Bound by the Texas Billionaire (BBW Erotica) (Billionaire BDSM) (Billionaire Domination) Page 6

  “You respond so beautifully.” He took her other breast, massaging her roughly before plucking at the centers with his fingers.

  “Just so we are one hundred percent clear with each other, you realize this month will be different, don’t you?” Logan paused, waiting for her answer. His look was so intense she shivered.

  “Yes.” She knew he would not go easy on her this time. Tonight, tomorrow, whenever he decided, they would engage in hardcore sex. Domination. Submission. Pain. Pleasure.

  Love.

  Even if he didn’t realize it yet, their time together would be filled with love. She was going to wrap him up in it, whether he recognized it or not. That would be her gift to him.

  “Do you remember your safe word, Macy?”

  Right. Like she’d ever forget it or why she’d thought of it in the first place. Licking his dick like it was her very own lollipop. She nodded her head, afraid to trust her voice. She was more nervous this time than the last. She didn’t want him to know that since only she would understand the reason why. If she told him she loved him, he would send her away. Even though they had been as intimate as two people could get, physically, Macy wanted to establish an intimacy between them on a very different level. Logan would freak if he knew what she was thinking. Any deviation from the contract would play havoc with his precious control.

  Macy wanted to make him lose that control. He had told her that first weekend he wanted to teach her about herself. He had. She’d trusted him to catch her when she fell. Now she wanted to teach him that same kind of trust. She wanted to show him the power of learning to love.

  He took her hand and placed it over the rigid outline of his cock. “I want you, Miss Trent. Let yourself go.”

  I will if you will.

  Why did women, of any size, doubt their ability to attract a man even when they had the hard proof in the palm of their hand?

  She squeaked as a firm hand landed on her backside. “Pay attention, Miss Trent.”

  It took everything she had not to giggle. He sounded annoyed. “Yes, sir.”

  She gave him a sultry look. Time to throw him off his game. “I have your present in me.”

  His eyes narrowed. “Where?”

  She smiled. The contract she had signed in his office had an ending date of one month. She had thirty days to convince Logan Quinn he needed her in his life. “That’s something you’ll have to discover on your own.”

  “And how do you suggest I perform this search?”

  “I’m not picky. You can use your tongue,” she trailed a finger down his strong jaw. “Your finger,” her light touch skidded down his arm. “Your dick,” her hand closed once again around his rigid shaft.

  “Into the bedroom,” he growled.

  He put his hand on the small of her back, guiding her down the hallway as casually as if he were leading her to a table in a restaurant. She felt the steel balls rubbing inside her and hoped he hurried. Finally he would touch her. Take out the freaking things and replace them with his long, hard cock.

  “Undress me.” He didn’t take a seat on the bed or the straight-backed chair on the other side of the room. He stood in the middle of the room, waiting. Waiting for her to obey. Something she was more than happy to do.

  Macy knelt before him, unlacing one of his leather shoes. When she placed her hand behind his calf, he stepped out of it. She repeated the procedure with the other foot and removed his socks.

  “Are the balls moving inside you, Miss Trent?”

  His question was as casual as if he were inquiring about the weather.

  “Did you put them in your sweet little pussy? Is that where you want my cock?”

  He smiled as her hand faltered on the buttons of his shirt. She’d already undone his tie. She pulled the shirt from his pants and completed her task without answering. It joined the tie on the chair.

  Next, she reached for his belt, cursing the tremble in her hands. Discarding it quickly, she undid the fastener of his dress slacks, lowering the zipper slowly. She pushed the pants off his hips and down his long, muscular legs. She made sure her breath fanned across his thighs as she removed them. She gasped as she looked at him. His dick was so hard and long it rose above the waistband of his underwear, the head a dark purplish color as if over-engorged with blood.

  “Finish the job, Macy.”

  His dick sprung free when she removed the restricting fabric of his briefs.

  She wanted to take him in her mouth. There was something erotically decadent about kneeling before him fully clothed while he was nude. The control should have been in her hands, he should have been the one feeling vulnerable. But the size of his erection told her he was not intimidated in the least.

  “Now it’s your turn.” She expected him to order her to strip and was surprised when he pushed her jacket from her shoulders.

  He undressed her slowly from top to bottom. First her shirt, then her skirt, his hands steady and sure. Only the tightening of his expression told her that he was as aroused as she. Well, that and the fact that he had a massive hard-on.

  Finally, she stood before him in nothing but her bra, thong, hose and shoes. Thankfully she’d worn a half-way decent bra today. As soon as she could get away, she was going to go shopping for something a lot more appropriate to the, er, situation.

  His eyes roamed over her and she struggled to breathe.

  “Hands above your head.”

  She did as she was told, feeling the rush of power it gave her to please him. He walked behind her and placed his hands on top of hers, gently stroking his hands down her arms, then up again, caressing the flesh underneath. Her big girl flesh. She took a deep breath and forced the thought away.

  “The first rule you are going to learn to obey is allowing my touch without flinching.” His hands spread over her stomach. “It is my right to touch you, Macy. Anywhere, everywhere. Everything about you is beautiful. From the top of your pretty head to the tips of those ten perfect toes.”

  He moved his hands to cup her breasts through the silky material of her bra. “As pretty as this is against your skin, it’s getting in my way.” He undid the front clasp freeing her breasts. They sprung forward, the tips already hard with wanting.

  He moved around to stand in front of her, his body brushing hers from chest to thigh. Bending his head, he ran his tongue along her collarbone then down between the deep valley of her breasts. He didn’t stop there, but followed the natural curve of her body from her stomach to her hip, placing wet, lingering kisses along the way. He traced the seam of her inner thighs as if he were going to spread her legs and lick her throbbing clit.

  “Yes, Logan,” she breathed huskily wanting to feel his tongue on her aching flesh. She was wound so tightly she knew it would only take a stroke or two to set her off.

  But he was only teasing. He rose back up to his full height. “I’m not quite sure which part of your body I’m going to enjoy most,” he mused as he played languidly with her nipples. They needed very little encouragement to tighten into even harder points. “We’ll need to go shopping.”

  Macy stiffened and almost dropped her arms. “I am not going back to that place.”

  They both knew she was talking about Pampered Elegance, the lingerie shop ran by his ex-lover.

  He pinched her nipples hard. “Enough. You will if I say you will.” His fingers stroked gently across her nipples, alleviating the pain he’d inflicted. “But no, Miss Trent, I wasn’t talking about lingerie or even clothing. We’ll need to go shopping for some new toys.”

  “Toys?”

  “I always buy new toys when I change subs.” He continued to pinch and squeeze her nipples. “I can see these clamped between two pieces of gold. You’re warm, Miss Trent. Gold will suit you perfectly.”

  A full body shiver went through Macy at the mention of nipple clamps. The firm touch of his fingers was enough to nearly drive her out of her mind. She could only image the pressure the cold clamps would create. Then he was touc
hing her where she needed it most, between her legs. He found her clit and pinched it. “Will you wear a ring here for me, Macy?”

  It wasn’t a question she had been expecting, but she would have agreed to anything as long as he kept moving his finger. As long as he made her explode.

  He stepped away from her and said, “Go place your hands on the wall.”

  She removed her bra completely and did as he said without any hesitation, arching her back and presenting her backside to him. There was a small ripping sound and she knew he was donning protection. He moved behind her, placing his hands on her hips. He pushed his cock between her legs, dragging his dick across the lips of her vagina. Teasing her.

  “Lean forward, baby.” His warm palm covered the small of her back, urging obedience. “Where are the balls, Macy?” His hand traveled down over the contours of her round ass. “In your sweet pussy?”

  Macy nodded, unable to answer audibly. He pressed his fingers inside her from behind, quickly removing the objects in a manner that told Macy he’d done this before. With one swift thrust he was inside of her, filling her, and that was all it took to make her come.

  “That’s it, baby,” his voice was raspy against her ear. “Milk me with that delicious cunt of yours.” He thrust inside of her only twice more before he was falling with her over the edge. They had been starved for each other, too hungry for release to wait any longer.

  *****

  The next few days were Macy’s worst nightmare and her greatest dream. Logan coaxed her, prodded her, and maneuvered her into so many wild and varied positions she felt like a human pretzel some nights. But she tried them all–once. Which was all he ever asked. If they did something that made her uncomfortable, he stopped. All without her using her safe word. Logan had been correct when he commented on the couple’s performance in the Japanese club, the dominant had given his submissive exactly what she needed.

  Logan was doing the same for Macy. He pushed her past her comfort zone and opened up a whole new world to her. Although they both quickly discovered she would never make a true submissive, she was willing to please him. She prayed he realized that she would never engage in such behavior with anyone else. And that somewhere deep down, he’d realize that she did it for him because she loved him.

  But she was discovering things about herself she had never known as well. Logan had truly freed the assertive woman inside her. He’d also given her confidence in her appearance. She no longer cringed inside when his hand roamed over her valleys and curves. Her body was perfect and every inch of it deserved the same careful attention from her lover’s hand.

  He still hadn’t suggested putting her in a harness again. She hoped that had just been an idle threat but she wasn’t certain. She had not been inside the room she’d imagined holding all sorts of wild and exotic sex things.

  She spent every night in his bed but had not moved in with him. She had no expectation of doing so either. Their time together was limited. She had no reason to bring over any of her things since Logan had ordered a new wardrobe for her. New suits for the office, flirty dresses, shoes, casual clothing. Lingerie. Everything she needed for the next thirty days. Which in a way was very comforting to Macy. She could leave it all there when she left. No physical reminders of their time together.

  A clean break.

  And she still worked for him. The only thing that had changed about their office dynamics was the ride in together in the mornings and then home again in the evenings.

  Home. If only.

  Whereas before, Logan was usually the first to arrive and the last to leave, when it was time for Macy to go home, he went home with her. Granted, he took his work home, and made numerous phone calls throughout the evening, but he was there with her. Seemingly enjoying her presence while giving her wicked commands as he conducted business from the comfort of his apartment.

  Today she needed to leave early and go shopping for her great-grandmother’s birthday present. She still didn’t know how she was going to break the news to him that she would be gone all day Saturday. Her grandmother was turning ninety and the family had been planning the event for months. Aunts, cousins, and uncles from all over the country were coming to see her.

  Logan had foiled her plans to slip away early when he’d cancelled his last appointment of day and stayed to work in his office. Now she’d have to ask to leave early. Something she rarely did.

  But what good did it do to sleep with the boss if you couldn’t ask for a few perks along the way? Maybe he’d make her pay for asking for time off. She could only hope. Walking over to the outer office door she turned the lock. The stores stayed open late.

  “Come in.” His deep voice gave her permission to enter his inner sanctum.

  He sat behind his desk, the cuffs of his shirt turned up to reveal strong forearms with a smattering of dark hair. The Rolex on his left wrist was the only item of jewelry she’d ever seen him wear. She wondered what he’d look like with a diamond stud in one ear. Sexier, if that were possible.

  “Is there something I can help you with Miss Trent?”

  Please Dear Lord, she prayed, don’t let this month go by too fast.

  “I was wondering if I could leave early today.”

  He looked up from the report he was reading, one dark brow quirked.

  “Sir.”

  He put down his pen and gave her his full attention. “Are you trying to take advantage of our contract, Miss Trent?”

  Was the man a damn mind reader?

  “I never ask for time off sir. I was hoping you would make an exception just this one time.”

  “I remember a day not so long ago that you took it upon yourself to take off several hours and arrived at your office quite late.”

  Drat. The man had a mind like a steel trap.

  “That won’t happen again, sir.” There would be no opportunity. Once the month was over, her employment would end. She was staking her entire career—not to mention her heart—on the hope that her love for Logan would penetrate the barriers he’d had in place for so long, and the possibility that he might love her too.

  Risky.

  But a risk she had to take. Better to know one way or the other than to always wonder.

  “Don’t you have a date tonight, Miss Trent?”

  “I do, sir, but not until later. I believe the gentleman is taking me out for a late dinner.”

  “Make sure you eat something before then,” he ordered.

  Right, Macy thought so the dresses you bought me will be even tighter. Madame Treymane had sent over her new clothing, including matching accessories, which alone cost more than her car—and it had been new! They’d had an argument which ended with her over his knee and all the clothes put away nice and neat. What Logan hadn’t realized was Macy was never going to remove any of the tags and had enjoyed the spanking probably more than he had. Although the way he’d taken her afterwards…

  “All fun and games aside, Macy, why do you need to leave early?”

  “I need to go shopping for a present for my great-grandmother’s birthday.”

  “Ahh, yes, Alessandra Tartaglia, soon to be ninety-years old. A woman of that age deserves a large celebration don’t you think, Miss Trent?”

  Crap. He knew about the party. How the hell did he know?

  “Yes, I most certainly do.”

  “Am I invited to the party, Miss Trent?”

  Macy sucked in a deep breath. What did she say? She’d never planned on asking him, hoping she could just slip away for a couple of hours and he’d never know. Her family was loud, boisterous, and big. He’d be uncomfortable as hell, but could they break through some of his icy control? Or would they send him scurrying back into his thick shell? Only one way to find out.

  “Mr. Quinn would you like to go to my Grandma Tartaglia’s birthday party this weekend?”

  “It’s about time, Miss Trent,” he nodded approvingly. “We’ll go shopping before dinner. Now have a seat while I finish.”


  Logan smiled at how easily Macy had been caught in her own little trap. He’d been wondering how she was going to tell him she’d be unavailable for the weekend. He hadn’t expected her to ask to leave early today. His heart had stopped for just a moment when he imaged her leaving to meet another man.

  Another sign his fanatical control was fracturing. The primary splinters had appeared in those first passionate days. Their mating and been raw and wild. He’d done things that he hadn’t done since he’d first embraced the Dom lifestyle. He’d pushed her to her limits in an attempt to make her the perfect submissive. But she’d pushed back. And he’d allowed it. Oh, she hadn’t used her safe word. She hadn’t needed to. No, she’d used those soft doe-like eyes of hers and he’d caved every time. Her emotions were right there on the surface, easy to read. All but a few anyway. Like the intense expression in her deep chocolate eyes when she thought he wasn’t looking.

  He wasn’t ready to delve into those emotions.

  Without looking up he spoke. “Sit on the edge of the chair and spread your legs.”

  His senses were attuned to her every movement and he knew when she had obeyed his command. “Now unbutton your blouse and raise your skirt.”

  The rustle of clothing told him she was obeying.

  “What color are your panties today, Miss Trent?”

  She laughed and he let her inappropriate behavior pass without a reprimand because he loved that sound. She did it quite often when something delighted her or embarrassed her. He gave her a quick glance and was pleased to discover she was enjoying herself.

  “This sounds like an obscene phone call, Mr. Quinn.”

  He pursed his lips to keep from smiling. “The color, Miss Trent.”

  “Blue.”

  His third favorite color on her. Black, green, then blue. Each one highlighted her Italian ancestry, making her olive toned skin appear even more vibrant. She was wearing one of the new outfits he had brought her along with silky hose and high heels. Funny, he could still remember his first night with her and those practical little pumps she’d worn.