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Mastered by the Millionaire by Dinah McLeod – Extended Preview

Mastered by the Millionaire“You’re late,” Geoffrey greeted me the next morning.

I blinked in surprise at the fact that he was at my door the moment I opened it, and at the fact that he was fully dressed and functioning. He did realize that six-thirty wasn’t a normal waking hour, didn’t he? At least, it wasn’t for me.

“I’m sorry. I had to take a shower and blow dry my hair first. But I’m only twenty minutes behind.”

“That sounds like an excuse,” he remarked as he took the handle of my rollaway from me. “Twenty minutes is twenty too long. It takes people to fly a plane, and they’ve all been waiting on us. And they’ll wait longer because it will take us at least ten minutes to get to them.”

Geoffrey had been walking, lecturing me over his shoulder while I’d rushed to keep up. “I know, and I am sorry, but…”

“But?” he queried sharply.

I instantly regretted my word choice. I’d ended my sentence one word too late. “Well… don’t you own the plane?”

He stopped abruptly, causing me to nearly bump into him. “I do. But that doesn’t make it acceptable for me, or anyone else using the plane to set a flight time and fail to keep it.” He leveled me with a glare that made my heart do a sharp halt before resuming a more tentative beat. Then, without another word, he pivoted and headed for the door with me at his heels.

I knew I was in trouble. Geoffrey was nothing if not prompt, and he’d already made it more than clear that he hadn’t appreciated my making us late. I’d hoped to grab coffee and a bagel on the way out, but after the mini-lecture I’d gotten—and I had a heart-sinking feeling that more was brewing—I knew better than to ask.

Instead, I followed behind him, rushing to keep up with his hurried, long-legged strides. It wasn’t until he threw the door open wide and strode out, toward the sleek, black car that waited for us, that I felt trepidation. I couldn’t believe I’d agreed to go off with a man who wouldn’t even tell me where we were going! Who was technically my ex-fiancé—sure, I couldn’t get the ring off, but some Vaseline would help that right along—no matter if my body had been confused.

“Nicole,” he called out, his voice made thin with impatience.

“I’m coming,” I sighed quietly to myself. Then, taking a deep breath, I followed.

Geoffrey had already gotten my bag in the car and was standing by an open door. I gave him a brief smile and climbed inside. He was beside me in seconds and knocked on the glass to signal the driver. The glass slid down and a cardboard cup carrier was held up, which Geoffrey grabbed. Then, much to my surprise, he offered me a cup.

“Coffee?” I asked in disbelief.

“I know how you are about your caffeine,” he confirmed with a wry smile.

I took it, inhaling the sharp, comforting aroma as the cup warmed my hands. The funny thing was, I hadn’t realized he did know. It was definitely a pleasant surprise, one that got even better as I began to sip the wonderful brew.

“Did I get it right?”

“It tastes great.”

“Three cream, two sugar?” he clarified.

He knew more than I’d ever realized, apparently. I wouldn’t have suspected that how I took my coffee would rank very high on his list of things to know. Yet, I found myself feeling touched all the same.

“That’s it.”

Once the caffeine reached my bloodstream, I found myself peeking at him through my lashes, wondering how mad he was. Maybe the scolding he’d given me would suffice. If not… butterflies flitted around in my tummy, making me more than aware of how anxious the thought made me. I watched him, trying to get a hint as to how he was feeling, but he was looking out the window, watching the scenery zip by, so it was impossible to get a read.

I hadn’t meant to be late. I should have double-checked the time with him—I knew that. Then I would have set my alarm earlier and I wouldn’t be sitting next to him anxiously squirming in my seat, trying to gauge if I was in trouble or not. He was right, of course. My tardiness had inconvenienced not only the driver, but the flight crew as well. It had been a mistake, but that didn’t mean that I shouldn’t own up to it. I’d just decided to apologize to him, but before I could, the car came to a stop.

“This is our stop,” he told me before climbing out of the car. Moments later my door was being opened by the driver and I was having to hurry to catch up with Geoffrey once more as he headed toward the terminal with our bags. He stopped once he’d reached the plane and the bags were taken by a man in uniform and carried onboard. He was turned toward me, his hands casually on his hips as he watched me approach. The air picked up his coat, causing it to float behind him and I couldn’t help but notice what an imposing figure he made. Yet, my heart fluttered, confusing me more than ever.

“Sorry,” I gasped, out of breath when I stopped in front of him.

“Your legs are shorter than mine,” he said with the hint of a smile on his lips. “How could I hold that against you? After you.” He stepped aside and gestured me inside.

I hurried up the stairs, trying not to think about the fact that my butt was in clear view and that he was probably imagining how it had looked bare and red while tears streamed down my face. It was a small plane, with only twelve seats. They were large, plush seats, however, grouped in pairs. I walked to the middle and chose the window seat. I’d only sat down when a stewardess—Ashley, her nametag read—approached with a smile.

“Good morning. Would you like a cup of coffee or orange juice?”

I idly wondered if they served wine this early. I was about to ask when Geoffrey appeared behind her.

“She’ll take a cup of coffee and a blueberry muffin, please. I’ll have a bottled water if you don’t mind.”

“Of course, Mr. Peirce.” Ashley departed swiftly, not seeming to find it at all strange that he’d ordered for me like I was an indecisive five-year-old.

“What if I’d wanted orange juice?” I asked as he took a seat beside me.

He arched a brow, looking unconcerned. “Did you?”

“I wouldn’t have minded a mimosa,” I muttered, turning away. It seemed like such a silly thing to argue about, and his current nearness squelched any desire I may have otherwise had to put up a fight about it.

“This is a pretty quick flight—barely an hour. But I tell you what, if you finish your coffee and still want one, you can order it.”

I couldn’t help but feel surprised and it must have shown on my face when I turned back to him because he smiled.

“I’m not a complete jerk, you know.”

“No, not completely.”

He gave me a mock frown, exclaiming, “Hey!” in a voice so full of pretend outrage that I laughed.

As I did, I felt some of the tension begin to ease. Things were going to be all right. It was only a week—I could do anything for a week, and when Geoffrey was acting like this, so considerate and charming, it was easy to enjoy his company.

“I’ve already apologized to the crew for our tardiness. When Ashely returns, I’d like you to do the same to her,” he said, suddenly turning serious.

“Wh-what?” I stammered in surprise at the sudden change of subject.

“When she comes back, you need to apologize for—”

“I heard you.”

Geoffrey’s brows shot up once more, even higher, and I turned away, my cheeks flushing. I knew it had been the wrong thing to say, but I’d realized too late to stop myself. But before either of us could say a word—me, to remedy it, or him to scold—Ashley appeared with a steaming cup of coffee and a bottled water.

“I brought cream and sugar,” she chirped cheerfully, either not noticing the tension between us or ignoring it altogether.

“Thank you,” I replied stiffly. After he’d passed me the cup, I stared straight ahead. I could feel his eyes on me, waiting. My heart was pounding hard and fast in my chest as I agonized over what to do. On the one hand, he had a point. It was my fault we were late and I should apologize for it. In another situation, I wouldn’t have hesitated to do so.

But this was different. He was putting me on the spot, and demanding I do something and the combined effect was that I was left feeling tongue-tied. I stared at the seat right in front of me, my pulse picking up faster and faster until I heard the sound of her retreating footsteps. Only then did my pulse slow, but along with it came a feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach.

“Drink your coffee,” he ordered, his tone clipped. “When you’re through, you’ll be going over my lap.”

I gasped and jerked so hard the hot liquid almost spilled over the top of the cup. I turned wide, disbelieving eyes on him. “Here?”

“That’s right,” he nodded, as though there was nothing at all wrong with the picture he presented.

“But… you can’t!”

“I can’t?”

“I… there are other people here.” I lowered my voice the best I could. “They’ll… they’ll hear you.”

“I suppose they will. But don’t you worry, I’m sure Ashley and Raul have heard much worse during their time in my employ.”

“Oh, no. Please, Geoffrey, I can’t.”

“You will,” he asserted, his voice gentle as he reached over and stroked my cheek. “I told you to do something, and you will. You’ve signed a contract to that effect, remember?”

I blanched. Did he really have to bring that up now? Did he honestly think I could forget? “Please, Geoff. Give me another chance.”

He looked at me with sympathetic eyes and for a moment I thought he might relent. But in the end, he shook his head. “I’m sorry, Nicole. I told you what I expected and you chose to disobey me. You have to learn that when I tell you to do something you’re expected to do it then, not when you find it convenient.”

“I’m sorry. I… I’m new at this.”

“I’ll take that into account. But I still expect you to go over my lap. Now, finish your coffee.”

My stomach was churning too much to even consider drinking my coffee. I handed it over and let him take it from me. Then I stood on shaky legs, staring at him with anxious, wide eyes. He couldn’t be serious! And yet, I already knew that he was, that I wasn’t going to be let off the hook. Why hadn’t I forced my stupid lips apart and muttered an apology?

Standing, he reached over the seat in front of him, lowered the tray and put the bottled water and coffee mug down. Once seated, he looked back at me with expectant eyes.

I wobbled on unsteady feet, hoping against hope that he’d give me a last minute reprieve. When he gestured me over his lap instead, I inhaled shakily. Focus on the money, I told myself. Focus on the good you can do for your mom. My belly knotted and my ass prickled, knowing what was coming. “I should have apologized,” I murmured, hoping that he might give me mercy for admitting my mistake.

“Yes, you should have. Not only did you disobey me, but you denied Ashely the courtesy of an apology that she’s owed.”

So much for mercy. I hesitated, but only for a moment. I didn’t want to drag this out any longer than necessary. That was why I took a deep breath and lowered myself over his splayed knees. Much to my surprise, his hand settled on my shoulder first, giving it a gentle squeeze. My heart squeezed in response to the tenderness in his touch.

“I care about you, Nicole. I don’t intend to punish you for anything I don’t feel strongly about. One of those is being respectful to everyone around you, which includes making amends when you’ve wasted someone’s time. You would appreciate the same courtesy if you were in her shoes, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” I mumbled, feeling worse by the minute. I wished he’d stop with the lecture already. “Geoff…”

“Yes, honey?”

“Do you really have to do it here, now? I’m already so embarrassed.”

“Good. Maybe next time you’ll remember this moment and make the right decision.” Without another word, Geoffrey’s hand came down on my backside with a loud smack.

I bit down on my lip just in time to keep the gasp locked behind my teeth. I couldn’t believe this was happening. With the ink barely dry on the contract I’d signed and the memory of last night’s spanking still fresh in my mind I was being spanked for the second time! And as his hand punished my tender orbs I soon realized that more than the memory lingered from the first spanking. I was still sore, which made his hard swats all the more painful. But I couldn’t afford to cry out—I could feel Ashley’s eyes on me, amplifying the embarrassment I felt to an almost unbearable level. It was the humiliation, washing over me in waves, as I knew that every crisp hand spank echoed throughout the small space that helped me keep my pain stuffed down deep.

However, as swat after stinging swat fell, the gasps and moans began slipping through reluctantly parted lips. I wiggled, trying to get out of spanking range, but one strong hand pressed to my back stopped that. It was funny, but I’d never realized how strong Geoffrey was until he’d been wielding that strength against my all-too-malleable bottom.

“Please, stop,” I gasped as I blinked back tears. “I’ll apologize.”

“I’ll stop when I’m ready and not before,” he said without slowing in the bottom-burning swats he was delivering.

“But…I said I’d apologize,” I protested, not caring any longer that she was surely overhearing my tearful pleas.

“Yes, you did. And I’m going to punish you until I can be reasonably sure you’ll obey me in the future without having to be coerced by a bottom warming.”

“I won’t, I swear,” I groaned, but Geoffrey didn’t seem interested in hearing any more protests from me. He let his hand do the talking, and it told a tale I couldn’t ignore nor would it be soon forgotten. If the heat radiating from my cheeks was any indication, I wouldn’t be forgetting for the next day, at least.

On top of everything, I was quickly losing my battle to ward off the tears behind my tightly squeezed lids. As hard spank after hard spank fell, I was having more and more trouble keeping the moans and gaps to myself. It seemed like the harder I tried, the faster his hand landed against my bottom. It didn’t seem to matter that I still had both panties and yoga pants between me and his paddle of a hand—they were thin layers but protection, nonetheless. It felt like the fire of his hand had burned away those slight layers, rendering me naked and unprotected to all the pain his hand could inflict.

Soon, I was writhing over his lap with each swat. Though his hand kept me pinned down for the most part, I could wiggle a little bit, and I used that bit to my advantage, though it was more a distraction than anything else.

“Be still, Nicole,” he scolded, landing a particularly hard swat to my lower right cheek.

A loud gasp exploded from my lips. “Geoffrey, please!” I followed it up with begging. “Please, no more. I can’t take it.”

“Oh, you can take it,” he assured me with a cheerfulness in his voice that irritated me.

“Let me up!” I demanded, balling my hand into a fist and bringing it down on his leg. It couldn’t have hurt him, and yet, I regretted it the moment I did it. Probably because my yoga pants and panties were promptly yanked down and I had a sudden inkling that I was about to find out how much protection they’d truly afforded me.

I’d been truly apologetic the second I realized what I’d done—I’d never struck anyone, ever in my life and I felt horrified, not only by my actions but by the enormity of what I knew would be coming. Add that to the fact that I was probably being watched as I acted like a naughty toddler who didn’t want to go down for naptime and the circle of mortification was complete. My face had to be burning as brightly as my nether cheeks.

“You know better than that,” he scolded sharply, his hand bouncing from one cheek to the next.

I winced and cried out, realizing just how much more it hurt to be spanked on the bare. And to think, I had thought it couldn’t get any worse. Well, it just went to show you how much I knew.

“I know!” I yelped, grimacing as another hard-handed swat fell. “I’m sorry!” It came out sounding more like sor-ree, not that it moved him to leniency. Hard, punishing swats fell one after the other until I couldn’t stand it. With my bottom burning, I forgot the easily accessible target my bottom made for wandering eyes. I forgot to keep my voice down for the benefit of listening ears. Instead, sucking in a couple of shallow, rasping breaths, I burst into tears.

Not that that stayed Geoffrey’s hand. No, he continued to swat away at my poor battered backside even while I wept. The fire built until it had to delve deeper into my buttocks because there was nowhere else for it to go. I was a crying mess, so absorbed in the raging heat in my backside that I wasn’t even aware when the spanking stopped.

When my sobs subsided and I settled into a softer cry, Geoffrey pulled my panties back up and over my swollen cheeks. Then he did the same with my yoga pants. I sniffled at having the heat trapped, but I didn’t protest. By now, I knew better.

“Would you like to sit up?”

“Yes, s-sir,” I managed, wiping at my cheeks to try and rid them of tears.

Geoffrey helped me up, and though I tried to slide back to my own seat he held me firmly on his lap. “Do you feel better now?”

“I d-don’t think b-better is the right word.”

“I thought maybe you needed a good cry,” he said, smoothing my hair back.


“I’m not an insensitive asshole, Nicole. I know this is tough. I know it’s a lot to take in, and before the week is over there will be much more.”

“More than spankings?” I whimpered.

“Well, that part depends mostly on you,” he chuckled, bouncing me a little on his lap. “But I’d like to show you much, much more pleasant things.”

I surprised myself by burrowing into his embrace, similar to how I’d reacted last night. I liked the feeling of having him hold me. It was very therapeutic, as was the crying jag I’d just gotten off of. I felt warm and safe in this moment, despite my blistered rear and my tear-stained cheeks. And it didn’t hurt that his last comment had sent tingles skipping down my spine.

“Ashley is coming,” he murmured in my ear. “Show me that you know how to be a good girl.”

Those huskily whispered words made my belly tighten in a way that wasn’t at all unpleasant, and no matter how much I tried to tell myself that he shouldn’t make me feel this way, I could feel prickles of excitement running all up and down my arms.

When Ashley approached, I stiffened in his embrace. He only hugged me tighter.

“Mr. Peirce, Raul asked me to speak with you and see if it is all right to initiate takeoff?”

“Yes, we’re ready now, Ashley. Thank you for your patience.”

She turned to go and I had to reach for my courage, fast. “Um, Ashley. Please, don’t go.” As soon as she turned back around and her eyes were on me, words fled. I had to make do with stammering syllables. “I wanted to tell you… I mean… I’m sorry.” I bit down on my bottom lip, rolling it between my teeth. When she didn’t answer, I pressed on. “I mean, I’m sorry for the…” For the fact that you had to witness my ass-fat jiggling? It didn’t seem prudent to say so, even if it would have been truthful. “I’m sorry for the, ah, delay I caused this morning.”

“That’s quite all right. Thank you. I’ll go see Raul now.”

I breathed a sigh of relief as she scurried off to deliver the message. I felt Geoffrey squeeze my hand.

“That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”

“No, I guess not.”

“What did you think she’d do, berate you? Silly girl—that’s my job.”

He certainly seemed to think so, didn’t he? I couldn’t even call him arrogant or presumptuous, though—I was the one who’d signed the damn contract giving him every right. I still wasn’t sure if I’d been an idiot asking for that pen in the first place. My throbbing ass pointed towards yes, but if I could get through the next seven days despite the all-expense-paid trips over his lap, then I’d be a million dollars richer. As of this moment, the jury was still out.

“I was still sore from last night,” I grumbled.

“Good. I intend to keep you sore for the entire week. Consider it your souvenir.”

“That doesn’t seem fair,” I admonished.

“I didn’t say it would be from punishment spankings, now did I? Besides, I want you to be sore so that you’ll always be thinking of me, even if I have to leave you for a minute.”

I didn’t comment, but only because I didn’t trust my voice not to betray me. There had to be something weird about the fact that the way he seemed to want to possess me turned me on. Until I figured out why I was acting like this around him, I didn’t want to risk giving myself away and giving him more power than he already had in the process.

“We’ll be there in about an hour,” Geoffrey said, lifting my hand to his lips. He pressed his lips to it in a kiss and then sniffed in an exaggerated manner.

I furrowed my brow, looking at him questioningly.

He met my stare, his eyes knowing. Somehow, even though I didn’t know why, he had me squirming in my seat. “It’s been some time since we’ve made love,” he said, his voice low enough for my ears only.

My belly tightened at the words. Oh, it had been. Too long, I couldn’t help but think. If the bulge I felt against my thigh was any indication, he felt the same way. He couldn’t be thinking that we’d do it right here, could he? Join the infamous mile-high club while his staff was in the cockpit? Was there some sort of signal—the proverbial sock on the door—that he sent them to let them know not to come back until we were through? My mouth was dry at the thought, but only one thing would cure my thirst.

“Tell me, what do you do to sate your hunger, Nicole?”

His question jarred me back to reality, though my pulse only quickened with a nervous hunch. “I… I’m sorry?”

“Do you not understand my question?”

Wordlessly, I shook my head, although I was pretty sure I knew what he was getting at. Still, I needed to hear him say it.

“I’m sure you get aroused,” he said calmly, as though this was the most natural thing in the world to be discussing. “And knowing that we aren’t intimate, it makes me curious how you satisfy that arousal?”

Oh, God. My face was flaming, a clear giveaway—my own personal dual flares to signal my guilt.

“And I trust that I don’t need to remind you that you’ve promised to be honest with me,” he added in silken tones.

No, he didn’t have to remind me. I remembered all too well because otherwise I would have had half a dozen lies rolling off my tongue. I was a truthful person by nature, but this… this was deeply, deeply private. It was information no one should ever have to share, which was why, I was sure, that he was insisting I did.

“Do you masturbate, Nicole?”

I ducked my head to avoid his gaze and closed my eyes as an added preventative measure. I couldn’t look at him right now, not if I were about to admit to… to that. “I… sometimes… I mean, yes… sometimes.” I was so embarrassed I felt like I was going to cry all over again.

“I see. Do you think it’s okay to pleasure yourself without your master’s permission?”

My eyes flew to his face before I could think better of it. Outside of his reading the contract, this was the first time he’d ever referred to himself as my master. I expected to feel appalled, but instead I felt turned on. Oh, God. He wasn’t making this easy. I squirmed in my seat and dropped my eyes once more.

“I asked you a question, Nicole.”

The stern, expectant tone made me shiver. “N-no, sir. I… I don’t think it’s… N-no, sir.”

“Good girl,” he purred, stroking my hair. “Now, for the next seven days, you are mine. Is that understood? Your body is not your own.”

I should have felt offended, at the very least, but I felt strangely swoony. “Y-yes, sir. I understand.”

“Good. And if I find out that you’ve had an orgasm without my say-so, you will be punished. Are we clear on that point, as well?”

“Oh, yes, sir.”

“Very good. Now, over my lap.”

My eyes widened in surprise, but I didn’t protest. I knew it wouldn’t do any good. I was barely over his lap for ten seconds when the pants and panties were whisked down as one. I winced at the feeling of the fabric sliding down my swollen cheeks, but I didn’t have long to think about that. Soon, his hand was clapping against my sore ass once more. But this time, the swats were slow and somehow sensual, making the ache in my orbs travel down to my pussy in an entirely different kind of hurt.

After a few minutes of that—I actually didn’t want it to stop—he let me up. He was grinning unabashedly. “You see? I told you there are many different kinds of spankings. Now, if I find out you’ve been masturbating again, or you come without my permission, you’ll find out about another.”

Another kind of spanking? How many could there be?

“Your hand, please.”

I held it out, already wincing as I waited for him to smack my naughty, horny fingers. Instead, much to my surprise, he leaned over and sucked my fingers into his mouth. With a devilish look in his eye, he looked right at me as he licked them clean.

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