stepped out, Belle caught her breath.
“Simon, this is unbelievable.”
Expansive, thick beige carpets sat over dark wood floors, soft pastel colors and furnishings were placed throughout, and floor to ceiling windows surrounded her, affording an astonishing view of the city lights sparkling below. She thought they looked like a quaint fairy village, not the bustling city that was London.
“I don’t even know what to say. I think it’s one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen.”
Taking her hand he led across the room, down a hallway painted a forest green with white molding, sporting large, extraordinary photographs of the world’s most fascinating buildings, and through white double doors into the master bedroom, decorated in a very similar fashion to the one at his home. Sliding aside glass doors, he led her on to a rooftop terrace that boasted a pool, jacuzzi and garden.
“How did you possibly do this?” she asked, completely astonished.
“Wasn’t easy,” he said. “There’s an indoor pool as well, but this is private. It belongs to this penthouse. Button up your coat, we’re not finished yet.”
“More?”
“Yes,” he chuckled. “More.”
Sliding her arms into the sleeves of the warm coat, she buttoned it up, and he took her hand, walking her around the terrace to a short staircase.
“This is the viewing deck,” he announced.
It looked like a greenhouse, but as she ascended the stairs she realized it was a huge glass dome. Opening the entrance he ushered her inside, and for the second time she gasped at what she saw.
An enormous telescope sat center stage. The sides of the dome had comfortable chairs and side tables, and nestled in a corner was a full kitchen area and a bar.
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