Branded by the Texas Billionaire

by Lynn Richards

  When he was fully sheathed, he moved his hands down to her waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, pulling her tightly against him. “Are you ready for this, baby?”

  “Oh, yes,” Macy whispered, awed by length of him as he filled her. She groaned, reveling in the sensations he aroused so easily. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she leaned forward, closing the short distance between them and leaned her forehead against his.

  The movement sent him deeper still and he shuddered. Macy briefly closed her eyes taking in the sensation. She was going to love him in the only way he could understand. Only she would know it was more. Leaning back, she placed her hands on the sides of the tub and lifted herself, leaving only the tip of his shaft inside her.

  “More. Now.”

  Macy complied eagerly, moving herself up and down on his thick cock.

  His eyes were half closed; his breathing shallow. He was watching her breasts sway with the rhythm of her movement. The look was…hot.

  “Faster, Macy.”

  Their bodies were wet, slippery, and moving together so intimately. Macy recognized the delicious tightening in her womb. She was so close…

  She moved faster, his hands on her hips guiding her, helping her—helping them. The water rolled around them, sloshing onto the beautiful tiled floor. Neither of them noticed.

  “That’s it baby. All of me. You want all of me inside you, don’t you?”

  His warm voice pushed her over the edge, his arms there around her as she flew apart.

  “Oh, Macy…” Logan buried his head in her throat, moaning her name as he found his own release.

  *****

  Macy had just finished drying her hair when Logan opened the bathroom door, his face like a thundercloud. They’d finished their bath and she still glowed from the aftermath. He’d washed every inch of her body and insisted she do an equally thorough job on him. It had ended with her jerking him off with a soapy hand.

  “What…what is it?” Her hands fumbled with the towel she’d wrapped around her. Luckily they were bath sheets and covered her completely. At the moment she didn’t want to be standing before him naked.

  “You disobeyed me again, Miss Trent.” He held up her cell phone, waving it in front of her face. “I gave you a very clear order about not using your phone, didn’t I?”

  A frown creased her smooth brow as she stared at him. Was he really this freaking upset over a text? “You said…”

  He advanced a step. “I said not to use your phone. You sent a text to your sister. Not once, but twice.”

  Macy flushed guiltily. “I did not disobey you.”

  The muscle in his jaw flexed. “Did I tell you not to use your phone, Miss Trent?”

  “Yes, but you said…”

  “Enough. I say that you deliberately disobeyed a direct order and my word is law.” He still held her phone in his hand, his gaze fierce. “Come with me now.”

  Heart thumping, she followed him into the bedroom. Anticipation of his intended punishment rolled through her. What would it be this time?

  He didn’t speak but opened the drawer of the night stand and retrieved a condom and bottle of lube. He tossed them onto the marbled top then pulled something else from the drawer. Macy’s eyes widened at the silver ball in his hand.

  “What is that?”

  His grin was not nice. “No talking, Miss Trent.” He motioned toward the bed. “Take off your towel and lie on the bed, please.”

  Licking dry lips, she hurried to obey. She had to remember that he would not hurt her. She had her safe word and all she had to do was say it and he would stop. If she wanted him to.

  Macy watched silently as he walked to the closet, grabbing blindly at his expensive ties. He strode back to the bed, a red tie in one hand, the items he’d taken from the drawer in the other.

  A man on a mission.

  “Um, Logan…”

  Macy wiggled, attempting to move herself up on the bed.

  “Give me your hands, Miss Trent.”

  Macy stilled, eyeing him warily. His look was intense, but no longer so angry. A dull flush set high on his cheeks. She held out her hands.

  His face was almost expressionless as he bound her wrists together with the silk tie and tied them to the headboard. Macy shivered. Whatever he had planned for her was going to be very different than anything else she’d experienced so far.

  He removed his pants, never taking his gaze from hers. He stood naked before her, his sculpted body perfection.

  Macy shivered again even though her blood pumped faster than ever before.

  “Why am I punishing you, Miss Trent?”

  “Because you can, sir.” Her breathing was shallow as anticipation warred with doubt.

  His hands tugged on the tie, making sure it was secure.

  “Your disobedient behavior and impudent little mouth have landed you in trouble once again, Macy.” He trailed a finger down the middle of her body, tracing a line from her collarbone to her navel and back again. “You’re now tied to my bed and I can do whatever I want to your delectable body.”

  If she hadn’t seen the brief flare of warmth in his eyes, she might truly have been scared. Logan played the part of angry dominant most effectively. His next words made her feel even more secure.

  “Do you trust me, Macy?” His voice was velvety soft.

  She nodded.

  “Open your mouth.”

  Obediently Macy opened her mouth but snapped it closed when he held the silver ball to her lips.

  “Are you going to gag me?”

  The frown on Logan’s face had her regretting her impulsive words.

  “I’m going to forgive you this one time, Miss Trent, simply because this is new for you. But after this, no more questions. No more reprieves. Understood?”

  Macy swallowed. “Understood.” She hoped.

  “I’m going to put this inside you, then I’m going to explore your body with my mouth. Then I’m going to fuck your delicious ass.”

  Oh my.

  “Are you okay with that?”

  He was going to let her decide? Somehow she didn’t think that was true dominate behavior. It gave her hope.

  “Yes,” she replied. She was definitely okay with that.

  “Good.” He held out the ball again. “Now open your mouth and suck on this. It needs lubrication.”

  Oh. Macy opened her mouth, tensing slightly as the cold metal hit her tongue. It warmed quickly as she moved the smooth, yet surprisingly heavy object from side to side. Logan followed the movement, his eyes heating as he watched.

  He was getting that heavy-lidded, drowsy look that meant he was really getting into it. His excitement was contagious and Macy felt the familiar clench in her stomach.

  “Pull your knees up, Miss Trent, and put your feet flat on the bed.”

  Would the formal pronouncement of her name always make her wet with longing?

  Joining her on the bed, he took a pillow and placed it under her hips. Once he was satisfied with the placement of the pillow, he spread her legs slowly revealing her to his gaze. Macy’s body hummed with an intoxicating mix of arousal and feverish anticipation.

  His hand trailed slowly up her sex, then back down. He repeated the caress then pushed one finger inside. Macy moaned around the ball in her mouth, instinctively moving her knees in an action designed to trap his roving hand and hold it where she wanted it most.

  “Stop.” She froze at his sharply worded command. “No movement, Miss Trent.”

  He held out his other hand. “Give it to me.”

  Macy pushed the ball forward with her tongue, holding it between her pursed lips. Logan retrieved it, his thumb deliberately brushing her full lower lip. Her eyes widened as he inspected it. “I hope you’ve gotten it sufficiently lubricated Miss Trent.”

  Removing his finger from her, he placed the silver ball at the entrance of her vagina. Macy could feel the odd sensation of fullness as he pushed the object deep inside her. Once inse
rted to his satisfaction, he moved his hand upward, one finger flicking her clit in a slow rhythm.

  Sensation overwhelmed her—the pull of the ball inside of her, the rough pad of his finger on her sensitive skin, the heat of his gaze as he watched her body respond to his ministrations.

  Stretching out alongside her Logan ordered, “Put your legs down.”

  Macy obeyed, gasping as she felt the ball move inside of her.

  “Shall I continue, Miss Trent?”

  Lost in a sensual fog, Macy could only nod.

  “Good girl.” Logan bent his head, taking one turgid nipple in his mouth, biting the hard peak, then stroking it with his tongue.

  Macy moaned, pushing her body toward his mobile lips.

  “Miss Trent,” his voice was husky, his face ablaze with the flush of desire, “I can see I’m going to have to hold you down to keep you from moving.”

  Macy’s excitement was almost unbearable as he moved his big body atop hers, pushing her down into the softness of the bed, not even trying to support his weight but letting her feel his strength, his power. Even though she felt she was being crushed, it was the most darkly erotic thing she’d ever experienced. He was heavy, and hard—so ready for her. Each time he touched her was better than the time before.

  “I’m going to kiss you now. All over. And if you move, I’ll spank you again.”

  He lifted, holding himself above her, resting his weight on his elbows. The bed shifted as he bent to her, tantalizing her lips with short, light strokes that left her hungry for more. He moved, trailing his lips down her throat, kissing and sucking his way to her breasts, his tongue twirling around one while his long fingers relentlessly pulled and teased the other.

  Macy was lost in the sensations rioting through her. His warm mouth, his caressing fingers, the hardness of his body against hers.

  Logan moved down her belly, circling her navel with his tongue, nibbling an erotic path south. Suddenly is tongue was there, licking her clit before finding her opening and plunging inside. Macy could feel him, pushing inside her, moving the heavy ball slightly with his talented tongue. She groaned, her legs stiffening in preparation for the orgasm that was almost ready to overtake her.

  “No,” he ordered sharply, pulling back. “Not yet.”

  Macy wanted to cry out at the loss, but didn’t dare. The bed shifted again as he moved off of her to stand beside the bed.

  “Turn onto your side, away from me.”

  Numbly, Macy forced her weak muscles to obey. She felt like Jell-O. If Jell-O were ready to explode.

  Dimly she heard the rip of the foil packet. When she heard the scrape of something being taken from the table, she wanted to turn and see what he was doing. What would he do next? The anticipation built; her need almost unbearable.

  When the cool gel of the lube touched her puckered anus, she jerked.

  “Easy.” His expert fingers moved between the cheeks of her behind, pushing against her. When his thumb entered her virgin orifice, she shuddered. The full feeling was…exquisite.

  “Relax, Macy, relax.” He pumped inside a few times then climbed on the bed behind her, his rigid shaft poking where his thumb had been. Breathing deeply, she forced herself to do as he said. In this position, with her thighs so tightly clenched, she could feel the hard ball in her pussy, pressing into her, creating a throbbing sensation all its own.

  Pushing forward, he slowly inserted more of himself into her tight hole. “Don’t tense, baby. Let me in.”

  His hand caressed her hip, pulling her cheeks apart, allowing him easier entrance. When he was fully seated inside of her, he stopped, holding them both immobile and allowing her to adjust to his possession.

  “How does that feel?” His voice was low and Macy could tell he was exercising incredible restraint.

  Macy had never felt anything like it in her life. Nor had she ever thought such pleasure could exist. “Umm...”

  Logan’s short bark of laughter turned into a groan as she pushed her backside into his crotch. “I’ll take that to mean we can continue.” Throwing one leg over hers, Logan slowly pulled out to the tip of his impressive length then filled her to the hilt. She’d never felt anything this good. Tugging her hair gently, he turned her face so that he could capture her lips. Pushing his tongue past the barrier of her sharp, white teeth, he plunged inside, thrusting in sync to the movement of his body into hers.

  Macy was lost in exquisite sensation. The pleasure built as he trailed his hand to the apex of her thighs and with one long finger, rubbed her sex in time with the stab of his tongue and the deep thrusts of his hard dick.

  The feelings were luscious—and overwhelming. Macy wanted it to go on and on. But she also wanted release. When his finger stroked her clit, she fell over the edge into an exhausting bone melting orgasm. Logan absorbed her cries of fulfillment. The feeling of her clenching around him brought on his own release. With one final, hard thrust, he emptied himself into her, calling out her name as he stilled.

  For several silent moments, they lay together, panting, bodies still entwined. Finally, Logan pulled back, turning her over so that he could see her face. “See what happens when you disobey me, Miss Trent.”

  There was such a wicked gleam in his eyes she immediately wanted to disobey him again.

  Reaching up, he untied the binding from her wrists, freeing her hands. Macy lowered them with effort.

  “Roll over.”

  What was he going to do now? Even though she was physically exhausted, her sexual self was ready for anything. The man had truly made her a wanton woman.

  “Relax, sweetheart. I’m only going to rub your shoulders.”

  Could he read her mind?

  His hands were gentle as he tenderly massaged her aching shoulders, moving down her arms and lightly chaffing her tingling wrists and hands.

  “How do you feel?”

  “Sleepy,” Macy mumbled as her eyes closed. Too weak to say anything more, but happy that he was apparently pleased with her.

  “Then sleep, sweet girl.” Macy felt the quick kiss he dropped on top of her head, surprised at the unexpected, yet tender gesture. When his arm closed around her waist to pull her back against him, she shivered at the intimate contact. It was dangerous to think that it might mean something more, but Macy couldn’t stop her romantic heart from hoping.

  She drifted off to sleep with his arms wrapped tightly about her waist. She pretended that he didn’t want to let her go.

  “Good night, Miss Trent.”

  “Good night, Mr. Quinn.”

  *****

  Macy woke the next morning to find Logan had already left the room. On the night stand was a tray containing a warming dish, orange juice and a bowl of fresh fruit. Macy groaned as she tried to sit up.

  Her body hurt in so many places she didn’t know which hurt worse. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. The ache between her legs was both delicious and painful. The pain in her butt had all but disappeared.

  Propping a pillow behind her, she pulled the covers over her breasts. No way was she eating completely uncovered. Taking the tray from the nightstand, she sat it across her lap. Besides the food, there was a single red rose and a white note card stuck under the silver tray. Was everything the man owned made of silver or crystal?

  Macy,

  Please accept this as an apology for yesterday’s oversight in feeding you properly. I expect the plate to be empty when I check. If not, you will be punished…

  The last words were underlined. The unspoken promise made her shiver. How many more hours did she have left? And what would he do to her next? Because despite the discomfort she was experiencing, she would do anything Logan commanded her to do.

  She lifted the dish, delighted to see a stack of waffles and bacon. Also being kept warm was a small pitcher of syrup and a dish of butter curls. The food was lukewarm–it must have been sitting there quiet sometime–but she didn’t care. It still looked scrumptious.

  It did make he
r wonder why Logan hadn’t come back to bed. She vaguely remembered him getting out of bed sometime before dawn but hadn’t been conscious enough to find out why. She dug into her food, thinking of the day ahead. Maybe she could convince Logan to take another bath with her. Or maybe a shower? No. She wasn’t ready to try that kind of water aerobics. He’d have to support her against the wall as he thrust inside.

  She squirmed as her pussy started to melt.

  Wanton. Wanton. Wanton. Hello everyone, may I introduce Miss Wanton, formerly known as Miss Trent. Why the change of name you might ask? Because the lovely miss was ravished by a scandalous rake and loved it. Absolutely loved it.

  Macy giggled. Maybe she could convince him to let her tie him up and pour syrup all over his gorgeous body. Yep, and then let lick it off one drop at a time.

  She jumped as a knock sounded on the bedroom door, barely managing not to spill her food all over the expensive comforter.

  Why was Logan knocking at his own bedroom door?

  Before she could figure that one out, the door opened. She screamed this time, grabbing the cover. She didn’t care if she spilled something or not.

  Jim, Logan’s driver, stood at the entryway.

  “Begging your pardon, Miss, but Mr. Quinn would like to see you in his office.”

  He didn’t wait for a reply. He closed the door quietly as he stepped back into the hallway.

  Macy lifted the tray off her lap. Something must have happened last night. She grabbed Logan’s t-shirt from the floor, taking a moment to inhale his scent that still clung to it before pulling the material over her head. The shirt covered her to the bottom of her butt cheeks but she wasn’t about to go traipsing around the apartment with just a shirt. She pulled on his jogging pants too.

  The door to his office was open and he stood by his desk putting things in his hard-sided briefcase.

  “The Japanese deal is spiraling out of control. I’m leaving for the airport in just a few moments.”

  “I understand,” Macy said in sympathy. If Logan had to personally step in, something must really be wrong. Logan was a hard taskmaster, but he treated his employees fairly and in return they did everything asked. Mmm, Macy thought, a smile curling her lips. That sounded awfully familiar.