Myka and the Millionaire

by Alexis Alvarez

“Good,” he said, and brought the ruler down even harder on her soft skin, so hard that the blow pushed her hips down into the desk, not allowing her to wiggle. He left the ruler there for a minute after the blow, resting on her burning skin and she sobbed out at him. “God. Stop. No!”

  “I’ll stop when you’ve taken the ten.” He raised the ruler again and cracked it down in the same spot, and Myka wailed, feeling tears rolling down her face. She helplessly banged her bound hands up and down on top of the desk. There was no way she could take eight more.

  “Myka. I love the way you suck my cock. This punishment is to remind you to swallow everything afterwards with ease. Practice will help; don’t worry, you’ll get plenty. And I think this,” and he cracked her hard once again, “will also be a good motivation to keep trying.”

  “I really can’t.” Myka was sobbing.

  He paused. “You can’t? Or you don’t want it? Which one?”

  Myka’s body shuddered. “I don’t want it. It hurts so much.”

  He ran one hand down her back, stopping before he reached her burning bottom. “I want you to take the last spanks, Myka. Can you do it for me?”

  “It’s so painful on my thighs, Gabriel.” There was a wet puddle under her face. “I want you to fuck me.”

  “Oh, I will,” he promised. “After we finish here. Yes? I think you want to finish it for me. Do you?”

  “Yes.” Her voice was low but firm.

  “All right.” His voice was firm too, and then Myka felt the ruler crack down hard again, making her moan out.

  “Yes, I know,” he soothed her. “Accept the pain, Myka. Let your body absorb it. Six more. Focus on how your arousal is growing too, under the spanking.”

  The ruler hit again and again, and Myka swore she could feel the exact edges of the red stripe that he surely had left there. She pressed her hips hard into the desk, trying to escape, but there was nowhere to go. And truthfully, she didn’t want to go anywhere. How was it possible that such a painful spanking could get her so hot for him?

  “Last one here,” he warned her, then brought the ruler down in a searing blow that hit below her sit spot, making her squeal and rock her hips despite her best efforts.

  “Done!” she cried out triumphantly.

  “Done with the ruler,” he corrected. He helped her stand up but didn’t do anything to release her wrists. He reached behind him and grabbed a tissue, wiped her face gently, then lifted a water bottle to her mouth so she could drink it. She was embarrassed to be treated like this, but her hands were still bound and she was thirsty, so she drank.

  “How’s your ass?” he asked her with a grin. “Those thighs?”

  Myka scowled through her tears, her voice jerking. “On fire, and you know it.”

  He turned her around. “Let me look.”

  “You’re like a kid on Christmas morning,” Myka complained, wiggling at the intense sting.

  “This is much better than Christmas, ma chèrie,” he murmured, tracing some of the stripes on her ass and upper thighs, making Myka quiver. “God, I love seeing my fucking marks on you, Myka. It gets me so hot, knowing you wear the work of my hands, and that you’ll feel it all day tomorrow. Fuck.”

  He sat down again on the chair, and pulled her to him. “Straddle my legs. We’ll do this instead of the corner time for you. I can’t resist your body.” He pulled her up, adjusting her legs, holding her bound hands loosely in his. He kissed her almost viciously, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, toying with her tongue, sucking at her lips. Then he moved one hand down to tease her clit, stroking and flicking with his fingertip. With her arms tied and her legs spread wide over his, there was nothing to do but accept his ministrations.

  He teased her this way for a long time, until Myka squirmed on his lap, trying to reach his teasing finger, needing more friction, craving release. When she was so frustrated that she was ready to scream, he moved his hand. “Don’t come, Myka,” he warned her. “We’re going to finish your punishment now, and then we’ll see how well it worked, yes?”

  “What?” Myka struggled to keep up.

  “You’re getting a nice little belt whipping, Myka, for not keeping your hips on that desk, and for gagging on my cum.”

  He slid her to her feet, and guided her by her bound hands over to a large armchair. “Get up onto the chair, facing the back, on your knees. Lean into the fabric and rest your body against the back. Now lean your head down, arms over your head, like that. Good. Legs wide.”

  He positioned her, then Myka’s heart raced as she heard him unbuckle his belt, the swish as it pulled away through the loops. He stood to the side so she could see him, and folded the belt in half, holding the buckle inside his fist.

  “This is going to hurt,” he told her sternly. “But you need this. I’ve found that the tough punishments work so well on you, Myka. Every time you get one, you’re so much more obedient and submissive for me the next time. The training helps you. And you love that too, yes?”

  “I like being submissive for you,” Myka whispered, feeling tears start again. Her ass felt swollen from the spanking, and all she wanted was to feel him inside her, bringing her to ecstasy.

  “Then accept the spanking,” he told her. “Try to keep your body relaxed. I want your ass cheeks soft.”

  Myka struggled to relax her body. “How many?” she asked.

  “We’ll see. That depends,” he told her. “On when I think you’re ready.”

  “Ready for what?”

  “Ready to suck me off again.”

  Myka shot a look at him, and saw that he was indeed hard against his thigh. She fidgeted. “You’re going to make me—”

  “Yes, I am. You’re going to suck me off again right after I whip your ass red, Myka. And you’re going to do it perfectly this time.” His voice was stern. “You only get to come if I’m pleased. So let the spanking be a good incitement.”

  He raised the belt high and cracked it down across the middle of both ass cheeks. Myka stiffened and wailed. If she thought the ruler was bad, she’d been wrong; the belt on top of a ruler spanking was far worse. The thud of the impact made her ache, and there was also the searing pain on her skin. On top of her already reddened buttocks, it was nearly unbearable.

  “Too hard!” she cried out.

  “You’ll take ten,” he told her. “Don’t fight me, Myka. You’re getting this, one way or another. You’re going to be obedient for me. A good sub. Who does what she’s told, and doesn’t mess around with things that don’t concern her.” His voice sounded hard, rough, almost angry. Myka felt a sick shiver of worry—this sounded sort of… real. And not in a good way.

  Myka whimpered as the belt cracked down again and again. With her legs spread, he was able to angle his approach to get the inside of her cheeks as well, and he even directed a few slaps to her inner thighs, which made her screech out and jump before repositioning herself.

  Gabriel paused after the fifth slap, moving in to check her face, then touched between her legs. “I think another five will make sure you’re going to behave the way I like.”

  “No, please, I’m ready,” she begged him, tears sliding down her face. “Let me suck you now, Gabriel. I swear I’ll be so perfect for you.”

  “Yeah?” He looked at her, started to speak, shook his head, then said, “You want to get on your knees right now, then?” Myka knew what he was doing; he was giving her an out, a way to call stop without actually saying red.

  And Myka was dying to tell him to stop, but she heard her voice burst out, “No. I didn’t mean it. Keep going. Please.”

  “All right. If you insist, I’m happy to oblige.” He stood back at the side and raised the belt, and it cracked down onto her ass once again. Myka wailed and clutched at the chair with her fingers, yanking her wrists against the tape, trying to free herself. She mouthed red to herself, over and over, never allowing herself to speak it aloud. When the ten were finally done, she was crying outright. But the word, although she’d to
yed with it on the tip of her tongue, never came.

  Gabriel dropped the belt, then Myka heard him undressing. Soon he was naked, and although her ass throbbed, she thrilled to see his sexy body, hard for her. He helped her off the chair, wiped her face again, then took a pair of scissors and cut the tape away. He massaged her wrists, squeezing her palms and fingertips.

  “Everything good?” he asked.

  Myka wiggled her fingers. “Fine,” she said, then glared at him. “My hands are fine, that is.” He handed her the water bottle again and she drank it down.

  “Your ass, too,” he murmured, turning her to the side and looking her up and down, “is fine.”

  “It hurts so much,” she begged. “Please, I need to rub it. I’m not playing.”

  He shook his head. “Not yet.” He ran his hands up her body, touching her belly, her nipples. “God, your body is so gorgeous. I look at you and I go insane.” He tweaked one nipple, then bent and took it in his mouth and sucked it. Myka gasped as the sudden fever that coursed through her.

  For a few minutes he continued to tease her nipples with his mouth, sometimes nipping, sucking and licking with his tongue, until they were distended and swollen, a dark pink, wet from his mouth. Then he turned her around, touched her ass. “Do you know how hot you get me when you let me do that to you? When you like it too, even as you hate it? It’s the most amazing thing in the world.”

  Myka let her eyes drift closed as he raised his hands and played with her nipples from behind, but then he said, “Let’s get to that test now, shall we?”

  “The test?”

  “I think you know what I mean.” He smiled at her and led her to the bedroom. “How do you want me, ma chèrie? This is your blowjob, your chance to shine. I’ll let you have that competitive edge.”

  Myka put her hands on her hips. “It’s my blowjob?”

  “That’s right.” He was hard now, as hard as she’d ever seen him.

  Myka gestured at the bed. “Fine. Lie down on your back, head on the pillow.” He did, and Myka got onto the bed on all fours and straddled him so her wet slit was above his cock.

  “Are you so sure you want my mouth? Maybe you want this instead?” she said seductively, letting her pussy brush his tip, going down an inch onto him before pulling up. “My mouth is fine, I know it. But this can be quite nice as well.” She impaled herself on him again, this time going a little further down before pulling off with a small sucking sound. She was so wet that her body glided silkily against his.

  He groaned underneath her, and Myka continued, moving her hips expertly to pull him in, then let him out, teasing him over and over. “I bet you want me to sink right down onto you,” she murmured at him, wiggling on top of him, then moving away. “It feels so good, doesn’t it?” She reached down to stroke him with one hand, amazed at how soft his skin felt over the hard pulsing steel below.

  “Myka, I want your mouth,” he said, but did nothing to stop her movement.

  “Really?” Well, here it is,” she said, then leaned down and kissed him, letting her nipples brush his chest. He tried to deepen the kiss but she pulled her mouth up, although she let her nipples brush deliberately across his chest again.

  “Feel my tits, Gabriel? They’re so hard for you. Look how you get them into tight little nubs. Just thinking about fucking you makes my nipples peak with pleasure.”

  He groaned again and lifted his hands, grabbed one nipple in each, and rolled them in his fingers. Now Myka moaned. Then Gabriel picked her up and lay her on the bed beside him. “Hold that thought,” he told her, and went across the room; when he returned, he had a wicked-looking leather riding crop in his hand.

  Myka gasped. “No. You already spanked me twice.”

  “Yes, I know. This third time is for distracting me and not giving that second blowjob. Lie at the edge of the bed and put two pillows under your hips. I want your ass nice and high for me.”

  Myka hesitated, but did as instructed, her eyes still on the crop. “Don’t do it too hard, okay, baby?” she pleaded. “I’m so sore already. I just want to fuck you.”

  “Soon. You’re almost there. You take this and I’ll let you have that fuck.”

  “How many?” Her voice was nervous, her body tight.

  “We’ll see. Keep your hands in front of you.”

  Myka nodded. “Yes, sir.”

  The crop bit hard on her left hip. She squealed and rolled over, but Gabriel leaned in like lightning and pushed her back. “Stay in position.”

  “It’s insane!”

  “I know. Stay quiet for it.”

  He raised the crop and slapped her again on the other hip. Again Myka bucked and rolled, unable to control her response.

  “Ouch!” The pain was getting intense, almost to the point where it was destroying her arousal.

  Swish, crack! Swish, crack! Swish, crack! He hit several more times, the crop landing on areas of her ass that were already red and sore.

  Myka wailed, and he paused. “Doing okay, chèrie?” Myka didn’t answer, so he put one hand on her back. “Answer me, Myka.” He sounded serious this time.

  “Doing okay. Keep going,” she managed to force out, even though the words shot dread into her belly. Maybe he had Rachel in the back of his mind; she needed to let him whip the thoughts away for both of them. “I need more because I was so bad,” she added, hoping her tone was convincing enough. Gabriel started again, slapping the crop all over her ass and thighs. She twisted and writhed, trying to get away, whimpering, tears once again flowing. How long was he going to do it?

  She steeled herself to wait, to take it, but eventually, as the crop kept licking her skin with fire, she lost her tolerance. She was about to say red, seeing nothing but red behind her squeezed eyes, when he dropped the crop.

  “Fuck, I can’t believe how much you want tonight, Myka. But that’s enough. It’s already more—” He got back onto the bed and said, “Get back on top of me, like before. Impale your pussy on my cock.”

  Myka straddled him once again, and lowered herself down, still whimpering at the raging fire behind her.

  “Yeah, chèrie, fuck me,” he murmured seductively to her. “Keep moving up and down on me, like that,” and he grabbed her hips in his strong hands and pulled her down on top of his pulsing length. Myka cried out in pleasure as she slid down to take him into her body, and rested her hands on his shoulders for a minute, enjoying the fullness and warmth. Right now, she was not in that magic zone where the pain melded with the pleasure into a super sensation—it had been too much, but it still felt good.

  She began to lift up and down, slowly at first, then faster. He used his hands on her hips to guide her speed and placement until they were in sync, moving together as one.

  “Put your hands on your nipples,” he ordered her, his voice tight. “Squeeze. Pretend it’s my hands.”

  Myka reached up and pinched the taut nipples, and cried out, “Gabriel, I need to come!”

  “Wait,” he commanded her. “Keep moving.” He continued to hold her hips, assisting the movement, until they were both tight with need. Then he reached with one hand and touched her clit as she moved on his body, rubbing it, giving it a pinch. “Come for me now,” he demanded. “Come.”

  Myka screamed in relief and let the orgasm rocket over her, riding him furiously, and he shouted out and came hard into her body.

  Myka rolled down off him, releasing him with a soft slick sound, and lay beside him, panting. The orgasm hadn’t been as phenomenal as usual, but it had been good, and after everything, she needed a break. She drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Twelve

  Myka awoke alone again, with the soft blanket pulled over her. She lay still for a few moments, enjoying the warmth of her cozy nest in the bed, then darted a look at the clock. She’d slept for two hours.

  She rolled out of bed, wincing at the soreness in her butt—it hurt more than any other time he’d spanked her. She twisted around to check in the mirror. Her botto
m was red and swollen, with darker puffy belt stripes and angry blotches from the crop; some especially marked areas looked like they’d definitely bruise. She poked one tentatively, then jumped.

  “Ow,” she said aloud.

  She was half appalled, half aroused by the sight of the marks. Maybe she should have told him to stop? This was definitely going to hurt for days, and she had a lot of sitting to do. She remembered with unease how close she’d been to saying red. A small voice in her brain worried her: what happened to that promise about reading her body, her tone? She hadn’t wanted the belt or the crop—or for that matter, to be trapped under his desk.

  Then she remembered her own voice, telling him to keep going, that she wanted more.

  Why hadn’t she said stop? She looked into the mirror again, and shook her head. This wasn’t want she’d wanted as a result; it was too much. Deciding to worry about it later, she wrapped up in the white robe—her robe, now, hanging on its own spot on the bathroom wall. She brushed with her toothbrush, a cute pink one she’d brought over, then drank the entire bottle of water he’d left for her on the nightstand. After combing her hair to get out some of the tangled sweaty snarls, she padded barefoot to look for Gabriel.

  He was examining a presentation on his laptop and talking on the phone: business. She came up and kissed him on the cheek and his hand snaked under her robe; she liked the way he grasped her breast and squeezed her nipple.

  He was so hot in his sweats and bare chest; the mixture of savvy rocket scientist and sex God had her all melty inside. He was like the perfect mix of everything she wanted in a man and he was shooting her a “I want to fuck you” look from his gorgeous, dark eyes. Forgetting all about her sore butt, she felt new arousal surge as she gazed as his sculpted abs and chiseled jaw, and she wanted to get him as turned on as she felt, even as he discussed something about optimal expansion and thrust vectoring.

  She put both hand on her own breasts and making a mock moan of ecstasy. “Oh, baby,” she whispered. “Let those thrusters expand in my vector. Oooooh!” She got kind of loud and darted away, giggling, as he scowled at her.