The Dark Side of Kingsley: A Billionaire Romance Page 6

  "Oh, Kingsley," she moaned, gyrating her hips. She moved over my cock, and I told her to get on top. She did, and as she slid down my shaft, she shuddered with the intensity, a loud moan escaping her lips. She collapsed forward onto my chest.

  I moved my hands from her tits to her ass and squeezed as I helped to slide her up and down my shaft, creating the most beautiful friction.

  "Yes," she hissed as I began to slam her down harder onto my rock-hard cock.

  "That's right, Katarina, take my cock." Talking seemed to increase her excitement. "You're a dirty little slut, aren't you, Katie? Now, beg to come."

  I let go of her hips and moved her onto her hands and knees. I reached under her, grabbing both her breasts. I rolled and pinched her nipples as she squeaked with the intensity of it. I pounded her from behind. "Lower your head and stick your ass in the air."

  She did, and it changed the angle of penetration, giving me deeper access into her sweet honey pot. She gasped with the new sensation. I felt her walls begin to quiver; she was seconds away from an orgasm.

  "You better ask, little brat, or the sex stops and your punishment begins."

  "Please, King, please may I come?"

  I waited for a few beats, feeling the exquisite torture of her trying to hang on.

  "Now, Katarina."

  "Aaa," she wailed as her body quaked and her pussy clenched and unclenched with the intensity of her release. I continued to pound her and felt her rising again. She continued to come undone as I kept up my pace, riding one orgasmic wave after another.

  I felt her walls tighten; she was close again. "Katarina, don't make me…" but before I could say the rest, she came hard. I pulled out and went to the bathroom. I found my solid black walnut hairbrush. When I came back, she was still in position.

  At least, instinctually, she knew not to move and provoke me further. "Katarina, were you bad?"

  She said nothing. I lined up the brush and smacked her right cheek with a fair amount of intensity. She flopped forward, screeching and grabbing her cheek. She was going to be dramatic, so this would call for some patience on my part.

  "Back in position."

  "No, I don't want to; that hurt."

  "Of course, it hurt, darling. It wasn't meant to feel good. This is punishment for not doing what you were told. Katarina, I promised you I would be respectful of your choices, didn't I?"

  A mumbled yes came from the bed, as she was still face down.

  "Did you make a choice, or did you just lose control?"

  She didn't answer. This was crucial to what we were doing. She didn't want to be accountable for her actions; it was easier to blame her parents. She wanted to be a brat and get away with things, but deeper down, she didn't want that at all.

  She needed to know boundaries; she needed to learn to make conscious choices and know when she wasn't. To gain control, she would need to be able to distinguish between these two things.

  "Katarina, I'm waiting. You have three seconds, and then I will begin again."

  That was all the motivation she needed.

  "I chose it. I knew what you said, but I didn't want to listen. I, uh, wanted to see if you, uh, would deliver on what you said. I guess you could say I was baiting you. I'm sorry, Kingsley, but I pushed the boundaries, I guess to see what would happen. Please don't spank me; I'll be good, I promise."

  She had turned her head to add her pleading eyes to her words. It was tempting to let this one go, but I couldn't waste a learning opportunity.

  "Sorry, little Kate, you made your choice, and now I must live up to my word. I sat on the bed and told her to get over my lap. Then I wrapped one of my legs over hers to keep her in place. At least, this way, I wouldn't have to worry about her wiggling and me hitting too high or too low.

  "Now listen, because this is punishment, you don't get a warmup. I will give you five spanks per cheek, and you will count them, do you understand?"

  "Yes."

  I brought the brush down hard on both cheeks.

  "Yes, what?"

  "Yikes, yes, sir!"

  I brought down the hairbrush on her left cheek and waited for her to count. She was sucking in her breath and hissing the air back out. Even light intensity was hard for her. She was taking too long, probably trying to prolong the next crack to her ass.

  "You have just earned five more for not answering."

  I brought down the brush on her right cheek. She squealed but said, "Two."

  Smack! I brought it down on the left. She cried out, "Please stop, red, red, red."

  I wrestled with myself not to laugh. You'd think she was being tortured by a simple light paddling. I smacked it down right and then left in quick succession.

  "Five, oh God, oh please, Kingsley," she sobbed. "Please, it hurts so bad."

  She needed encouragement. I stopped, put down the paddle, and rubbed her tender bottom.

  "Shhh, Katarina, you're doing wonderfully. Now be a good girl and take the last five, and I won't do the extra."

  She calmed down considerably, no longer sobbing, just sniffling. Soon, she would be moaning, when I used the heat I was creating in her sit spot to bring her untold pleasure. I picked up the brush.

  "Now count," I ordered.

  I brought it down on her right sit spot, and she hissed but did better at controlling herself and called out, "Six."

  I smacked her left sit spot.

  She said, "Seven," and I hesitated to admire the lovely blush that was decorating her perfect, heart-shaped backside.

  I brought down the brush on her right sit spot again and then the left. "Eight, nine."

  "Good girl," I soothed, "last one." I lined up the brush and brought it down on both sit spots simultaneously.

  "Ouch! Ten!"

  "Mmm, your red ass is hot, no pun intended," I smirked.

  I felt between her legs—soaking wet.

  She mewled in protest; she didn't want me to know how much that little punishment session had turned her on.

  "Now, on your knees for your reward."

  She quickly got up and made her way onto the bed, getting on her hands and knees. I took a moment to look at her reddened backside. Delicious, I loved seeing a red ass; that was my kink. I went to the bathroom and grabbed the lubricant then went back to the bed and put a dollop on her cute back button. She gasped in shock at the unusual sensation.

  I reached under her and ran my index finger along her open, wet slit. She arched her back as I found her clitoris. I began to rub it as I plunged one finger into her soaked walls. She moaned loudly, "Oh, yes, yes, please, Sir, I want it."

  She was going to get it all right, but not what she thought. I continued to plunge my finger in and out and added a second. She mewled with need, and I felt her walls tighten. I removed my finger from her clit and moved my hand to her ass.

  I ran my thumb over her anus and felt her shock as I touched her very virgin hole. I added a third digit to the onslaught of her pussy while I slowly began to sink my thumb into her ass. She froze and squeezed. I took my hand away from her cunt, and she almost cried.

  "No, please," she whined, "don't stop."

  "You need to relax, Katarina, and trust me."

  I felt her tight ring soften, and I used the opportunity to rub her clit and press my thumb the rest of the way into her ass. She came, and as I had not told her to wait until she was told, I did not stop my ministrations.

  I added my index finger to her backside while adding another digit to her hungry vagina. She was so turned on that she began to back her ass into my fingers. This was the moment I'd been waiting for. Her fear was gone, and her pleasure overrode her discomfort.

  I gently pulled my thumb and finger out of her ass and pressed my cock against her back entrance. I added more lube and just pushed forward as my other hand stayed busy bringing her to orgasm after orgasm with my fingers.

  She cried out my name when the head of my cock penetrated her hole. I held still and rubbed her clit. She was getting
close to nearing the end of how much pleasure she could take. I used my other hand to guide her ass back slowly over my cock and then reached around for her breast, finding her nipple. I fondled it while I played with her clit, and my cock continued its slow but steady descent into her extremely tight ass.

  She felt amazing; it wouldn't take much to have me fill her ass with my cum. I felt her building to another crescendo. I was entirely in her ass now, and she was arching her back to take me deeper, the little minx. I began to gently thrust to the sound of the continual gasps and moans that fell from her beautiful mouth. I pinched her nipples suddenly, and the walls of her squeezed and tremored. I pumped hard a couple of times and came hard in her ass.

  When we started to come down, I gently pulled out and went to the bathroom for a cloth.

  "Stay," I commanded. When I returned with a washcloth, I cleaned Katarina and tucked her in bed, pulling the covers around her chilled body. She fell instantly asleep, with a little smile on her lips.

  I slid in behind her, and this time, I fell into a deep sleep. It was 10:00 am when we both woke, in the same position, too tired to have moved, even in our sleep.

  "Good morning, Katarina, how was your sleep?"

  "Yummy, fantastic. My entire body feels like it is made of rubber."

  "You had quite a workout, I'm not surprised," I said as I squeezed her ass. She yelped, and I laughed.

  "Oh, so you think my discomfort is funny, do you?" She pushed away from me and then turned toward me so she could face me.

  "Well, I can't lie, I do love seeing you with a red ass. And after sniveling like a wee baby, you took to it well."

  She playfully punched me in the arm. "Oh, sure, well, you weren't on the receiving end, were you? It hurt a lot."

  "And then?"

  "And then, what?"

  "Did it not work in your favor afterward, when I played with your ass?"

  A beautiful blush rose from her neck to her face. "Um, yes, why, yes, it did. How did you know?"

  "That you would like it?"

  "Yes. I mean, how did you know I would respond as I did? I didn't know I would, even while you were doing it. I had a part of my brain that was constantly registering surprise."

  "That's my job; it comes with desiring control. One must learn everything about what it is they are trying to control. In this case, it was your sexual responses. Do you know how many orgasms you had in the early hours this morning?"

  She shook her head no.

  "Seventeen. I'd say that was a positive response."

  She giggled. "I suppose, but I was hoping for twenty." She laughed again.

  "Aren't you walking on the wild side? Good for you, Katarina. That shall be our next goal then, twenty."

  I rose and ordered coffee and breakfast to be sent to our room and then hopped in the shower. When I came out, Katarina was pouring two cups of steaming brew that must have been delivered while I was indisposed.

  She handed me my cup as I sat down on a chair by the bed. "What is our plan for today, Kingsley?"

  "I'm glad you asked," I said, setting down my cup. "We're heading over to Italy. There is a volcanic restaurant that is famous for using its natural surroundings for a most unusual dining experience. I thought we should see what they're doing and maybe get some ideas. How does that sound?"

  "Sounds delicious," she said with a grin. "You know how much I love food."

  "That I do, now eat up; we need to get back to the hangar and be in Rome for a 2:00 pm reservation and private tour."

  I ate a bagel with lox and cream cheese while she dug into her Eggs Benedict. She really did love food; her face expressed that love with every bite she took. It was beautiful to watch. She hopped in the shower after, and I brought out my next surprise.

  A fitted red floral dress with a full loose skirt, ballerina flats with ribbons, and a matching sun hat and ivory wrap. I laid it all out on the bed, and when she came looking for her evening wear, she squealed with delight when she saw the outfit on the bed.

  Then she wrapped her arms around me and placed a tender kiss on my lips. "Be careful, Kingsley; I could get used to this."

  She bounced back to the bathroom with her outfit, while I remained rooted, pondering her statement. I felt a wrench in my gut that told me I was a goner, while my mind battled my reaction and said, we'll see.

  Chapter 8

  Kate

  The romantic date night and the crazy sex that had followed would go down in my journal as one of the most incredible nights of my life. I don't know how he knew, but Kingsley was like a heat-seeking missile and I was his target. He just went to the warmest parts of me and drew me out until I exploded.

  Even the outfit he'd picked out was terrific. It was different, not something I ever would have chosen for myself, but it brought out a softer look on me that I felt was perfect for Europe. I felt pretty, not sexy, and that was very different.

  Back in the states, it seemed all women everywhere were trying to create a sexy look. But the Europeans just seemed to get it right when they dressed as women and not painted Barbie dolls.

  An hour after I exited the bathroom, we were on the plane and flying to Southern Italy to Grotta Palazzese, set in the cliffs in the town of Polignano. I'd heard of this restaurant but, again, had never been.

  I found it interesting that, so far, Kingsley had brought me to two of the most romantic restaurant destinations in the world. I Googled the names on the plane. If he kept following this trend, I knew exactly where we would be eating in New York when we arrived.

  I gazed thoughtfully out the window of the jet, my memory replaying the last time I'd spoken with Ethan. He'd been having trouble with his girlfriend, Pam. I liked her well enough, but I didn't feel she was the right fit for him. She was jealous of our friendship, and as a result, we'd only spoken a handful of times since my last fiasco, when Ethan had flown out to rescue me from one of my famous benders.

  His intention had been to help me as I'd helped him. But it'd blown up in his face. Ethan was a nice guy and easy to manipulate, so seeing him had just fueled my dysfunctional fire, instead of reeling it in. His girlfriend, Pam, was aggressive, more like I was. I suddenly wondered if her tough exterior was a façade, like mine. I'd never considered that other people suffered from the same hiding mechanism as myself, but it made sense.

  I felt eyes on me and turned from the window to find Kingsley watching me. "You have a question, Katarina?"

  I frowned. "Yes, how did you know?"

  "When your defenses are down, you are like an open book. Now, what is puzzling you?"

  "You're something else, you know that? Okay, here goes. My friend, Ethan, who you will meet in New York, has a girlfriend, Pam. He is having issues with her, and I think I make them worse."

  "How so?"

  "Well, I am notorious for getting Ethan in trouble with his girlfriends. When I go on a bender, he usually flies out and tries to fix me. It never works. Then he goes home and tries to fix his current girlfriend, and that doesn't work, either. It's like, he dates women like me, and by saying like me, I'm referring to women I think are hiding. Maybe Pam isn't as dominant as she pretends to be. Would you know when you met her if she was like me?"

  "Oh, indeed, I would know within the first minute of meeting her what type of woman she is. But what about your friend, Ethan; what sort of person do you think he is?"

  I stared back out the window, thinking, what type of man was he? Good question, and then I started remembering what he was like as a child, always frustrated when he wasn't leading our games. I turned back to Kingsley.

  "I think he may be like you but doesn't know it yet. He's my age, twenty-three, and maybe he just hasn't figured out who he is yet. Ha, that's a joke, I haven't figured out who I am yet, either. Just forget I spoke; saying my thoughts out loud sound stupid."

  My eyes turned out the window as I felt heat bloom on my cheeks, no doubt matching my ass.

  "Katarina, look at me."

  "Ca
n't you just leave it, Kingsley? I don't know what I'm talking about; you should be used to that by now."

  "Now," was all I heard, and like a puppet on a string, I turned my head toward him. I could feel tears glistening in my eyes and again wondered what the hell was wrong with me. I felt like a total mess, just sharing my thoughts. I hated sharing my thoughts, and now I remembered why, because I sounded stupid.

  Kingsley was looking at me like he could see my soul, his intense gaze sending a bolt of heat right down to my lady parts. Oh, God, the way he looked at me made me wet with desire. I licked my lips, trying to catch the single tear that slid down my cheek.

  "Listen to me, Ms. Kate, you have been told your entire life that you are Katerina Wallington. When you did things your parents didn't like, you were told you were terrible. So, as a woman, when you do things that are spur of the moment and not in compliance with their expectations, you think you are a bad girl. When you control yourself, you think you are worthy of love and attention. Being with me brings out what you consider to be your right or proper side. Don't confuse this with your submissive personality. I think we are all born into this world as one or the other, to an extent. Being good or bad has nothing to do with being you, Kate. This is what I want you to learn while you're with me. That you simply are who and what you are, nothing more and nothing less, and that you are enough."

  I knew what he said had merit, but all I heard was, 'while you're with me.' I guess that meant that this was a short-term experiment, and suddenly, I felt all the wind go out of my sails. This was not going to evolve into the romance of my life like I was beginning to think. This was Kingsley, training me, even though he said we'd take it one day at a time. I felt betrayed; he didn't want me, he wanted a project to fix.

  I turned my gaze out the window. I was angry and folded my arms against my chest, shutting myself off from King and his plan to change me. "What did you just do Katarina? Why are you shutting yourself off from me?"

  I didn't answer.

  "You have three seconds to stop being rude and answer my question."