Branded by the Texas Billionaire (BBW Erotica) (Billionaire BDSM) (Billionaire Domination)

by Richards, Lynn

  “Oh, oh, oh.” Macy felt her entire body clench as the orgasm washed over her. Seconds later, she felt Logan jerk inside of her as he found his own release.

  CHAPTER TWO

  “Bring a cup of coffee to my office, Miss Trent.”

  He wants a cup of coffee, now?

  After he’d fucked her to within an inch of her life, he’d undone her restraints. He stood before her in all of his perfectly formed, Adonis-like glory. His erection, tamed from their encounter, was still pretty impressive and Macy couldn’t help but stare. That had been inside of her. Several times.

  Wow.

  “Yes, sir.” She rose from the bed, fighting the urge to cover herself. She was learning. If he’d wanted her dressed, he would have ordered her to do so.

  She’d never walked through her own apartment wearing her underwear, much less walked around as naked as the day she was born. Even though he’d seen—and touched—every inch of her, it was unnerving doing it in front of Logan. She glanced over her shoulder to find him watching her.

  “The morning is getting away from me and I need to make several more calls. This isn’t something I can put off.” His brows creased into a slight frown as though he’d like to able to do just that. “I’m going to be a couple of hours, so you’ll have to entertain yourself. If you get bored, you can watch television.” He pinned her with a look. “We’ll continue with your training after I complete my calls.”

  Macy shivered at the tone in his voice. All gravely sex and sensual promise. The thought of what he may have in store for her this time sent heat spiraling through her belly. At the doorway she stopped, stretching slowly. Raising her hands above her head, she arched her back, the movement pushing her breasts forward and emphasizing the round fullness of her ass. His harsh exhale put an extra bounce in her step as she left the room. It was good to see she wasn’t the only one affected by all the naked flesh.

  The kitchen was as beautiful as the rest of his apartment and one she could imagine working in happily. Unfortunately, this weekend was an once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. But she wasn’t going to think about that right now. Instead, she was going to think about what possible pleasures awaited her when she returned to his bed. Because of her size, she’d never considered herself a sexual person. The last sixteen hours with her sexy boss had changed her mind.

  She’d heard other women talk about the pleasure they’d experienced with a particular lover, but sex with Logan went beyond that into the purely sensual. And she wanted more.

  Much more.

  Pulling a cup and saucer from the polished cherry cabinet, she gave the bottom of the saucer a cursory glance. Wedgewood. Damn. Gently placing the exquisite china on the counter, she poured the aromatic brew carefully, adding a dollop of cream and two sugar cubes. Now if she could make it back without spilling the contents onto the expensive Persian carpeting, she’d…she’d get to see what he had in store for her.

  The thought almost made her trip, but she balanced herself and the china, blowing out a soft breath when she set the cup down before him. The office in his apartment was almost an exact replica of the one downtown. Right down to the two chairs in front of the desk.

  She stood at his desk now, waiting for him to dismiss her. Instead, he motioned her into a chair. On the right. She smiled. Now she knew why he insisted on her sitting to his right. It was all about control, order, discipline. Oh, what she wouldn’t give to be able to free him from some of that rigid control. Her smile faded.

  This was just a moment out of time. A weekend to remember. She’d never get close enough to erase any of the rigid edges of his personality. Of course, he was probably thinking the same thing about her – in reverse. After all, wasn’t the point of the whole weekend to teach her discipline?

  He watched her as he lifted the cup, his firm lips pursing slightly to blow on the steaming liquid before taking a tentative sip.

  “Miss Trent?” His voice was deceptively mild as he set the cup back on the saucer.

  Macy forced herself to sit before him without cowering. “Yes sir?”

  Before he could answer the phone rang. He gave her a quelling look as he lifted the receiver. He greeted the caller in Japanese and spoke for several moments before putting the call on hold.

  He rose and walked around the desk, coming to stand before her. He leaned down until his face was even with hers and braced his hands on the wooden arms of the chair. “How many sugars in my coffee?”

  “Um, three…” Oh shit. She’d screwed up. She’d only put in two. Face flaming, she licked her dry lips. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking…”

  “Quiet.” His hand sliced through the air, cutting off her stammering apology. “You failed to follow my instructions. What do you think I should do about that?”

  Macy blinked. She’d known this would happen at some point in the weekend. He’d told her early on that one of his favorite punishments was spanking. He’d even given her a taste last night with the three strikes against her thighs with his belt. She still didn’t see how hitting her backside could bring either of them pleasure, but she was about to find out. She’d expected the actual spanking would be somehow less, umm, intimate. Perhaps a slap on her buttocks during sex. Not a full fledged punishment, which was what she knew he had in mind.

  “Well?”

  “I deserve to be spanked, sir.” Macy’s voice was barely a whisper, but the soft words had an instant effect on Logan. His body hardened before her eyes, a blatant reaction to her quietly spoken admission.

  “You’re quite right, Miss Trent. You do need to be spanked.” His eyes locked onto hers. “I need to smack your big bottom until it turns a bright, cherry red.”

  He leaned closer to whisper in her ear. “And then I need to teach you what discipline is really all about.”

  Macy trembled at his words and her pussy flooded with moisture. It would be embarassing when she stood and he could see the wetness she left behind. Did she really want to be spanked? To have him inflict pain? For no doubt there would be pain. She looked at his hands holding the chair arms. They were broad and strong. Wait, would he use his hands? Or the belt again? Or something else? Would he call using a whip on her a spanking or whipping?

  A rugged sigh escaped his lips which were thinning in anger. “Miss Trent,” he snapped. “Please pay attention.”

  Macy realized she’d been focused on her thoughts, not him. Which was odd considering he stood in front of her with the biggest hard-on she’d ever seen. Nervously, she licked her lips again. She was going to need some serious Chapstick therapy after today if she kept doing that.

  “Yes sir.” She kept her eyes lowered, as he’d explained was the behavior of a good submissive. Inwardly, she admitted that the role—with Logan as her dom—might not be so bad after all.

  “Spread your legs.”

  She immediately wanted to protest but didn’t. Commitment, Macy, she reminded herself. Discipline.

  She spread her legs but kept her hands in her lap, concealing her mound.

  “Hands to your side.”

  She unclenched her fingers and let them rest beside her thighs. He dropped to a crouch, his eyes level with her breasts. Her nipples were hardened from the coolness of the air and jutted forward as if begging for his touch.

  He placed his hands on her thighs pulling her legs further apart. She felt the lips of her pussy unfold, opening to his gaze.

  He stared at her for several seconds. She watched as he lifted one hand and brought it to her center. He stroked upward and the breath hissed through her lips. She was so slick from her own excitement that his fingers slid effortlessly across her opening.

  “Does this turn you on, Miss Trent? Being at my mercy? Having to obey my every command without a sarcastic comment?”

  She started to speak but gasped instead as he plunged two fingers inside her.

  “Should I leave you like this Macy? Spread before me as I make my calls.” He moved his fingers in and out, deliberately not
touching her clit. “Should I make you finger yourself to release?” Again he pumped inside, two long drawn-out strokes. “Or better yet, make you suck me as I listen to all those boring, technical details while your wet little pussy aches for my dick?”

  He withdrew his fingers and she thought he was going to make her lick them clean. Instead he put them in his own mouth.

  “Up,” he ordered. “Go into the bedroom and put on one of my dress shirts. Wait for me on the end of the bed. Do nothing else.” He turned and strode back behind his desk, leaving her still open and exposed.

  When he pushed the hold button to resume his call, she got up quickly and left the room, racing down the hallway into the safety of the bedroom. Well, safe for now anyway.

  *****

  Logan finished his call with the Japanese representatives as quickly as possible. He hadn’t extended pleasantries and he’d been curt to the point of rudeness several times. He drummed his fingers waiting for Ted Strickland, his vice-president of acquisitions to put through the conference call to a prospective investor in Hong Kong. Because of the time differences, he had to work on this particular Saturday and more than likely, Sunday as well. Not that it was unusual for him to do so. He’d worked many weekends and holidays since he had no one to spend time with or any place to go.

  But he did have plans this weekend.

  Plans that were quickly getting out of control.

  Logan felt the flush creep up his neck, glad that the executives on the other end of the conference call hadn’t been able to see him. His mind had wandered again and again–to his bedroom and woman waiting on his bed.

  The hand holding the phone shook slightly. He’d never lost control of his emotions with any subordinate before. If it had been one of his other women, he would have made her stay in the chair, pleasuring herself as he conducted business. It would have lent an exciting edge, pumped up his feeling of control. It would not have distracted him. If he had left Macy in the room, he would have ordered her over the desk and taken her while the other men listened. He wouldn’t have been able to stop himself.

  Over the years, he’d pulled away from the harder side of domination and submission but still needed that feeling of control. He knew what he liked in the bedroom–a woman willing to give herself over to him completely. He wanted that from Macy. And then he wanted to discover what made her scream, what made her wet.

  He’d taken her how many times? Four, five? He looked down at his lap. He was hard once again. What was it about her that made him want to rut like an animal in heat? To take her over and over again?

  He’d thought he was punishing her by leaving her wanting, but it was his body in need.

  He glanced at the clock on his desk, impatient for his calls to be concluded. Waiting for punishment, controlling yourself, your emotions and your urges was one of the fundamental reasons for the dom/sub relationship. He would make her wait, imaging the inevitable. And try not to go crazy imaging the feel of her buttocks heating beneath his hand.

  His secretary needed a good spanking. She was far too outspoken and sarcastic. He knew she used those two defense mechanisms to compensate for what she thought was an inadequate body. While he hoped she left this weekend with new self-esteem, he was completely honest with himself in admitting that the reason he’d proposed this contract was to get her under his control. Or more precisely, over his knee.

  *****

  “Again, Macy, why are you being punished?”

  Macy was sitting on the end of the bed like a good submissive when Logan entered the bedroom almost an hour later. Luckily he hadn’t finished sooner. She’d taken a quick shower before donning one of his dress shirts and even answered a text from her sister.

  “Because I put two sugars in your coffee instead of three.”

  “Did you do that deliberately, Miss Trent? You have made coffee for me almost every day since you’ve been in my employment. And you have put three cubes of sugar in my coffee each time. Why forget today?”

  He stood there, watching her, his eyes flashing with fire. She didn’t know if it was anger or desire. She hoped it was desire.

  “Do you know why I think you forgot, Miss Trent?”

  She shook her head, unable to speak.

  “I think you want to be punished. You want to feel the heat of my hand on your backside. You want to see how much you can tolerate before using your safe word, don’t you, Macy?”

  He stepped back and pulled the t-shirt over his head. Next he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his pajamas and let them slide to the floor. He wore no socks or shoes. Or underwear.

  He walked over to the sitting area and placed one of the high-backed chairs in front of the mirrored closets. Taking a seat he motioned her over. “Come, stand in front of me the way you did last night.”

  Macy complied, stepping in front of the chair with her back to him. She could feel her blood thrumming through her body. Even though she couldn’t comprehend the satisfaction to be had from spanking—yet—she was excited. Aroused at the thought of having Logan’s hands on her again.

  Would she ever get enough of this man?

  He reached out, his hands going under the tail of her shirt to trace the shape of her ass. His hands were warm, his touch firm as he stroked her soft flesh, making her tremble.

  “Do you like that, Macy?”

  Her breathing hitched. His touch was like a narcotic. One simple stroke and she’d do anything to have more. “Yes.”

  “Unbutton my shirt.”

  As soon as she’d undone the last button, he was tugging her down across his lap, her torso resting on the large curved arm of the chair. The fingers of one hand threaded through her hair, pulling the errant strands away from her face. Suddenly, she could see them in the mirror. He was watching her. Gauging her reaction.

  “I want you to watch me spank you, Miss Trent,” he murmured. His other hand flipped up the tail of the shirt and he softly began to knead her lush backside. Macy’s eyes widened at his words. This was it. The thought both frightened and aroused her.

  But still he didn’t spank her. Instead, his long fingers moved upward, stroking the rounded fullness of her breasts, making her nipples pucker. When they had hardened into tight buds, he pinched them between his fingers pulling them until they elongated. Giving them one last hard squeeze that seemed to pull all the way to her womb, he placed his hand back on the top of her thighs.

  Macy watched his face, the brooding, hungry look—like a starving man offered a feast, yet afraid it was going to be snatched away before he got a taste. Fascinated by his expression as he stared raptly at her plump cheeks, she missed the rise of his hand. The stinging blow shocked her, taking her breath. His hand soothed the burning skin briefly, then rose again.

  This is so going to hurt.

  His hand came down, harder than before, on the opposite cheek.

  Ouch. Macy’s eyes watered from the pain and she tried to rise. The hand in her hair tightened, yanking on the silky strands, making her scalp sting.

  “Hold still.” His hand caressed the soft globe of her ass that he’d just smacked.

  Macy stilled as she became aware of the sudden change in Logan. He was breathing loudly. Fast and hard as though he’d ran up several flights of stairs. The slaps to her tender flesh came again, one after the other in rapid succession. With her face contorted in pain, she attempted once more to slide away from his hold.

  His hold on her tightened. “I will spank you until you obey me, Miss Trent.”

  Macy froze, watching through the mirror as his hand continued to move—smack, fondle, soothe, smack. She tried to concentrate on the rhythm as she attempted to deal with the pain. The burning sensation was spreading and Macy realized he was alternating the smacks on different areas of her ass cheeks. Her entire behind was on fire. She wanted to yell at him to stop but clamped her lips together. She would not cry out. He expected that, and she was determined to prove him wrong.

  The alternating sla
p, caress, slap, caress, had her body thrumming. The next smack came—what was it, ten? Twelve? Macy had lost count.

  “Good girl, Miss Trent.” Logan’s voice was hoarse as his hand smoothed the tail of his shirt over the heated skin. “You’ve done exceptionally well. Now get on the bed with your face down.”

  On legs that felt like rubber, Macy stood and walked to the bed. Sliding onto the cool sheets, she laid her face across her arms, pulling her knees up, leaving her burning flesh exposed to his hungry eyes.

  “I’m going to take you now.”

  Macy felt his hand on her behind, rubbing gently. The tender flesh felt raw. Suddenly his hand moved down and he inserted a finger into her wet slit. She gasped at the unexpected sensation.

  “Oh, Miss Trent, your body loves this.” Another finger joined the first. “You are so wet for me, baby.” His fingers moved in and out of her body and Macy shuddered, feeling the rolling tide of pleasure begin. As if realizing how close she was to release, he snatched his fingers away and she groaned her frustration.

  She heard the rip of the foil packet, her mind comprehending the fact that he was putting on protection just as he thrust inside her in one swift stroke. Without hesitating or giving her time to adjust to his penetration, he continued to move, pounding into her in a fast, intense rhythm against her very sore behind. The feelings were overwhelming, the pleasure and the pain.

  “Come for me, baby.”

  Macy couldn’t do anything else as his words washed over her. She felt the familiar pull, the tug of pleasure so exquisite that she cried out.

  “That’s it, honey. Milk me.”

  Macy felt herself clench around him, the intensity of her release bringing about his own. He collapsed onto the bed beside her, bringing her body next to his.

  He brushed the hair from her eyes and dropped a soft kiss to the top of her head. “Oh Macy, you fit so perfectly into my world.”