Free Bared by the Billionaire by Kallista Dane

He went to a cabinet along one wall of the lab. Opening it, he ran his hand over an array of paddles and whips, feeling their weight, listening to the swish they made as he sliced through the air with each of them in turn. His cock hardened as he imagined how he’d begin Kyra’s training.

Chapter Six
     
     
    Harmon closed the door to Kyra’s suite softly behind him and headed down the hall. Their first session had gone very well. She was certainly off-balance right now. He’d left her needy, desperate for release. He was needy too. His cock was hard, straining against his jeans. Paddling Kyra, then arousing her, excited him even more than he’d imagined it would during all those months of planning. He couldn’t wait to shove himself deep inside her, to feel her, hot and wet and tight around him.
    He wanted to get into the lab, feed his observations about her into the program he’d created. Cabrera was right. She was the perfect sub. If he didn’t know better, he’d swear she had never been spanked like that, never been restrained and then aroused to the brink of orgasm. Her responsiveness was so real, so raw.
    He’d spanked the pros he brought in much harder. They squealed and begged him to stop, but there was something forced and phony about their protests. Kyra’s stubborn refusal to make a sound no matter how firmly he wielded the paddle turned him on much more. She awakened all the dom tendencies he’d learned about but never experienced before. Suddenly he understood. Right now all he wanted was to redden that sweet ass until he made her cry out his name, swear she’d do anything he wanted. He’d spank her until she begged him to let her fall to her knees and take his big cock deep in her mouth.
    He wanted to see her face when he broke down her barriers after a hard spanking and coaxed those tiny sounds of aching need from her despite herself. He wanted to touch her and taste her and penetrate her while she was tied down, spread apart, unable to resist. He wanted to hear those tiny sounds became screams of ecstasy.
     
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    Kyra stifled a groan as she sat down gingerly on the ottoman in her dressing room to unhook the black stockings. Her bottom was still stinging and she couldn’t resist the need to turn and inspect it in the long mirror on her way to retrieve her clothes from the closet. Yes, it was red. But it didn’t look as horrible as she’d feared. Still, her first real spanking hadn’t been anything like she’d imagined, all those times alone in her bed with her fingers busy between her legs. It hurt, far worse than she ever thought it would. In fact, she decided she never wanted a spanking again.
    Except… there was that desperate need he’d awakened in her pussy right now. She wanted to be fucked. Hard. Mindless and frantic fucking, until she came over and over. She’d never felt like this before. She fought the overwhelming urge to bring herself to a quick orgasm. But he’d be monitoring those hidden cameras and she had no desire to repeat her punishment session so soon.
    Maybe she wouldn’t mind being spanked next time if she got to come right afterwards, she mused, leaving the slutty outfit in a heap on the dressing room floor. She washed the tears from her face, wishing she had her bags so she could touch up her makeup. Searching for a comb, she opened a drawer in the bathroom vanity and found a full array of cosmetics. Lipsticks in much more vivid colors than her usual soft shade. Powder, blush in four different shades, and enough eye liner and shadow to make her look like an Egyptian princess.
    Feeling a bit better, she applied powder and lipstick with a light hand and replaced the mascara that had been running in streaks down her face after crying so hard. Then she got back into her usual business attire. She’d worn a midnight blue suit today, with a cream-colored silk blouse underneath. Fully dressed, she gave herself a final once-over in the full-length mirror. That