Bound by the Texas Billionaire (BBW Erotica) (Billionaire BDSM) (Billionaire Domination) Page 4

  Logan’s burst of laughter astonished Macy. She wasn’t sure she’d ever heard him laugh. And if she had, certainly not like that.

  “He didn’t think that. In fact, quite the opposite.” Another flicker of some undecipherable emotion raced across his face.

  “The opposite?”

  He leaned back in his seat. “Yes. He offered to buy your services for the night.”

  For only one of the few times in her life, Macy Trent was rendered speechless.

  “It’s true. He offered me one hundred million yen.”

  “What!” Macy’s screech drew the attention of several nearby patrons.

  “Don’t worry, I said I wouldn’t take less than two hundred million.”

  Macy gasped. “Logan Quinn! How could you?”

  Of course he hadn’t. He’d told Osaka it would be a cold day in hell before another man became Macy’s dom.

  But that was something that she would never know. He took her arm and ushered her to the front of the restaurant. He motioned to the maître d’ to have his car brought around.

  “Where are we going?”

  “I’m taking you to a club.”

  Macy didn’t ask what kind of club. She knew. She bit her lip and Logan knew she didn’t want to go.

  “I want to show you my world, Macy.” Logan needed her to see the darkness in his soul. To see what he needed; what he desired. And then he needed her to run the hell away.

  *****

  They followed a tall blonde man down a long hallway. The whole atmosphere of the club was one of understated elegance. The carpet was plush, the walls covered in linen wallpaper embossed with what Macy certainly hoped was fake gold, although it looked like the real thing. After several minutes of walking, their host opened the door to a dimly lit room containing a large leather couch, two straight-backed chairs, a table, and a matching ottoman. It looked like someone’s living room.

  The blond man turned, bowing slightly. “I’ll leave you here Mr. Quinn. If you need anything,” he threw Macy a killer smile as he spoke, “or anyone to help you, please let me know.”

  After the door closed quietly behind him, she turned to Logan. “Did he just–”

  “Offer to help me satisfy you, Miss Trent? Yes, he did.” He motioned for her to take a seat on the couch before joining her. “I want to extend the contract.”

  Well, not exactly what she was expecting. “Well I don’t.”

  Logan quirked a brow. “We both know you’re willing, Miss Trent.”

  “I guess you think that because I let you kiss me in my hotel room.”

  His eyes locked with hers. “We both know that if I stroked your pussy right now I’d find you so wet and ready for me that my cock could slide into you in a single thrust.” He leaned closer to whisper, “And you got that way thinking about that one kiss.”

  Macy felt the heat rush to her cheeks. He was so smug. So arrogant.

  And so right.

  She hated that.

  “And this little experience is something you want to include?” She indicated their surroundings with a wave of her hand.

  “Yes.”

  Macy didn’t know what to say. If this was what Logan wanted, what he needed, could she let herself provide it for him? Faint shadows moved behind the tinted glass in front of them and she knew without having to be told what would be on the other side. A couple engaging in an erotic act—dominate and submissive. Somehow this seemed much different than what she’d participated in at his home. This seemed—impersonal.

  Feeling without emotion.

  Sex for the sake of an orgasm.

  Logan continued as if he’d already made the decision for both of them.

  “It’s who I am. And it’s who you could become. So easily,” he purred. “Look how far you’ve come already. Here you are, prim and proper Macy Trent, sitting in a bondage club, wearing a sexy black thong, ready to do anything I say.”

  He leaned back in against the soft leather with a masculine smirk of satisfaction on his mobile mouth.

  His self-assurance grated just a little.

  “Says who?”

  Yes, Macy had worn the dress–and the underwear–but not because he’d ordered her to. She’d worn it because she’d never worn anything like it before in her life. She’d worn it because that’s why she was with Logan–so she could do things she’d never done before.

  She’d worn it because she wanted to.

  “Go stand by the window, Miss Trent.”

  This time the authority in his voice made her tingle in all the familiar places. Damn, but she did like it when that husky timbre let her know exactly what he had on his mind. “Can they see us?”

  “No, but they know someone is watching them.”

  Macy stood and wiped her hands down the front of her dress. To say she was nervous was an understatement. The glass went all the way to the floor and exposed the entire room beyond.

  Logan dimmed the lights even more, and the scene crystalized before her. A woman was strapped into an apparatus that swung from the ceiling. She was face down, suspended in midair. Her eyes blindfolded. “Why aren’t they naked?”

  The woman wore a lacy bra and panty set and the man only a pair of blue jeans unbuttoned at the waist.

  Logan’s chuckle told her how naïve that had sounded. She was watching a woman receive a lashing and all she could think to ask was why the participants were still partially clothed.

  “I didn’t want you to be scared away completely on your first visit so I requested that the couple keep minimal clothing on.”

  “Oh.” He had arranged this particular show just for her? Did that mean he wanted to restrain her, whip her?

  Macy really didn’t want to watch, but somehow she found herself drawn to the scene. Like a car wreck that you couldn’t turn away from no matter how much you wanted to.

  The woman writhed, pulling against her restraints. Her low moans told Macy that she wasn’t trying to get away and actually seemed to be enjoying herself immensely. And if the bulge beneath the man’s blue jean fly was anything to go by, he was more than enjoying it.

  The whip in the man’s hand was no more than a handle with several thin lengths of leather attached. Every time he raised his hand, Macy wanted to close her eyes. The woman’s ass was cherry red but rather than crying out in pain, her pleas were for more.

  Logan moved behind her, his hands on her waist, so close that she could feel the heat of his body. For once she didn’t care that her waist didn’t indent as much as most women’s, all she cared about was Logan’s touch. She needed him to touch her.

  “He isn’t hurting her,” he whispered beside her ear, his warm breath making her shiver. “He’s giving her only what she’s capable of enjoying. They’re lovers, not strangers.”

  He drew back and Macy immediately felt chilled without him.

  “Put your hands on the glass,” he instructed softly.

  Macy found herself obeying, lost in the sensual fog created by the couple in front of her and her undeniable craving for the man behind her. When she felt his lips tracing light kisses across the nape of her neck, she couldn’t prevent the small groan that escaped her throat. He wasn’t touching her anywhere else and her body hummed with expectation.

  “Are you wet, Miss Trent?” His tongue traced the delicate arch of her neck. “Does the sight of these two expressing their sexual appetite for one another excite you?” He nibbled warm kisses along the curve of her shoulder. “I’d like to share that experience with you, Macy. To push you past the point of pain into the most intense pleasure you’ve ever known.” His hands settled once again on her waist. “Let me show you what pleasure can come from a tiny bit of pain.”

  His hands smoothed up over her ribcage to cup her aching breasts. The thin layer of satin provided little hindrance to his touch as he worked her bodice down to free her for his touch. Her breath caught as his fingers flicked over her nipples, hardening the tiny buds until they became almost painful.
She gasped as his fingers tightened, pulling on the puckered tips.

  “Shhh,” he commanded. “Enjoy the pain, Macy. Accept it.”

  He pulled the top of her dress farther down, letting the clingy fabric rest across her abdomen as he completely exposed her tender flesh to the cool air. Next he ran his hands across her belly and growled softly when she instinctively tried to suck it in. He continued his sensuous path down her hips, then retraced the movement, hitching her skirt up around her waist in the front.

  His fingers trailed along her inner thighs, idly tracing the tops of her silk stockings. Just when Macy was about to move his hand to where she needed it most, his touch shifted to the apex of her thighs, his warm hand covering her completely as he explored the wet satin thong with one long finger. Grunting his approval at her readiness, he pushed her thighs apart, spreading her legs for his leisurely exploration.

  Macy bit her lip, catching the frustrated groan before it could escape. The couple in the room before them had moved from spanking to oral sex and Macy shivered as she watched the man’s impressive member disappear between the woman’s welcoming lips. Remembering how she’d once done that for Logan had her arching against him, grinding her ass against the hard length of his dick as she silently begged him to take her. Just like this. Fully clothed. Watching another couple.

  What had she become?

  “Logan?”

  Pushing his finger beneath the almost non-existent barrier of her panties he found her clit, rubbing the swollen nub rhythmically. “You’re so wet, baby,” he whispered, as he slid his finger slowly along the lips of her pussy. “So. Very. Wet.”

  Macy bit her lip to keep from screaming as he plunged his finger inside her. His other hand cupped her breast, pinching her nipple painfully. She closed her eyes to better absorb the myriad sensations rioting through her.

  “No, Macy.” Logan’s rough order had her opening her eyes. “Watch them.”

  The man was using the whip again as the woman continued to suck him. The leather strips flayed across her lower back, the tips landing stinging blows across both buttock cheeks.

  “See how she raises her hips in anticipation? Would you like that Macy?” He inserted another finger into her dripping pussy. “Do you want me to suspend you in a harness and lash your luscious ass with a leather whip while you suck me dry?”

  Macy whimpered at the erotic images, both visual and mental.

  “Hmm? Is that what you want, baby?”

  Macy could barely think. Did she want to be the woman on the receiving end of the whip? She could see the very noticeable red marks where the leather had bitten into the woman’s tanned flesh.

  Macy panted as he moved his fingers faster, pulling them almost completely out before plunging inside her again and again. The pleasure was unbearable yet she never wanted it to stop. Whatever he wanted to do to her, he could. As long as he could deliver the mind-blowing ecstasy she’d found with him.

  “You keep threatening that punishment, Mr. Quinn,” she panted, pushing down against his hand. “Which makes me wonder if you really know how to use that particular piece of equipment correctly or if you’re all talk.”

  “I can use a lot of toys, sweetheart,” he growled, thrusting a third finger into her hot cavern. Grinding his cock against her ass, he whispered, “Do you need a reminder on whether I know how to use this particular piece of equipment?” His thumb pressed against her clit and Macy shuddered. She knew she on the verge of exploding. She wanted him inside of her, taking her fast and hard as they watched the couple before them reach their own climax.

  “Come for me, Macy.” As if her body had been waiting for his command, Macy felt herself clench around his fingers. His other hand moved from her breast to tangle in her hair, destroying the carefully upswept style as he tugged her face around to his, capturing her lips in a rough, almost clumsy kiss. But Macy didn’t care. He was kissing her. Sharing her pleasure. This wasn’t just about his control over her and her body.

  He stayed with her, pleasuring her until her body sagged against him in completion. He held her as though he never wanted to let her go and Macy fervently hoped that he wouldn’t.

  “I’m sending you home in the morning.”

  So much for hope.

  “Okay.” She wasn’t going to argue. What would be the point? Besides, she wasn’t quite able to form any coherent words just yet. She could still feel the aftershocks of her orgasm rolling through her very satisfied pussy.

  “And you will sign another contract.”

  “I’ll think about it.”

  *****

  “Sign the damn contract, Macy.”

  “No.” She pushed the papers away and silently smirked as he said her name. He rarely addressed her as Macy in the office. She had the satisfaction of knowing that when he did, she’d made him lose some of his famous control.

  He’d returned yesterday from Japan, the deal signed, sealed and delivered after another week of intense negotiations. A week in which Macy had come to doubt he’d meant what he said. He hadn’t called, just sent impersonal e-mails whenever he needed something done.

  His attorney had shown up a half hour ago with the new dom/sub contract in hand. It listed hard limits and soft limits, rewards and punishments. Compensation and expectations. Her eyes widened at some of the sexual exploits that were included. She was pretty sure some were just down right impossible given her size and lack of athletic ability.

  Perhaps they had been in the original one she had refused to sign, but she didn’t think so. She thought this was his way of stripping away any hint of emotion in their relationship.

  This time he’d included a trust which would give Allyson an allowance while she attended medical school, not to mention the lump sum payment Macy would receive at the end of their month together. If she invested it correctly, she’d never have to work another day in her life. Which was great, considering she’d no longer have a job with Quinn Enterprises at the end of the month. On the upside, it appeared that he thought it would take him at least a whole month to satisfy his itch.

  Macy had decided on her long plane ride back–alone–that she was going to show Logan Quinn just what it was like having sex with a woman who truly wanted him. All of him. Not just the controlled façade he presented to the world.

  “What if I don’t agree with some of the, umm, conditions?”

  The two stared at each other, neither willing to give an inch. After a moment the other person in the room cleared his throat. “Perhaps I should come back later, Mr. Quinn. After you and Ms. Trent have discussed the particulars in private.”

  “There’s no need for that, Henry.” Logan rose to his feet and walked toward Macy. She tried to keep her glance steady. She could not let this man see how much he affected her just by breathing.

  “Come.” He held out his hand and she hesitated briefly before taking it. What was he going to do? Spank her in front of his attorney? While the thought of him spanking her did turn her on, the idea of him doing so in front of anyone was not acceptable.

  But she took his hand anyway. She’d thought this through again last night. All night long. She was tired of being afraid, tired of not going after what she wanted in life. If Logan Quinn wanted her–if only for a month or even another weekend, she was going to jump in with both eyes wide open. She did not want to sign the contract, however. She wanted him to jump in just for the hell of it.

  He ushered her to the other side of the room. Out of hearing distance but not out of view of his attorney. “You’re going to sign this contract, Miss Trent.”

  “Because you’re ordering me to sign it?” She tilted her head back in defiance. “You need the contract, not me. You’re the one who needs control. Not me. I’m fine. Women take chances every time they make love with a man. Can’t you take that same chance? Oh, wait, you don’t make love, you have sex with women.”

  He didn’t respond to her verbal tirade. “You will sign this contract, Miss Trent.”


  “No, I won’t.” She shrugged. “Why should I?”

  Logan smiled. She’d seen that smile one too many times not to know what it meant. He knew he was about to close the deal. He bent to whisper in her ear, licking the underside of her jaw as he spoke. “Don’t make me prove how wet you are. How much you want me inside you, stretching you, stroking you. Don’t make me prove how much you want me. Crave me.”

  “Okay, okay.” Macy couldn’t take any more. Imagining the feel of him inside her had done more than soak her panties. It’d brought her to the brink of orgasm.

  She had no doubt whatsoever that he’d yank her skirt up and test the state of her readiness in front of the attorney. She walked back to his desk and took the solid silver pen from his desk set–he hated it when she did that. Logan pushed the blue cover toward her, his eyes filled with hot promises she couldn’t wait for him to fulfill.

  If the piece of paper gave him a feeling of security, then she’d sign it. She smiled. Was the contract Logan’s insurance policy, much like an engagement ring was to a woman? A promise? A commitment? It didn’t mean she had to take the money at the end of their time together. She knew she wouldn’t. Nor did it mean she’d be performing all the sexual acts described. She blushed thinking about the secretary who had typed this. Maybe she needed to get a job with Henry Stewart after all this was over. Working for him would certainly never be dull.

  The attorney took the signed contract and placed it in his briefcase. No doubt Logan was afraid to leave it in his office, in case she decided to put a match to it. He snapped his briefcase closed, the sound loud in the quiet room. “Please call if you require my assistance again at any time, Mr. Quinn.”

  “Will you come to my assistance, Mr. Stewart?” Macy drawled sweetly.

  “I, umm.” He looked from her to Logan, swallowing hard at the thunderous express on Logan’s face.

  Macy laughed. “Don’t panic. I just wanted to know if I could call on you for bail money when I’m arrested for murdering your boss.”

  It took all of Mr. Stewart’s years of experience not to grin. He wondered if his client really knew the woman beside him. After meeting Macy Trent in person, he’d silently withdrawn all his objections to the conditions Logan had included. Even those concerning Logan’s insistence that the medical scholarship for Ms. Trent’s younger sister be administered by the college. The woman had no intention of taking any of the money. He’d done several of these same types of contracts for Mr. Quinn over the years. Those other women had been eager—too eager to sign. They wanted the payout. Macy Trent was nothing like them. He’d stake his reputation on that.