Bound by the Texas Billionaire (BBW Erotica) (Billionaire BDSM) (Billionaire Domination) (12 page)

“Yes,
please” she murmured.

“What was that, Miss Trent?”

“Please sir.”

Adding a
second finger and then a third, he increased the pace of his invasion. Curling one finger up, he touched something inside her that made her convulse with pleasure and scream out his name. Still pumping his fingers in and out, he brought her down from the high. By the time he was finished, she was panting, ready to go again.

She heard the soft whisper of sound as he moved. What was he going to do to her now?
Take her, causing the swing to move back and forth? And where? She was completely open to him. Her mind whirled with possibilities. Was this part of the fascination with domination and submission? The excitement of the unknown. Or, was it because you gave yourself over completely to someone else’s pleasure? And trusted that person to give you pleasure.

She felt a light touch on her stomach. At first she thought it was his fingers
again. But it didn’t feel like his fingers, it was softer. Like fabric. He did it again and she knew. Leather.

“What is that?”

“Now, now, Miss Trent. I’ve warned you about questioning me, haven’t I?”

She swallowed. She remembered his respon
se when she’d questioned one of his orders earlier in the month. Her buttocks still tingled from the feel of his hand. “Yes, sir.”

He moved, coming to stand beside her head. She waited for his command
, knowing what it would be. She licked her lips in anticipation.

“Turn your head and suck me, Macy.”

The head of his cock pressed against her lips and she parted them slowly, allowing him to push inside. Her tongue swirled over him. His taste was intoxicating, addictive. She loved this.

“Wider.”

He pushed further inside, barely giving her time to adjust.

“That’s it b
aby.” He held his penis at its base, feeding himself to her. When he reached the back of her throat he stopped. If her hands had been free she would have moved his hand so she could feed herself more. She raised her head, swallowing him deeper. He took the hint and pushed forward. She relaxed, taking him as deep as she possibly could. He held himself still, as if relishing the feel of her hot mouth around him. She moved her tongue, flicking the bottom of his cock. It was all she could do until he decided to move.

Logan closed his eyes, striving for control.
Control.
Something he’d never had a problem with before Macy.

H
er talented little tongue was driving him slowly toward the edge. She had taken him deeper than she ever had before. He pushed back her hair, closing one hand around the nape of her neck. He kept the other on himself, squeezing the base of his cock to keep from coming too quickly. “I’m going to fuck your mouth now, Macy.”

That was the only warning he gave her before he started thrusting in a
nd out. Her lips pulled at him like the walls of her cunt. He couldn’t wait to come inside her sweet little pussy. He tried to control the depth of his thrusts but she didn’t allow it. She bobbed her head, taking as much of him as she could each time.

All too soon he felt his balls tighten.
Tangling his fingers in her beautiful hair, he held her still for a final thrust that was almost savage as he emptied himself down her throat. “Swallow, Macy. Every last damn drop.”

He kept himself in
side her mouth for a moment longer before pulling away. Her lips were dark red, looking almost bruised in the dim lighting.

Macy was amazed
that she’d been able to take Logan so deeply. She wished he would remove the blindfold so she could see him. His almost out-of-control movements had been worth the momentary discomfort of having him fuck her mouth a little too roughly. 

She could feel the leather whip passing
over her shoulder, across her waist and down her thighs. Suddenly Logan was between her legs, his still firm erection pressed against the mouth of her pussy.

What was he going to do?
Macy held her breath as she waited for him to move.

Sharp stings explode
d on her right breast. The whip seemed to be made of a hundred different lengths of leather, some heavier than others. Her breath caught in the back of her throat and, before she could draw another, he lashed her other breast, alternating back and forth in quick succession. Over and over again he flogged her until she sobbed, “Logan, please. They ache.”

She wasn’t protesting the pain, but celebrating the pleasure
. The restraints only added to the physical enthrallment that filled her, making her throb all over in exquisite sensation as her body arched into each blow. Each strike of the whip went straight to her womb.

“Logan.”
His name was a plea as she begged him to finish.

“Yes,” he said, as if her expression told him everything. And it did. It told him
that at this moment, she’d let him do anything he wanted with her. To her.

The realization
that Macy had given herself over to his complete control heated Logan’s blood and he went hot all over, feeling almost dizzy with passion almost too intense to be borne.

She
moved against her restraints, desperately seeking a way to quench the fire he knew burned out of control.

Logan drew a deep breath, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled her scent. Bound before him and utterly at his mercy, he could come again just from looking at her.

She was a beautiful sight. Her large, round breasts were flushed pink from the sting of the whip. Her nipples were distended, their hard peaks a testament to the pleasurable stimulation she’d received. Her small moans of need excited him ever more. She was so responsive. With just a touch, her body arched up to him like a pink, perfect sacrifice. Tears of mingled frustration and sweet anguish trailed down her cheeks as overwhelming passion racked her body.

She was close, so close now.

“Please Logan, help me.”

His dick twitched as he r
ained down several more blows, becoming more methodical in his aim. When he judged her to be on the precipice, he took a step back aiming a measured blow directly to her mound.

Macy screamed as
she came. Over and over again her body convulsed as hot ripples of delight rushed through her. Her body clenched one last time, a shocking spasm of pleasure so intense that blackness consumed her.

The touch of his mouth revived her as he kissed the tears from the corner of her eyes. Was she crying? And why? Nothing hurt. No, no, no. Everything felt wonderful. More than wonderful. Her
blindfold was gone and she could see his face. The heat and desire she saw there filled her heart with hope.

“I’ve never
seen anything quite so beautiful.”

Rosy
color spread across Macy’s cheeks. She could just image how she’d looked, bound and restrained, the whip lashing against her flesh, the jerky movements of her body as satisfaction flooded over her.

With a gentleness completely at odds with what she’d just experienced, he
removed her from the harness, gathering her up in his strong arms. His warm, hard chest felt delicious against her tingling breasts . He had whipped them until they burned. She laid her head on his shoulder as he carried her down the hallway to bed. Her eyes closed, enjoying more than she could ever express, the sensation of being carried by this man. When he put her down on the big bed and climbed in beside her, wrapping her up in his arms, she felt closer to him than she ever had before.

*****

Logan’s apartment was big. And lonely. He’d gone away on business and Macy was by herself. The first evening hadn’t been so bad. She’d watched television, talked to her sister, and taken a long hot bath. The second evening had seemed like a hundred years. Now, it wasn’t even six o’clock and the third day of his absence was crawling by. It was a good thing she didn’t have much longer to wait.

What would she do when she had to face every day without him?

The thought had raced through Macy’s mind more than once in the last twenty-four hours. When he was there with her, she’d been able to keep the troubling thoughts at bay. After all, she still had a few more days. But now, time was running out and the fear was becoming all too real.

The doorbell rang
, saving her from her thoughts. She went to answer it with a frown. Usually the doorman brought up any packages. The last one he’d delivered had conveyed a small blow to her not so brilliantly thought out plan to make Logan see the benefits of being in a committed relationship with a woman who loved him. Not that he knew Macy loved him, of course. She was afraid that if she said the actual words, he’d send her packing.

O
n the night of her grandmother’s birthday party, the night he had placed her in the harness for the very first time, he’d taken her to their bedroom afterwards. He’d tenderly laid her on the bed and donned a condom before pushing her knees up to keep her open to him. He’d pushed inside, watching as he joined them together. He’d taken her then, not violently as she’d imaged it would be after the intense bondage game, but slowly, as if he was savoring the feel of her. He’d thrown his head back, the tendons in his neck bulging as he strove to prolong his pleasure.

She didn’t
know if it was seeing her cousins with children of their own or the two glasses of wine she’d sipped on throughout the day, but in the afterglow, Macy had reminded him that she was on birth control. Having no real experience with men, perhaps she hadn’t picked the best moment to bring it up. In response he’d flipped her on her stomach, ignoring her whimper of pain as her breasts scrubbed across the silken comforter. He’d ripped another foil packet in half then plunged inside her without another word, riding her until they’d both grunted in satisfaction. Later in the night, he’d taken her mouth again. Then just before dawn, he’d put her in the harness, face down as the Japanese couple had been. He’d flogged her then taken her bottom.

The next day,
the first day of his absence, the doorman had brought up a white paper bag. Inside was a huge box of condoms. Even though she knew the uber-rich were prone to doing extravagant things, she didn’t think having five dozen condoms delivered to their penthouse suite was one of them. Logan had wanted to drive home a point. Again.

He always protected himself
.

Score one for team Logan.

The doorbell chimed a second time and Macy hastened her footsteps. Logan hadn’t ever had a visitor during time she’d been in residence. Well, partial residence. Everything she had in his apartment he had bought for her.

She pressed a button on his alarm system
–another indicator of just how far apart their worlds really were–and opened the door. Since the apartment building was so secure, she felt no hesitation about opening the door without checking to see who was on the other side.

M
aybe she should have she thought a second later. An older, harsher version of Logan stood in the doorway.

“Who the hell are you?” The gruff voice definitely belon
ged to someone related to Logan, short and to the point. The man looked too old to be his father, but perhaps he was an older uncle. Macy had no way of knowing since she knew absolutely nothing about Logan’s family.

“Who the hell are you?” Macy stood with one hand on the door an
d the other propped on her hip.

“Listen
lady
,” the tone he used indicated he thought otherwise, “I’m here to see my son.”

“He’s not here
.” Macy cursed under her breath as soon as the words left her mouth. While she wasn’t afraid, she knew better than to reveal anything of a personal nature about Logan. The man stepped forward as if to step inside but Macy blocked his path with the edge of the door. She eyed the panic button on the alarm panel and thought about pushing it. Security was only one short elevator ride away. She hid her panic behind a carefully constructed wall of confidence. Just the way Logan had taught her. “I’m sorry I can’t let you in unless Logan tells me I can.”

The look on the man’s face was apoplectic.
“I need to see my son and you’re not going to stop me.”

The angry
tone he used was enough to send a frisson of fear through her. What if he wanted to harm Logan? Surely if Logan had been expecting his father, he would have told her.

She was just
about to push the big red button when the elevator dinged and the head of security for the building complex stepped out along with a big, burly security guard.

“I’m sorry sir, you need to go with Officer Jones, please.” He placed a hand on
the older man’s arm and very discreetly pulled him away from the door and away from Macy. Surprisingly, the man went with the officer without protest.

The security chief waited until the elevator door closed before turning back to her. “I’m sorry
, Miss Trent. The officer on duty was new and thought Mr. Quinn was an authorized visitor.”

“He’s not?” Macy couldn’t stop the question.
While she would have absolutely loved to find out more about Logan, she knew his father would not have been the best source for information.