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

by Richards, Lynn

  “Logan!” Her voice held a note of indignation.

  “Did I give you permission to speak?” He rose, scowling at her through the mirror. “Do you know what I do with women who don’t know how to be quiet, Macy?”

  She shook her head instead of answering.

  He leaned close to her ear. “I put something in their mouths. Something big and hard.” He squeezed her breasts. He was not a small man. He was broad shouldered and tall and his hands matched his size. Yet her breasts filled them to overflowing. He kneaded them hard, pulling and squeezing the tender flesh. Her skin reddened from his touch, but she didn’t cry out. Oh, she was going to be perfect.

  He didn’t linger there, though he wanted to. He just wanted to give her another taste of the pleasure/pain. Running his hands down her stomach, he looked at her sternly when she flinched. She hadn’t protested his rough handling, but touching the soft flesh of her belly upset her. Even though he planned to use her to fulfill his own needs, he was not a selfish lover. She would learn to enjoy his touch. He continued to trail his fingers down her body. When he reached her mound he cupped her with his hand.

  “You have no choice Macy. You have to submit to my touch. I can to anything.” He parted her curls with his finger and rubbed the appendage along her slit. His finger came away wet. Lifting it to his mouth, he slowly licked it clean while she watched. “Mmm.”

  He took two steps backward feeling the edge of the bed behind his knees. “Take your hair down.”

  Macy watched as Logan sat back down on the bed. He never broke eye contact with her in the mirror and she couldn’t look away either. She didn’t want to see her reflection. In fact, she rarely looked at herself fully clothed in the mirror much less stripped bare.

  He lounged back, his weight supported by his elbows. His long legs were spread and the front of his trousers tented.

  She removed the pins from her hair and let them drop to the floor. She knew the movement thrust her already large breasts out even more. She’d always been self-conscious of her size. Her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, her hips. Everywhere. The boys in high school had all teased her yet every one of them had tried to cop a feel in the hallway or behind the bleachers when no one else was around. Seeing her boss watching her through the mirror, she wondered if this was any different. Disgust and desire all mixed into one.

  It is, her mind whispered. Because you want his touch.

  Her hair cascaded down past her shoulders, the long locks ending in the middle of her back. If she had any vanity about her looks, it was her hair. The strands were thick and well cared for and the deep brown color which bordered on black suited her. Her parents were both of Italian descent and had bestowed upon her the light olive skin and dark coloring.

  “Bend forward.”

  He wore that hot lidded look again and she felt a rush of moisture deep inside. Her mind flew in circles. Yes, he’d seen her naked, but that was all. What he was asking now would take this to a whole new level. It was the point of no return. Should she or shouldn’t she? Would he fire her if she didn’t? She could leave right now and never see him again. Or she could obey his every command. She willed herself not to run. This was what she wanted. She had to control the fear.

  And he wanted to control her.

  He started to rise and she knew what he would do if she didn’t obey. The belt rested at her feet and the thought of getting spanked didn’t turn her off as much as it should have. She bent at the waist, adjusting the width of her stance to keep from falling face first into the mirrored closet door. The wider stance spread her legs in an enticing manner but he still couldn’t see anything except a hint of her outer lips.

  “Reach back and show me what’s mine to claim, Macy.”

  He didn’t have to say what he wanted her to show him. He wanted her to show him her pussy.

  She touched the backs of her thighs and complied with his command. What she must look like spread before him like a wanton.

  Just when she thought she was going to pass out if she held the position much longer, he spoke. “I can’t wait to take you like that, Macy. To pound my dick into you from behind. Come here and let me see how wet you are.”

  She turned and walked toward him. She couldn’t believe this moment in her life. She wore only a pair of cheap black thigh-high stockings and sedate black pumps and was about to let her boss feel her up. She kicked off her shoes as she walked, suddenly wishing she was wearing silk and satin and fuck me stilettos.

  Logan sat up on the edge of bed. “Stop.”

  He waited for her to comply then issued another order. “Give me your foot.”

  She raised her right foot, carefully balancing her weight on the left. He caressed her instep and she groaned.

  Logan smiled at Macy’s involuntary sound of satisfaction. “Some small sounds of appreciation will not be a punishable offense. Tonight.”

  He could smell her arousal and his cock hardened to the point of pain but he welcomed the sensation like an old friend. Losing control wasn’t an option. He’d learned that lesson at the hands of an abusive military father who expected more from his son than he did the marines under his command.

  He stroked her ankle and the back of her calf before running his hand up her inner thigh. He pushed on her knee to open her to his gaze. The curls covering her cunt were brown, a shade or two lighter than her beautiful hair. They parted to reveal a pink, glistening slit. He ran his finger along the seam much as he had done earlier. She was wetter than before. He found her clit and pinched it. She jumped and tried to pull away but his hand tightened on her thigh. “Don’t move. No matter what I do, you aren’t to move, Macy.”

  Their eyes meet.

  “Do you understand?”

  She nodded again. Either she was trying to obey him or she was at a loss for words wondering what he planned to do next.

  He explored her pussy for a few moments, pulling at the lips and stroking along her opening. He gathered some moisture on the tip of his middle finger and rubbed her juices across the small puckered opening of her ass. She whimpered when he pushed against it, barely penetrating her. “You’re doing so well, Miss Trent.”

  He continued to tease her until she relaxed into his touch. He knew he could now penetrate her with his finger, but he didn’t. Instead he turned his attention back to her pussy. It was soaked with her cream. He found the stiff little bud of her clitoris, the place he knew she needed him most. He flattened it beneath his thumb and rubbed. “Do you touch yourself here, Macy? Late at night when you’re all alone, do you touch yourself here?”

  She nodded.

  He continued to stoke her, moving only his thumb against her.

  “Do you think of me while you’re doing it, Miss Trent?”

  She tried to jerk away this time but he squeezed her thigh, keeping her in place. He knew she’d have bruises there in the morning but he intended to give her even more before the weekend was over.

  None would hurt her, but each one would make her remember her time with him.

  “Tell me.” He needed to know she fantasized about him the way he fantasized about her.

  “Yes.” The word was so softly spoken that if he hadn’t seen her lips move, he wouldn’t have known she answered.

  “I’ve thought of you, too, Miss Trent. I’ve lain on this bed after a long day of meetings and imagined your hot, wet pussy pulsating around my cock.” He plunged a finger inside her and heard the wonderful indrawn breath a woman makes when first penetrated. “Do you like that?”

  Her breathing was labored and he knew she was close to coming. He added another finger to her tight sheath and she cried out. Her hand came up to grip his shoulder. He pumped in and out, continuing to circle her clit with his thumb. He wanted her to come all over his hand, but he wanted something else even more.

  He withdrew his hand and placed her leg on the floor. There would time enough to finger her to release later.

  “Bu-”

  He pressed the f
inger he had just removed from her body against her lips. “Sssh, Miss Trent. If you continue to talk I might think you want me to find a way to keep you quiet.”

  He pulled down her lower lip with his thumb forcing her mouth open. “Taste.”

  Her tongue came out and gave his finger a tentative lick. Than another. Their gazes locked and she took his finger inside her mouth, sucking hard.

  Well shit, Logan thought as he almost came in his pants. If he wasn’t careful this woman just might end up controlling him.

  Macy nipped the tip of Logan’s finger as he withdrew it from her mouth and gave him an impudent grin. She knew she was going to pay for her irreverent behavior when his forehead furrowed into a frown. But she couldn’t help it. When he’d asked if she’d thought about him late at night when she brought herself to release, something had snapped into place. She had thought about him, night after night. What girl wouldn’t with a boss so drop-dead gorgeous?

  And what woman wouldn’t take full advantage of this opportunity? Logan wanted to have some fun, and she was just the woman, apparently, to give it to him. She knew this was not the beginning of a fairy tale romance. She knew she would wake up Monday morning and this would all seem like a dream, but she was going to enjoy the moment. Try to overcome some of her inhibitions so she could live a normal, healthy life after this. She refused dates because she feared the men would turn out to be just like the boys back in high school – bullies and creeps. She had so little self-esteem when it came to her looks. Who better to boost a girl’s ego than a rich, gorgeous man like Logan Quinn?

  His body had been hard when he’d pressed up against her and remained hard during her strip tease. He wanted her.

  “On the bed.” Logan stood and reversed their positions. The backs of her knees bumped against the edge of the mattress. “Sit.”

  He pushed at her shoulders, urging her to comply faster. His breath was coming as hard and fast as hers had when he’d fingered her. The bastard had quit just a second too soon. She could feel her juices running out of her pussy and wetting her thighs.

  He stepped backwards and unzipped his pants. There was no underwear to get in the way of her first frontal view. Dark hair grew in a thick patch between his pecs, thinning as it traveled down his abs. The thickness resumed around his penis. Oh, boy did the thickness continue. She’d never seen a cock up close and personal before. The boy in high school had barely gotten his out of his pants before he’d put it in her. She’d caught brief glimpses on movies, but, oh my god, nothing could have prepared her for this.

  He stepped out of his pants and broke her almost hypnotic stare.

  “If you want something to suck on, Miss Trent, I can give you something better than my finger.” With one hand behind her head, he thrust himself forward and she opened her mouth to receive him. The bulbous head barely fit inside her mouth. Instinctively she raised her hand to stop his forward movement. He groaned when her warm hand closed around him. “Stroke me.”

  She pumped him, her movements short and sharp. His hand closed around hers, guiding her untutored movements.

  “Haven’t you ever sucked cock before, Miss Trent?” He asked the question even as he continued to show her how to please him.

  She shook her head but didn’t move her mouth from his dick.

  “Open your mouth wider.” She obeyed and he pushed in a little more. Her teeth scrapped against his flesh and she’d never heard such a low, deep moan in her life. Thinking she had hurt him, she tried to pull away. His hand on the back of her head prevented her. “Stop.”

  They sat frozen for a few seconds, his dick in her mouth and his hand holding her to him. She raised her eyes to look at him. His eyes were closed and he grimaced in pain. It was strange how concerned she felt about his well-being when he had already spanked her once and threatened to do so again.

  “Wider, Macy. Try not to touch me with your teeth.” He thrust forward again and she relaxed the muscles of her jaw to let him in. “Perfect.”

  He moved in and out, gradually pushing more and more of himself inside her mouth. His hand guided her movements at the base of his cock. “Now close your lips around me and suck hard.”

  Macy hollowed out her cheeks and sucked.

  “Shit, shit, shit.”

  Above her Logan cussed, but didn’t stop the in and out thrust of his hips. Macy gained confidence by the second. She twirled her tongue on the underside of his penis. Even though the hand on the back of her head limited her movements, she managed to pull away until only the tip of his cock remained in her mouth. She sucked just the head. When he tried to pull away, she tightened her hold. She wanted more.

  “Enough.” Logan broke her grip and stepped away.

  She sat up straight and folded her hands in her lap.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Logan slowed his breathing. His cock was so damn hard he thought he would explode. Hell, he almost had. He’d almost shot his load down Macy’s throat. She may not be experienced, but she sure learned fast.

  Macy made a beautiful picture sitting at the foot of his bed. Her long, dark hair falling to the middle of her back. A back which revealed perfect posture. The pose thrust her breasts forward and out. He knew she’d assumed this position because she thought she was hiding most of her body from his view. She’d tried to hide the abundant flesh of her breasts but only managed to conceal the large tips from his gaze. What he could see of the dark centers was pebbled, either by the temperature in the room or excitement. Her legs were closed and her folded hands rested at the apex of her thighs. Her pussy was completely hidden. Didn’t she remember he’d seen the pretty little thing up close and personal? Not as up close and personal as he intend before the night was through.

  He picked her up under her arms and tossed her to the middle of the bed. She squealed and tried to find purchase with her legs to move away.

  Her legs. He almost sighed out loud with appreciation. They were encased in black nylon. The band holding them in place circled the middle of her smooth thighs reminding him of a brand. Thigh-high stockings were about the sexiest piece of clothing ever invented. The only thing that would make them sexier was a pair of red high heels. He wanted to take her shopping and buy her clothing that showed off every curve of her ripe, sexy body.

  Wait, he couldn’t do that. That would mean extending this liaison past the next forty-eight hours and he had no intention of doing that. He’d satisfy his lust for her in the two days he’d allotted and move on.

  He climbed onto the bed. Her bent knees gave him a tantalizing view of her wetness. He wanted a taste of her. But where to start? The brief taste of her sweet juices on his finger earlier beckoned him to take more, yet he hadn’t kissed her properly. Or sucked those stiff brown nipples. He’d start from the top and work his way down.

  With his knee, he nudged her legs apart, settling his big body carefully atop her softness. He’d told Macy the truth; he wanted a real woman beneath him when he fucked.

  Macy sighed as Logan’s weight settled between her quivering thighs. She’d wanted this man for a very long time but had never imagined having him this way. Or any way at all really except in her fantasies. Deep down she knew what she longed for a relationship with him. Maybe even a chance at happily-ever-after. But she had to be realistic. What she was getting was sex.

  Incredible sex.

  But sex nevertheless.

  If someone had asked her just a couple of months ago if she’d ever have sex just for the sake of sex, she’d have given an unequivocal ‘no’. She didn’t go out and party hard with a different man every week. She’d learned her lesson early in life and wasn’t about to repeat that mistake. Plus she had more than a few body issue hang-ups.

  She’d been attracted to Logan from the first time she’d seen him at Quinn Enterprises. Being his secretary for the past few months had been the sweetest torture. She’d fantasized about him nearly every night. Being with him now would provide her with dreams to live on for the rest of her
life.

  Macy believed that maybe someday a guy would come along and she’d settle into marriage with him. She had no illusions it would be anything more. She’d settle. She’d never find the passion with anyone else that she felt with Logan from simply being in the same room. He made her want to rip his clothes off, throw herself across his desk and beg him to take her.

  And now here she was in his bed.

  She groaned when his lips closed around one hard nipple and sucked the tender tip inside his mouth. He released it then laved it with his rough tongue. He performed the same service on the other breast. Macy clenched his hair in her hands, holding him to her breast when he went to move away.

  “Hands above your head, Miss Trent.” His voice was husky.

  “But I-”

  “Now.”

  Macy complied, releasing his dark locks reluctantly, obediently placing her hands above her head. When his tongue traced her stomach, stopping to delve quickly into her navel, she wrapped her hands around the wooden spindles of the headboard to stop herself from grabbing him again. Or pushing him away. She could do this. She could let Logan Quinn feast on her body and use her as his own personal sex slave.

  “Good girl.”

  The praise washed over her, emboldening her. When his talented tongue found her tender bud, she moaned and lifted her hips in silent invitation.

  He didn’t disappoint. At her urging, his mouth covered her pussy, his tongue delving into the folds like a man starving for her nectar. He licked, nibbled, and teased his way from her clit to the entrance of her body, where he slid his tongue into the aching hole.

  “Yes, please…” Her muscles tightened. She could feel the tension spreading throughout her body.

  He stopped and Macy’s moan of frustration was audible.