Bought By The Texas Billionaire (BBW Erotica) (Billionaire Domination)

by Richards, Lynn

  “You said if I didn’t go through with this you’d fire me.”

  “No, I asked if you’d be willing to test me.”

  “So you won’t fire me if I leave?”

  Logan pressed his lips together. If he opened his mouth too quickly he knew he’d beg her to stay and let him love her as he’d thought about doing for so long. Her softly whispered yes when she’d agreed to his proposition had gone straight to his cock. He’d fantasized about having her at his complete and utter mercy for the past several weeks. Well, for months actually. Even before he’d ended his last ‘arrangement’. He’d been drawn to his plump little secretary since the first day Human Resources had sent her as a substitute when his secretary had called in sick with a particularly nasty case of stomach flu.

  That had been the best week of his life. One in which he’d quickly decided to move his former secretary into a better paying job in the company and keep Macy as his full time assistant.

  Now every day he came to work eager to see what atrocious suit she’d be wearing to hide her delectable body. Whoever told her that the dark, baggy skirts and jackets she favored were appropriate office attire had apparently never seen her in them.

  But they did give him some very good mental imagery for jerking off. The first and foremost being ordering her to strip out of the ugly garments.

  “Why pay me?”

  “Because this is a business deal. I’m paying you for your services.” Great, Logan thought to himself, regretting his choice of words instantly. You’ve just basically called her a hooker. Even though he’d made this same arrangement with several other women in the past, he’d never felt like he was insulting them with the offer. He did with Macy.

  “I agree with your terms, but I want you to know I’ve already paid half of the tuition.”

  His lips tightened in anger. If she’d already paid that amount of money it meant she’d been making personal sacrifices for months.

  “Very well. The money will be transferred to your bank account at eight o’clock Monday morning.” He neither agreed nor disagreed about the amount. She didn’t need to know exactly how much he planned on paying her until their time together was over.

  “Now to the next item. Would you care to see my certificate of health? I assure you I always use precautions.”

  Her pretty blush flooded her face again. “No, that’s okay. I, umm, I don’t have one.”

  “Yes, you do. I took the liberty of ordering the doctor to perform the appropriate tests the last time you had your insurance physical.”

  “Why, that’s…that’s an invasion of privacy.”

  Logan sat back down and smiled. She was more indignant about this than the fact he’d offered her eight thousand dollars for the use of her body for the next two days. “I plan to invade more than your privacy, Miss Trent.” He smiled at her shocked expression. “Now, one last thing. Are you on birth control?”

  “I am, Mr. Quinn, but why didn’t you just ask the damn doctor?”

  “Now, now, Miss Trent, asking about your preference for birth control really would have been an invasion of privacy.” Damn, it was going to be fun to make her obey his every command.

  “Will I need a safe word?”

  Shit. He’d forgotten one of the most basic rules of his lifestyle. But this was not going to be the typical dom/sum relationship even though he fully intended to make her submit to his will. Her sexual pleasure would stem from her desire to submit herself for his sexual pleasure. As for his role, he was going to concentrate on discovering everything that made Macy Trent wet. Even though most wouldn’t admit it, women enjoyed having control taken away from them in the bedroom. Little did they know they held all the control. A man would beg, borrow or steal to be with the woman he wanted.

  Or commit blackmail.

  He walked to the sofa and sat down beside her, his big body swiveled so that he faced her. “You won’t need a safe word. Tonight will be slow and easy. What I do will bring pleasure to both of us. I promise.”

  “Does that mean I’ll need one tomorrow?”

  Logan laughed. The woman did need to be disciplined. That mouth of hers was going to get her in trouble one day. “Let’s let tomorrow take care of itself.

  Macy’s entire body trembled. She needed her job at Quinn Enterprises. Her family depended upon the financial support she gave her sister. It wasn’t much, but it made a difference in everyone’s lives. Plus, if she lost this job, she’d lose her apartment and ultimately her independence. Which was what she was losing now if she agreed to be his submissive. But it was only for the next two days.

  He leaned forward and tapped her on her nose to gain her attention. He was so close she could see the dark rings outlining his irises. His pupils were so dilated they formed a circle of solid grey.

  “You are over thinking this.” His arms hung casually between his legs, his posture relaxed and assured. “Your job is in no danger. If you find it uncomfortable to be around me after this weekend, I’ll find you another spot in the company. Same as I did for Ms. Allen.”

  “What?”

  He held up one hand. “Before you ask, no, I didn’t have sex with her. Any kind of sex. I keep my personal relationships separate from my business ones.”

  She wanted to point out the incorrectness of his statement. They both knew he would cross that line tonight.

  As if reading her thoughts, he continued. “You are the exception, Miss Trent. I fear you are going to be an exception to every rule I’ve ever made.”

  With those enigmatic words, he rose, extending his hand to her. “Come, I want to see what you’re hiding behind those baggy clothes.”

  Hesitating only slightly, she put her trembling hand in his.

  Macy didn’t know if she should be horrified or thrilled. Both emotions were running rampant through her now. Her extremely attractive, but emotionally unattached, boss had just bought and paid for her. Deep down she knew why she’d agreed to his proposition and it had nothing to do with the threat to her job or the promise he’d just made to pay her sister’s tuition. Macy had agreed because this man said he found her attractive. Logan Quinn, while ruthless, had always been honest in his business dealings. She would be the stupidest woman on earth if she let this opportunity pass her by.

  The one failed attempt in high school had soured her on the whole sexual experience and she’d never had sex since. Fumbling in bed with someone who knew nothing more about sex than she did was not her idea of a good time. The men who’d shown even a spark of interest in her had reminded her of that teenage boy. Inept. She wanted someone who knew what would bring her pleasure.

  She wanted a man to take control in the bedroom. To touch her and stroke her and yes, yes, yes, the moist place between her legs shouted, fuck her any way he wanted. More important as Logan had pointed out, she wanted to know that she made him want her.

  Logan strode down the hallway pulling her behind him. His apartment was huge. Her family’s whole house wouldn’t take up even half the space of his high rise apartment, much less her small one bedroom rental.

  The second door to the right stood open, wide enough for her to see the corner of a bed. Not the bed itself, but a reflection. Mirrors covered the closet’s sliding paneled doors. The room was just as he described, a king sized bed, a small reading area, and not much more.

  He let go of her hand and walked to the foot of the bed. The mattress dipped slightly under his weight as he sat. With one hand he unfastened the top button of his shirt and loosened his tie.

  With the other hand, he pointed to a spot directly in front of him. “Over here, Miss Trent.”

  She knew she wobbled as she walked across the plush carpet. Her heels weren’t high but the carpet was deep and her legs seemed to be made of rubber. She stopped about four feet from the bed.

  “There.” He motioned her to a spot closer to the end of the bed. “That was your first disobedience, Macy.”

  He twirled his finger around, indicating s
he should do the same. “Let me see.”

  A full body shiver overtook her. Somehow she just knew he’d be saying those words several times tonight and not just to order her to spin around for him. Once she’d completed a full circle he gave another soft command. “Now take off your jacket.”

  Macy slid the garment from her shoulders. The cheap rayon fell heedlessly to the floor. All of her clothes were permanent press and made of materials which lasted a long, long time. While they were serviceable, they were by no means glamorous or fashionable.

  Her breasts swelled as he looked at her speculatively through half closed eyes. She loved that look on him. When he sized up the competition or disciplined an employee he wore the same look of power and control. Well, not exactly the same. Now his face was slightly flushed and his lips had parted.

  Disciplined. The word brought forth so many images.

  “Now the skirt.”

  Macy’s skirt zipped at the side. The garment was more form fitting than the jacket, but still a couple of sizes too big. He was right; she did hide behind her clothes. Tight clothes revealed every roll and bump on her body. She hesitated. If she lowered the zipper, her bottom half would be completely exposed except for what the tail of her blouse covered. And well, her panties and hose.

  Thank God she’d put on halfway decent underwear this morning. And that she’d worn thigh-high hose. No way, no how, was pulling off a pair of panty hose ever sexy.

  “Macy.” His sharp tone brought her attention instantly back to him. “The skirt.”

  Her fingers fumbled with the zipper but she managed to unfasten the skirt. It, too, fell silently onto the plush carpet.

  “Step out of it.” His voice was hoarse.

  He motioned for her to twirl around again.

  Macy caught a glimpse of herself in the mirrors and immediately closed her eyes. She kept them closed even when she faced Logan once again. She knew he wouldn’t like it, but she needed a barrier between them. He was seeing her as no one else ever had and she was afraid he would change his mind. Or that he wouldn’t. She certainly teetered on the brink of changing hers.

  “Open your eyes.”

  She didn’t want to obey him but she did. However, she couldn’t prevent the tears that gathered in her eyes and blinked rapidly so he wouldn’t see them fall.

  He was frowning when she opened her eyes. “Are you afraid I’m going to hurt you, Macy?”

  “No.” Her voice was low and tremulous.

  “Are you afraid I’m going to humiliate you?”

  Her eyes widened at his words but again she said no.

  “Why do you think you’re here?”

  “So you can have sex with me.”

  “Sounds a little cold-blooded don’t you think?”

  “This is all about control to you. It is cold-blooded.” Her voice wobbled slightly. She felt incredibly exposed.

  “You’re right. I do want to control you. I want to control when those big, thick nipples get hard. I want to control when your pussy gets wet. I want to control every orgasm you’ll have for the next forty-eight hours.” His voice got rougher and deeper as he spoke and his face hardened. “Turn around and face the mirror.”

  Macy did, but she closed her eyes again. She was not going to stare at herself in the mirror.

  “Tis, tisk, tisk. See what I mean, Miss Trent? You are always disobeying me.” She heard rustling sounds behind her but refused to look.

  “You didn’t tell me I couldn’t close my eyes.”

  “You’re correct, Miss Trent. And because of that I’ll only give you three lashes of my belt.”

  Before she could move or even voice a protest, she felt the sting of leather across the backs of her thighs. One, two, three. Three quick strokes that were over before they even began.

  “I see your eyes are wide open now, Miss Trent.”

  They were. And boy was she glad. Logan stood directly behind her, naked from the waist up. His shoulders were broad, the muscles in his arms thick, and mouth wateringly appealing. He was at least a foot taller than her and the top of her head barely reached his jaw. The angle of his body gave her a tantalizing view of his trim waist and sculpted stomach. She’d always thought male beauty, especially his, was the universe’s way of taunting a big girl like herself. She could look, but she couldn’t touch.

  At least not in the real world. But this was Logan Quinn’s world. And he wanted her in it. At least for a little while.

  He still wore his suit trousers but had removed his shoes and socks. Somehow the sight of his bare feet was more intimate than his naked chest.

  His belt lay on the floor beside them.

  “Didn’t I say you would enjoy this?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you enjoying yourself Macy?”

  He made the tsking sound again when she shook her head.

  “Well, I guess I’ll have to do something about that.”

  CHAPTER THREE

  Logan didn’t know who trembled more, him or Macy. He felt like a sixteen year old about to get lucky for the first in the back seat of his daddy’s car. Which was a sad thing considering his years of experience. He enjoyed the role of a dom, his preferences stemming from a desire to experiment in bed. Easy women and routine sex quickly bored him. He demanded his partners join him in his experimentation or leave. Some embraced his lifestyle with no questions asked. Others, offended by the requests he made, walked away. Women were strange and curious creatures. Somehow having a man ordering them to do the things they secretly enjoyed made everything alright.

  He knew it had been wrong to virtually blackmail Macy into his bed, but he didn’t do the flowers and candy thing. The wooing. When he wanted something he went after it. And he wanted Macy Trent.

  She jumped when he placed his hands on her shoulders. “Sssh,” he whispered in her ear. “It’s time to be quiet, Miss Trent.”

  He eased his hands downward, stroking her bare arms. Today she wore a pale sleeveless blue button up blouse which hung loosely around her torso. Her breasts, her beautiful, big bouncy breasts were still hidden.

  Something he intended to rectify immediately.

  His gaze met hers in the mirror as he touched the first button. He’d left her hair up in the tidy little bun she wore nearly every day. The few times he’d seen it hanging loose had driven him batshit crazy. He’d wanted nothing more than to grab a handfull and wrap it around his cock and pump himself to fulfillment, splashing his cum over her neck and throat.

  Something he still might do before the weekend ended. There were so many delightful things he wanted to do to her, it was going to be hard to decide which ones to do first.

  He chuckled. The little imp had insinuated he had a problem. Little did she know he sported a hard-on nearly every day at the office. He should have given her ten strokes with his belt for even suggesting he couldn’t get it up.

  He ground himself into her ass just to let her know he was having no difficulty whatsoever getting it up for her.

  She drew in a deep breath when she felt him against her.

  “It’s going to be your duty to keep me this hard and ready all weekend long, Miss Trent. Do you think you can accomplish that task?”

  He bent his head and nibbled along her jaw line as he continued to unbutton her blouse. Her head fell backwards resting against his shoulder with her eyes closed. Again. He allowed it, but only for a moment. He wanted her to watch as he touched her.

  “Look, Macy. Look at yourself in the mirror.” He tapped her bare arm. “You don’t want me have to tell you again.” He would like nothing more than to paddle her bottom until it turned bright red, but tonight she needed to know the pleasure before the pain. To know how good it felt to let him take control. He cupped the nape of her neck forcing her head back up.

  “I’ve found that inside the most stubborn female, is a woman waiting for a man to take control. Wanting him to take control.” He returned to unbuttoning her blouse. When it was completely undone, h
e let it hang there, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of the curves beneath. He took his time studying her body in the mirror. He knew she followed his gaze because she stiffened when he focused on her stomach and her thighs. Her belly was barely revealed. A soft mound of flesh he couldn’t wait to kiss.

  She instinctively tried to stop him when he went to remove her blouse. He already knew she wouldn’t be comfortable revealing herself completely. Her hesitation and innocence attracted him almost as much as her ripe, luscious curves. He held her gaze in the mirror. “Remember the belt, Miss Trent.”

  Her arms fell back to her sides and the blouse slipped off. She wore a utilitarian white cotton bra whose only saving grace was the lacy cutouts which revealed the creamy tops of her breasts.

  “We’re going to have to do something about your wardrobe, Miss Trent.” He thumbed the strap of her bra thinking he might have to make a phone call to his favorite lingerie store tomorrow morning. “I can’t wait to dress you in something that will reveal these luscious looking nipples.”

  He stroked the center of her breasts, feeling the peaks tightening beneath his touch. “Does this feel good, Macy?”

  “Good girl,” he said when she didn’t speak, but only nodded. “How about this?”

  He pinched the buds between his thumb and forefinger. Hard.

  She yelped but kept quiet otherwise.

  He pulled at her flesh, over and over again sending the blood rushing to her breasts to engorge the nipples, leaving them visibly distended. “So beautiful,” he murmured. His touch bordered on painful, just where he wanted her to be. On the edge where one stroke could plummet her down either side.

  “Let’s get this off you.” He undid the bra’s back clasp, caressing her shoulders before slipping off the straps. The garment fell away, revealing her abundant flesh. Her skin tone was a light olive which was gorgeous with her naturally dark brown hair.

  “Now for these.” He cupped her butt under her panties and pulled the cotton briefs to the floor. He couldn’t wait to see her completely naked.

  “Step out.” He squatted at her feet, holding the stretchy fabric out of the way. He didn’t immediately rise to his feet once she was free. His face was even with the large round globes of her ass and he wanted to savor the moment. The flesh was smooth except for two large dimples near the base of her spine. He licked each indention.