Free Kiki's Millionaire by Patricia Green Page B

The foyer had a cathedral-style ceiling with
potted spotlights. The floor was some sort of opaque glass tiles. A wooden
staircase led from the back of the foyer up to the second floor. There were a
pair of small tables against the walls, and an umbrella and coat stand not far
from the door. An archway led off to the right and Kiki glimpsed overstuffed
sofas and chairs and the corner of a pool table. Closed double-doors led off to
the left.
    Jim stood there and beamed. “You like?”
    She nodded. “Very nice.”
    “Would you like a glass of wine before dinner?”
    She needed a glass of wine. Kiki’s shoulder muscles
hurt, she was so keyed up. “Damn right…ur…yes, please.”
    He metronomed a finger at her, but his grin said he’d
let the slip go…this time. Jim took her hand again and led her through the
archway. It was a generously-sized room with a large fireplace on one wall. A
pool table took up a portion of the space, with bistro tables and bar stools
set at a distance from it. There was a giant TV on the wall by the billiard
table. Jim led her toward the cushy seating area and pushed her toward a seat
on a puffy suede couch.
     
    “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