Bared by the Billionaire by Kallista Dane

dismiss you.”
    His eyes bore into hers then, dark and intense. “You’re free to go for now. Sam will show you around the penthouse. I’ve arranged for dinner to be brought to your suite early this evening. After that, you will dress in the outfit you’ll find set out for you and present yourself at the door to my lab promptly at eight p.m. for our next session.”

Chapter Seven
     
     
    Kyra looked at her watch for the hundredth time. It still said 7:45. The hands were moving so slowly she swore it was broken. She checked the clock on the DVD player in the sitting room. Yep. 7:45.
    She sighed. This day was dragging on worse than the day before Christmas when she was a little girl. She always spent the day with her grandmother, who came to stay with them during the holidays. Grandma would bake all day long, fancy cookies and cakes and the traditional pastry rolled up with a filling of ground nuts and honey, treats they’d only have once a year. Kyra was her helper, spreading frosting on the cookies, dusting powdered sugar on stacks of snowflake-shaped rosettes while they were still hot from the fryer.
    Grandma always told Kyra that if she sneaked even one bite ahead of time, she wouldn’t be able to see the Christmas star when it appeared in the heavens that night. Of course, after being tempted all day she never could resist popping some treat into her mouth while Grandma’s back was turned, so she never saw the star. It wasn’t till years later that Kyra realized that sweet old lady had been manipulating her all along with her promise of Christmas magic, making sure she didn’t make too big a dent in the dessert tray.
    Harmon was manipulating her too, making her wait all day like this. But the thought of the kind of treats he’d have in store for her had her already damp with arousal despite her anxiety. Would he allow her to come this time? She desperately hoped so. The need had been building inside her as the hours slowly ticked by. She checked again in the mirror, making sure the seams on her black stockings were arrow-straight. She was wearing another black garter belt, this one an old-fashioned style, more like a girdle really. It cinched in her waist and came down low in front, ending just above the line of curls Harmon had told her would be removed, leaving her pussy exposed. He’d chosen a bra with full-sized cups this time. But it had circles cut in it so her bare nipples stuck out, framed by black lace all around.
    She wore a white crinoline half-slip, a garment she’d only seen in old movies. It was stiff and unyielding, making a wide circle around her body. Over it all, she had on a sleeveless red dress with a tight waist and a full skirt that flared out from the slip underneath and swirled around her calves with every step she took. Full black pumps with just her toes peeking out completed the outfit. Per instructions, her hair was parted on one side and pinned back with a barrette. She felt like the virginal starlet in a 1940s movie, ready to sneak out on her first date with the bad boy her parents had forbidden her to see.
    Sam had shown her all around the top floor earlier in the day, making sure she knew where the lab was located. She visited the gym and was formally introduced to Riley and Marcus, the final members of Harmon’s inner circle. Marcus offered her his services as a personal trainer. He was bald and black, with muscles like an NFL linebacker. Kyra thanked him, but decided privately that what he’d set up as a basic workout would probably kill her long before she got into shape. Riley turned out to be the humorless security guard who had escorted her here from the lobby the first time. Was it only the day before yesterday? It seemed like a lifetime ago.
    She met Carmen in the kitchen, where wonderful smells filled the big bright room. Harmon’s housekeeper was the exact opposite of what Kyra had been picturing. Short and plump and motherly, she had streaks of gray in her dark