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

by Richards, Lynn

  Drawing a deep breath, she exited the wide dressing cubicle.

  When he saw her, he leaned back in the chair, his eyes half closed. He crossed his legs, his right ankle resting on his left knee. “Turn.”

  Macy obeyed, slowly. When she’d completed a full turn she stopped.

  They stared at each other. Without being told she knew what he wanted next. She did a half turn then bent at the waist. The movement made the fabric of the panties tighten against her clit and she groaned.

  “Wider,” he grunted.

  She adjusted her stance feeling the coolness of the air as it hit the lips of her pussy. The underwear covered nothing and she was soaking wet.

  “You look good in black, Miss Trent.”

  That was all the warning she received. With a strangled sound that Macy didn’t have time to interpret Logan propelled her back into the dressing room and forced her against the wall. She could feel him at her back, his breath hot on her neck. “Put your hands high up on the wall.”

  Obeying quickly, Macy felt her own breath catch as Logan’s hands moved to her waist, then leisurely travel to her hips, clenching the soft flesh briefly.

  “I think this is definitely my favorite.”

  Macy heard the rasp of his zipper and shivered in anticipation. When his finger slipped beneath the thin strip of fabric to slowly circle her clit, she moaned, pushing herself back against his erection.

  He pushed his finger inside her and Macy cried out, not caring that Madame Snooty might hear. All she could think about was having him inside of her.

  “Please.”

  “Please what, Miss Trent.”

  “Please fuck me, master,” Macy didn’t hesitate to say the words. She was rewarded with another finger. He took his time, stretching her. His thumb flattened her clit, making her moan.

  “Spread your legs.”

  Macy obeyed immediately.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, Miss Trent. Don’t move your hands from the wall.” He withdrew his fingers and his thumb.

  She heard the crinkle of foil as he opened a condom. What would it feel like to have him inside with nothing in the way? Macy felt the head of his erection probing the entrance of her sex. The string of the thong provided no hindrance. She whimpered in need as he filled her with one swift stroke.

  “You’re so tight, baby.” His lips grazed the side of her throat and Macy titled her head back, allowing him greater access to her sensitive skin. When he pulled out slowly then thrust back into her, Macy couldn’t control the shiver that raced through her.

  “More, baby?”

  The guttural tone of his voice and the feel of his big body surrounding her, inside of her, had her close to the edge. “More,” she whispered raggedly.

  Logan shifted, moving his hands to the wall beside her. Macy moved her hips, tentatively meeting his thrusts. The still tender skin of her ass touched the cold metal of his zipper. It felt as if he’d simply opened his fly and taken out his cock to fuck her.

  He began to move faster and Macy felt the familiar tide building inside of her. Her body quivered, filled with the sensation of the two of them, of him moving inside of her. She stiffened, reaching for release.

  “Come on baby. Come for me.”

  Macy needed no further urging as she exploded around him. Logan thrust once more, groaning her name as he emptied himself inside of her.

  With a hard, brief kiss to the side of her neck, Logan pulled out. Macy gasped at the sensation. She was more than a little sore.

  “Are you alright?” He tugged her around to meet his eyes.

  His concern was touching, but Macy couldn’t control the smile that stretched her lips. “Now you’re worried that you may have hurt me?”

  Logan caught her meaning, his own lips turning up as he caressed her ass cheeks. “I understand the irony of it, Miss Trent.” His look turned probing. “Are you okay, though?”

  Macy arched her aching back, thrilled by the way his eyes immediately went to her overflowing cleavage. She had no idea she could feel so sated, yet so hungry at the same time. Her body still throbbed from the unbelievable orgasm she’d just experienced. What was that, like fifty? She knew somehow that five hundred wouldn’t be enough. Her body simply craved this man.

  “I have only one…complaint.”

  One dark brow rose. “And that is?”

  “I’d like to do that again, Mr. Quinn.”

  “Is that a fact?” He cocked his head to one side, studying her intently.

  “Yes sir, that’s a fact.”

  Logan pulled her to him for a quick kiss. His lips barely brushed hers before he stepped away. “Dress quickly and leave that on.” He stuffed his growing erection back in his pants, grimacing as he closed the zipper. He opened the dressing room door and stepped through, turning to look at her with blazing eyes. “The sooner I get you home, the sooner I can fuck you again, Miss Trent.”

  That was all the incentive Macy needed. She almost fell in her haste to get her pants on and nearly ripped out her hair trying to fix it back into the loose bun at the nape of her neck.

  When she found Logan, he was in the sales area deep in discussion with Madame Tremayne.

  Although Macy didn’t like their closeness, she was somewhat appeased when he held out one arm, drawing her close to his side.

  “We’ll take everything you’ve so thoughtfully provided, Tatianna, except the one set still in the dressing room.” His hand tightened briefly, squeezing her hip. “Macy will actually be wearing one home tonight. If you would send the bill to me, I’ll see that you are sufficiently, umm, compensated for your extra trouble.”

  Madame’s eyes landed briefly on Macy before she turned a sugary smile on Logan. One slender white hand touched Logan’s shirt over his heart. “Anything for you, Logan, you know that.”

  “Thank you.” Macy watched as he lifted the hand from his chest, bringing it to his lips in a courtly gesture reminiscent of ages past. The woman threw her a triumphant look and Macy’s heart dropped to her toes. Was Logan offering his ex-lover more than monetary compensation? It appeared the older woman thought so.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  “Strip.”

  They’d barely made it through the door before Logan dropped the shopping bags filled with her new under things.

  “Now, Macy.”

  He didn’t sit down; just stood at the end of the sofa. Waiting. Watching.

  “You’ve done it before, Miss Trent.” His voice was deliberate, almost teasing. Macy was fascinated by the change in him.

  She quickly toed off her shoes and loosened the string on the jogging pants. They fell to the floor and she stepped out of them. She crossed her arms and pulled the t-shirt over her head. Her hands went to the string of her new bra. Did he want her completely naked?

  He nodded his head at her unspoken question. One tug and she was naked from the waist up. When her hand went to the string on her left hip he stopped her. He hooked a thumb under both sides and slowly pulled off the thong. He jerked it upwards as he pulled it away, sliding the thin string against her aching clit.

  Once he was done, he took a seat on the couch, lounging aback against the brown leather. Watching her watch him, he pulled his cock from his pants. He was already hard and fully erect, his member so long it almost touched his navel. Still holding her gaze, he lifted his ass and jerked his pants down to his ankles.

  “You’re going to make me come, Miss Trent, with nothing but that talented mouth of yours.” He took his cock in both hands and pumped up and down.

  It was almost the same pose he’d take last night on the edge of the bed. This time it was earthier. Dirtier. It was the middle of they day and they were about to have sex, but he was still dressed. The knit fabric of his shirt stretched across his chest. The sleeves strained as his biceps bulged with the movement of his arms.

  “Come on, baby. You know you want to.”

  She knelt between his legs. He stopped stroking himself and placed his
arms along the top of the couch.

  “Take me in your mouth.”

  Macy rose up on her knees, placing her hands on his hard thighs. The dark hair felt soft beneath her palms. He smelled delicious. He looked delicious. Recalling how it had felt when he ran his tongue down the center of her pussy, she leaned forward and stroked him with her tongue, licking him like a vanilla ice cream cone. At the top, she lingered, getting to know the shape and feel of the mushroom head. She hadn’t had time last night or this morning to learn his texture or his taste. She was going to remedy that right now.

  Intent on pleasuring him, her head bobbed in time with her ministrations. She grasped the base of his cock; her fingers didn’t close around his girth and her hand barely covered half of his length. How had she taken him inside her? Her pussy clenched, missing the fullness.

  She sucked the massive head inside her mouth then twirled her tongue over the top. When she flicked the tip lightly just over his slit, he jerked and a soft growl escaped his throat. She tightened her hand and repeated the action, pushing against the small opening with her tongue.

  “Shit, Macy.” His hand grasped the back of her hand, holding her close to him. “Again,” he ordered.

  Instead of immediately obeying his command—something she would pay for later, she was beginning to learn—she took him deeper into her mouth. She relaxed her throat, overcoming her natural gagging instinct. She’d never given a blow job before, much less deep throated a man, but she craved this one. Her body was constantly on fire for his touch and the desire to please him licked through her veins. She drew in her cheeks, sucking gently as she moved up his now huge erection. She felt his fingers thread through her hair, holding her in place. As if she’d want to stop. When only the head remained between her lips, he tightened his hold, refusing to allow her to take him back down her throat.

  “I said again, Macy.”

  She knew what he wanted and this time she gave it to him. Wrapping her lips around him, just below the flared head, she sucked him hard, tasting him with her tongue. She found the slit and pressed against it again and again, the movement a blatant imitation of the sex act. She sucked a little harder and was rewarded with a tiny drop of pre-cum.

  He spread his legs a little wider and clasped the back of her head with one of his hands. He pushed her head down, holding himself steady with the other. “Now take me down your throat and make me cum, baby.”

  Macy needed no further urging to pleasure him. Everything about him drew her. His sinful good looks, his absolute control, the total domination of everything in his world, and even his mercurial moodiness. She’d watched him, day after day, as he ran the Quinn Corporation with ease, making everyone else bow to his wishes or accede to his demands, and she’d wondered what it must be like to be in Logan’s world.

  Never would she have imagined that he would want to include her in his world in this particular way. Although she knew she would never have a permanent place, she wanted to make what she hoped would be a lasting impression.

  Much like Madame Tremayne.

  Thoughts of the older woman and what the two of them had shared—and still may be sharing—set Macy’s temper on edge. She pulled back, scraping her teeth lightly along his tender flesh.

  “Ow. Macy, what the hell…” His hand tightened in her hair, attempting to pull her mouth from him.

  Macy fought the pain in her scalp as she pulled against his hand, using her tongue to soothe the rigid length of him as she took him completely inside her mouth. Closing her lips around the base of his cock, she ran her tongue up and down his length, her cheeks pulling inward as she sucked with greater force.

  “Oh, shit, baby, that is so good.” He was no longer trying to pull her away but pushing her further down as he lifted his hips. “I’m going to cum now, honey. Keep sucking.” His hips lifted into her. “Don’t stop, baby…”

  Various emotions whirled through Macy. She, Macy-the-fat-girl-who’d-never-been-asked-out-in-high-school, had been able to arouse—and was apparently bringing pleasure to—this sinfully gorgeous man.

  “Here it comes, baby. Swallow everything like a good girl.”

  With one final lift of his hips, he exploded inside her mouth. Macy swallowed quickly, trying her best to follow his instructions. Swallow, suck, swallow, suck.

  With a satisfied groan, Logan relaxed back onto the couch, his dick sliding from her lips with a tiny pop. She sat back on her heels, unsure what would happen now. After a moment Logan reached down and pulled his pants back around his waist. The movement made his cock move, its surface still glistening from the moisture of her mouth. He’d tasted salty and creamy all at the same time. He didn’t bother to fasten them, just pulled the zipper hallway up. He stood and reached down to pull her to her feet.

  “Oh.” The movement was sudden and unexpected and Macy felt all her parts jiggling too. She giggled. No doubt a man would be offended if his cock was described as jiggly.

  “Macy.” He was in his dom mode again, making sure he had her undivided attention before continuing. She quickly reigned in her amusement. She was very tired.

  “Yes sir?”

  He was still frowning when he picked up her t-shirt and pulled it over her head, dressing her like a child. It felt good to be taken care of.

  “I have one final call to make. You can amuse yourself in any way you desire while I’m attending to business except that you may not call anyone and you may not pleasure yourself. Do you understand?”

  “I wouldn’t…” The taste of him had made her horny.

  “Don’t lie, Miss Trent.” His eyes narrowed. “I know that beautiful body of yours better than you do. I know that you want me. I know that having my dick down your throat made your pussy slick.” The statement was matter-of-fact, not the least bit conceited, but Macy could hear the conviction in his voice and recognized his words as truth. “Tell me you understand my directions.”

  Macy bit her lip, quelling the request that rose to her lips. She wanted to ask him to forget business and come into the bedroom. With her. But she wasn’t that bold. She swallowed, wetting her suddenly dry throat. “I do, sir.”

  A look of pure masculine pride flashed briefly across his handsome face. “You appear to be very suited to this lifestyle Miss Trent. Better than I even dreamed. But I have work to do now. I’ll order dinner to be delivered. Do you have any preference?”

  “Umm, no. Whatever you want will be fine.”

  He turned her toward the bedroom and gave a stinging swat to her behind. “Behave, Macy, unless you want to be punished again.” With that softly worded threat, he walked away, his bare feet slapping softly on the hardwood floor.

  Macy walked slowly down the hallway to the master bedroom, taking in the light neutral colors, the modern decor. It was cold, almost heartless. Just like the man, she thought sadly.

  Even though she was dying to see what was in the other rooms, she didn’t dare open any of the doors. She assumed they were bedrooms, but remembering his threat of the harness, she wondered if he had a specially equipped room. The only signs she’d seen or experienced so far of his dominant lifestyle was being tied to the bed and ordered around.

  He ordered her around every day at work. What was so different?

  Her butt cheeks twinged as she walked. Oh yeah, the spanking. Her punishment.

  Her body throbbed, needing the release that he’d denied her. Knowing that she couldn’t do anything about it made her even hungrier for the feel of his cock. Once in the bedroom, she flung herself facedown across the king sized bed and rotated her hips, grinding her lower body into the mattress. If she accidently happened to…

  After five minutes she turned over, pulling herself into a sitting position. Nothing but direct contact with her clit would make her come. She had to do something to take her mind off of sex.

  The problem was, now that she knew what she’d been missing, she wanted to make up for lost time. She bit her lip. Actually, she didn’t know what would hap
pen once the weekend was over and she wanted every opportunity to make her mark on Logan’s world.

  If that were possible.

  Arrgh. She was going to drive herself crazy thinking about tomorrow. Grabbing her cell phone from the table, she flicked it open, her fingers tapping quickly on the small key pad. When she didn’t get a response, she snapped the phone shut and threw it back onto the table. Shoving a pillow behind her back, she grabbed the remote and aimed it at the sixty-inch set mounted on the wall. Maybe a few sitcoms would help take her mind off of her…needs.

  Settling back against the pillows, she crossed her ankles, clenching her thighs a few times to try and relieve the tension gathered in her lower body. It only made it worse, of course. Flipping through the channels, she finally settled on reruns of The Big Bang Theory. According to the channel guide, she was good for at least an hour.

  After the first ten minutes, she was engrossed in the lively banter of the nerdy characters on the screen. She even laughed out a loud a couple of times. She moved the pillow from behind her back and threw it to the foot of the bed. Flipping over so that she was lying on her stomach—giving her sore behind a much needed break—she bunched the pillow under her chest and rested her chin on her hands. Ahh, this was normal. Peaceful and relaxing. And so welcome after the last twenty-one hours of…total madness.

  Funny how she was keeping tally.

  All good things must end…

  She had another night and one more day. She wasn’t going to think about it ending just yet.

  When the hour was done and she could find nothing else of interest, Macy turned the set off and stretched out her arms, resting her head against the soft pillow. Her bones felt weightless and she could easily go back to sleep. She smiled into the silk covered softness. It wasn’t like she’d gotten a lot of rest last night. Not that she was complaining of course. The night had been wonderful. He’d reached for her twice in dark. She’d been allowed to touch him, caress him. She’d heard his gasps and groans and gloried in the fact that he was receiving pleasure from her body.