Billionaire Bad Boys of Romance 1(187)

Kaiser sighed, shaking his head. “Andrea Paxton is our debut designer. You know how important she is to our show.”

Yeah, she knew. That was the problem, really. But again, Heidi kept her mouth shut.

“I don’t know what you were thinking or what your little temper tantrum was about.” Kaiser snapped his belt between his hands and she winced at the sound, but his words made her sink against the desk in relief. “And I don’t want to know. I need to be able to rely on you.” Kaiser’s hand moved over the skin of her behind, smoothing, caressing. “I need you to do what I say, to follow my direction.” His fingers were long and he fit his palm over her ass cheek, squeezing gently. “I need you to tell me you can do that, Heidi.”

She nodded, whimpering as one of his fingers trembled against her asshole, pressing gently. “Tell me.”

“I will, sir,” she gasped as Kaiser stroked, rubbed, just one finger, right there, making her want to squirm. She fought the urge.

“Are you ever going to pull a jealous little stunt like you did yesterday?”

Jealous stunt. So that’s how he’d rationalized her irrational behavior. That, too, was a relief, and she agreed with him, “No, sir.”

“Promise me.” Kaiser’s finger traced circles, oh so distracting.

“Yes, yes!” Heidi bit her lip, closing her eyes. “I promise.” The belt came down swiftly and she jumped, quickly realizing her error and adding, “Sir! Yes, sir, I promise!”

“Count it out.” Kaiser moved fully behind her, his hand gone from her bottom, and she braced herself, sensing his presence behind her. He was readying himself.

“One!” she gasped as his belt met her flesh.

“Two!” The second one bit into her thigh.

“Three!” He wasn’t holding back and she felt tears stinging now.

“Four! Five! Six!” She would be begging for him to stop before he was finished, she was sure of it, and she fought the urge to cover her behind with her hands. Her ass was on fire!

“Seven! Eight! Oh! No! Nine!” His belt met the sensitive flesh of her pussy as she wiggled and tried to arch away and she yelped when he grabbed her hips, holding her still.

“Ten! Eleven! Oh god, Kaiser, please! Twelve! Thirt-iiieeeee-een!” Normally a very unlucky number, this was Heidi’s lucky day. Kaiser sat down in his desk chair, directing her. “On your knees.”

She complied, turning, sinking down between his thighs and looking up at him with wet eyes.

“You spent most of your teen years in a foster home, didn’t you?” He rubbed his thumb over her jaw line, looking pensive.

She didn’t ask how he knew. She just nodded in agreement, whispering, “Yes, sir. It was a textile farm in Georgia. Sheep, silkworms, cotton…they did a little of everything.”

“That’s where you learned to weave?” he inquired. “Unbutton your blouse, Heidi.”

“Yes, I learned to weave and spin.” She worked the buttons down to the last.

“You’ve come a long way from Georgia, haven’t you?” he asked, fondling her breast though the lacy material of her bra. The brassiere was black, although the top was white—he liked to see her bra through her blouse.

“You’ve come a long way from Texas,” she dared, meeting his eyes.

“Maybe not as far as we think, hm?” He gave her a small smile. “Did they treat you well?”

“There were eight of us,” Heidi said. She didn’t like remembering and didn’t know why he was asking, but if he wanted to know, she’d tell him. “We worked for them.”

“Were you punished when you were bad?” he inquired, unbuttoning his trousers. She just nodded, focused on the path of his downward zipper. “Did he hurt you?”

“Sometimes,” she admitted. Corporal punishment had been the discipline of choice, although the truth was, Heidi was obedient and rarely got beaten.

“Did he touch you?”

It took her a moment to realize what he meant. “Oh…no.”

“Did she?”

“No!” Her eyes widened. “A few of the older boys…sometimes…we never got caught…”

“Yes, you would want that.” Kaiser chuckled. “So very tactile.” He pulled her closer by her hair and rubbed her face against the material of his boxers, his cock hard against her cheek. “I think I know now why you started where you did here at Kaiser. You really felt you couldn’t do any better, didn’t you?” He frowned at the way her eyes teared up. “Tell me, how did you get interested in fashion?”