The Billionaire's Student: A BBW, Alpha Billionaire Romance (11 page)

The more time that passed, the more stupid I felt. How could I have been so naïve to think he was actually interested in me?

My phone buzzed in my pocket. When I saw the screen, my stomach did a little flip.

“Rec room. Now.”

Did he really intend to continue the farce with me?

For a moment, I hesitated. I actually considered sending him a text message and telling him to fuck off, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Despite the betrayal of seeing Tiffany splayed out in all her glory, I still craved his touch. After all, I’d just assumed we were exclusive. He’d never made any such promise. How could I hold that against him?

Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of my room and headed down to find out what he was up to. I was a bit surprised he had summoned me. Besides the fact that I thought he might’ve already grown tired of me, if he’d already had a scene with Tiffany, then why would he want to do another one so soon?

When I entered the rec room, Jace was standing beside the contraption Tiffany had been in early that day. Surely, he didn’t intend to put me in that too?

“Come here.”

I walked slowly to where he waited for me with a stern expression on his face.

“You were a bit rude at dinner.”

I was rude? I couldn’t stop the snort that bubbled up inside me from escaping. He arched his eyebrows at me. “What on earth has gotten into you?”

I just glared at him. Having already made the decision not to tell him, I wasn’t about to spill the beans already.

“Have you changed your mind about our contract?”

For a moment, just the very smallest moment, I considered telling him to take his contract and stuff it where the sun doesn’t shine. However, my need for his touch won out. I felt a bit ashamed that I could be bought so easily—that I wanted him so badly I would put up with being second best.

“No,” I whispered and bowed my head in defeat. No matter how mad I was at him for Tiffany, I couldn’t resist him.

“Strip.”

I kept my head lowered and slowly unbuttoned my shirt, letting it fall off my shoulders and onto the floor. My bra followed, landing on top of it. Grabbing the waistband, I shucked my skirt down, gathering my panties along with it and shoved them over my hips and down to my feet. I stepped out of them and stood bare before him, clad only in a pair of shiny, black high heels.

He took my hand and led me over to what I realized was a chair. It was simply reclined back and had a place to strap down arms and legs. Gesturing for me to climb into it, I hesitated for a moment and then did as he wanted. Once I’d settled into the chair, he strapped my arms and legs down with the soft, fur lined straps.

Pushing a button caused the spreaders to slide to opposite ends of the chair, opening my legs. Another push of a button made the spreaders bend at the knee and slide backward so that I was almost in the same position as a woman giving birth would be except my knees were much closer to my chest.

In front of the chair sat a sleek, black box. Jace pushed a button on the remote he held in his hand, and the top of the box slid open. A whirring sound accompanied a mechanized steel arm that rose. When I saw what was attached to it, my pussy clenched.

A huge dildo sprung out from the end of the arm. It was easily as long as Jace and possibly even bigger around. I squirmed in my chair as much as my restraints would allow as the mechanized arm extended, bringing the life-like fake cock closer to the gaping folds of my pussy.

When the tip of the dildo touched my outer lips, I sucked in a breath. It stopped for a second and Jace bent to check the alignment. With the push of another button, the cock plunged deep inside me and I cried out in shock and surprise. My back arched as the fake cock filled me with one thrust.

He twisted a dial on the remote, and the cock began to piston slowly back and forth, pulling almost all of the way out of my pussy before sliding back in. It took me a couple of strokes before I realized that it was also vibrating. The slow, steady pace of the cock was maddening.

In mere seconds, I wanted it to move faster. I
needed
it to move faster. I tried to rock against it, but the straps on my legs and the position of the chair made it impossible to move much. The relentless movement of the dildo ignited a slow burn inside me. Heat suffused my body, spreading from my throbbing pussy to my clit and out to the rest of me.

Jace walked over to stand beside the chair. When he reached over and flicked one of my nipples with his fingers, I groaned at the sudden sting. He grabbed it between his thumb and finger and rolled, and my back arched, pushing my breast against his hand. Little jolts of pleasure ran a straight line from my nipple to my pussy.

Each time he squeezed my nipple, more jolts of pleasure ran through me. My pussy was on fire. The slow fucking of the machine was bringing me close to the brink, but instead of pushing me over the edge, it just kept me hovering on the brink.

“Jace, please!” I begged.

Instead of answering, he pushed another button which caused the upper part of the chair to lower until my head was even with his crotch. Unzipping his pants, he pulled out his cock and ran the tip over my pink lips.

He pushed forward, pressing the fat head against my lips until I opened them to accept his cock in my mouth. With a groan, he slid in, his shaft gliding between my lips into the hot wetness of my mouth. Grabbing my hair, he thrust in and out, his strokes in time with the dildo fucking my pussy.

Too busy with his cock in my mouth, I didn’t see him turn the dial, but suddenly, the dildo sped up, and the vibrations increased. Jace also moved faster, plunging his cock deeper down my throat with each thrust. I found myself lost in the pleasure of being used, his real cock in my mouth and his fake one in my pussy.

Time blurred and I was aware of nothing except the sensations crashing through my body. As Jace fucked my mouth with his cock, he returned to playing with my nipples, squeezing and tugging them. My entire body felt inflamed.

“Oh god, Jace. Please, I can’t take much more. Please!”

I didn’t want to break the rule and come without permission, but I knew if he waited much longer to give it, I wouldn’t have a choice.

“Then come for me!”

When it hit me, it took me by surprise. One second, I was still hovering on the brink, the next I was falling. Pleasure erupted inside me, and my pussy throbbed around the dildo. My cries were muffled by Jace’s cock in my mouth, and my orgasm seemed to incite him further.

Using my hair, he pounded into me, slamming his cock deep down my throat as release rippled through me. I thought for sure he’d come, emptying his seed down my throat, but instead, he groaned low in his throat and withdrew from my mouth with a wet pop.

The dildo retracted, sliding out of the slickness of my pussy and continued moving until it hovered over the top of the black box. Jace moved around to stand between my legs.

Heat flared in his eyes as he drank in the sight of my gaping and glistening pussy exposed in front of him. Guiding his cock to my slick entrance, he grunted and shoved forward, thrusting his cock deep inside me. He slid in easily after the dildo had stretched me open.

There was no gentleness here. Having already been primed by the mechanical cock, my pussy was ready to take what he had to give. His fingers dug into the creamy flesh of my thighs as he fucked me hard and fast. His hips pistoned back and forth as he slammed his cock in and out of my pussy.

I could feel another wave building inside me. It grew bigger with every hard thrust of Jace’s cock inside me.

“Come for me, Katie,” Jace demanded.

I screamed his name as the orgasm exploded within me. Jace threw his head back and his cock twitched within my walls. My pussy pulsed around his cock, milking each spurt of cum from his shaft as he came with me.

Once we’d both recovered a bit, Jace hit the button to move the chair back into its original position and gently unfastened the straps that bound me to it. Confusion swirled within me.

When we were together, he seemed so thoughtful and acted as though he was truly into being with me. So why did he need Tiffany?

I stumbled when I got up from the chair, and Jace caught me with a strong grip on my upper arm.

“Sorry,” I mumbled.

“It’s my pleasure.”

Now that our scene was over, shame filled me. How could I have done that? How could I have gotten in the very same chair and let him to do to me what I assumed he’d finished doing to Tiffany only a short time ago?

Usually after a session, Jace would lead me to the couch and pull me into his arms, holding me for a while until the muscles of my body no longer felt like jello. I couldn’t abide that happening this time. I knew if I let him lead me to the couch and embrace me, the tears would fall, and I wouldn’t be able to stop them.

As Jace turned to clean the dildo before fully retracting it back inside the box, I quietly slipped out of the room. Once free, I ran for the stairs and didn’t stop until my bedroom door was locked behind me. I was in the bathroom before I realized big fat tears coursed down my cheeks.

I collapsed on the bathroom floor, my body shaking as sobs wracked me. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to give up Jace, but I wasn’t so sure I could keep this up either. My heart just couldn’t take it.

19
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The next morning, I awoke to a knocking at my door. I rubbed my bleary eyes and threw back the covers. Pulling on a robe, I stumbled to my door and opened it to find Harold standing there with a shiny, silver cart in front of him and a garment back draped over one arm.

“Good morning, Miss. Mr. Weatherton wished me to inform you that he’s sorry he cannot join you for breakfast. Instead, he instructed to have breakfast served to you in your room.”

Well this was a first. Part of my swooned at the romantic bent to being served breakfast in my room. Another part of me immediately became suspicious that he had another “guest” for breakfast and didn’t want me interrupting their time together.

I stepped aside to allow Harold to push the cart into my room.

“Also, he instructed that you take the day off from working in your office. Instead, you are to go to the spa in town and get a manicure and pedicure. After that, you are to go to the beauty shop next door to get your hair and make-up done. The spa is expecting you to be there at 1.”

He carried the garment bag to my bed and laid it across it. “When you are finished, come back to the mansion and get dressed.” He gestured to the bag. “Be downstairs and ready to leave at 5. The limo will be waiting. Mr. Weatherton will meet you at your destination.”

With the message relayed, Harold did a half bow and retreated from the room. I padded across the plush carpeted floor to inspect what was inside the garment bag. My eyes grew wide at the sight of the gorgeous gown that spilled from the bag when I unzipped it. It was sleek and black, and I imagined it probably clung to my curves just as much as the last dress Jace had bought for me.

Where on earth where we going?

I zipped the bag back up and hung it on the door of my closet before grabbing my breakfast from the cart and sitting down on the overstuffed chair in the corner of my room. Grabbing the remote, I turned on the television and watched The Price is Right as I ate my breakfast.

I had quite a bit of time to kill before my appointment at the spa, so I took full advantage of my day off and lounged around in my room, watching television and relaxing. It wasn’t something that I got to do very often as Jace always had something or other planned for me to do. Even on the weekends.

When it was time to leave, I grabbed my purse and keys and headed downstairs. I made a face when I reached the garage. I just couldn’t get used to seeing the sporty little coupe sitting in the space where my car used to be.

Jace had gotten rid of it shortly after I’d arrived. He’d used the excuse that it was getting “fixed” but it never came back from the mechanic. According to him, the mechanic had pronounced it DOA and said it was beyond repair. Within a week, he’d replaced the temporary sedan he’d loaned me with something smaller and sportier.

I got into the car and headed into town. The time at the spa would actually be a treat as I’d never had a manicure or pedicure before. When I arrived, they whisked me away to a private room where I was literally waited on hand and foot. The only irritating thing about the whole process was that I couldn’t pick out the color for my nails. Apparently, Jace had already done that for me.

When I arrived at the beauty salon next door to the spa, a petite young lady wearing a very short skirt, a blouse two sizes too small, and spiked heels greeted me at the door. Apparently, my looks didn’t meet her standards for clientele. She scowled at me as she stepped out from around the reception desk to stop me at the doorway.

“We don’t allow walk-ins.”

Swallowing my immediate irritation at her better-than-you-attitude, I smiled sweetly at her. “I have an appointment.”

She blinked at me as if my words didn’t quite penetrate her brain. Her mouth turned down in what I was beginning to suspect was a perpetual frown, she walked around the desk and glanced at her computer screen.

“Katie Darling.” I told her.

The frown suddenly changed to a beaming smile. I had a sneaking suspicion that Jace’s name was paired with mine on the calendar. “Miss Darling! Of course! I’m so sorry. Please follow me, your stylist is waiting. We were notified by the spa that you would arrive momentarily.”

She led me past several chairs filled with women of various ages and shapes. Each were chatting with their stylists as their hair were chopped, colored, and highlighted. A few of them stared openly at me when I passed by them.

“Marcel, this is Miss Darling.” The receptionist handed me over to a flamboyant male whose skin resembled milk chocolate and whose bright blue outfit matched his colorfully dyed hair.

“You just sit right here, honey.” Marcel spun his chair around for me. Once I’d sat, he turned the chair so that the back was to the mirror, and he twirled a cape around me and fastened it behind my neck. After that, he tucked a towel into the back of the cape. “Now, you just relax. I already know exactly what to do.”

I could feel the irritation from earlier creeping back in. Had Jace left instructions for my hair and make-up also? Either he had, or he’d given my stylist the information about my dress and where we going and just told him to make it fit the occasion because Marcel didn’t ask me even once what I wanted done.

Instead, he tilted me back to wash my hair and kept up a continuous stream of chatter. Even when he asked me a question, he didn’t wait for a response. I swear, either Marcel was a naturally hyper person, or the man was on something.

When he finished washing my hair and grabbed a pair of scissors, a spurt of fear sliced through me. He wasn’t going to cut off a lot, was he? I didn’t want my length shortened. I liked my hair just the way it was.

Marcel must’ve noticed the look of stark fear on my face because he patted me on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, honey. I’m just gonna trim off the ends.”

He did exactly that and then spun me around so that I couldn’t see the mirror. Grabbing a dryer, he stuck a diffuser on the end and slowly dried my hair. Then he picked up a curling iron. I never have understood why stylists used a curling iron on naturally curly hair. I mean, it already had curls, so what’s the point?

After what seemed like an eternity, he put the iron down and peered at me. He walked around my chair, inspecting his work. Nodding to himself, he rolled over a cart full of make-up and proceeded to paint my face. As the time passed, I started to get antsy. I wanted to see my hair. And I wanted to see my face. It felt as though he was slathering layer upon layer of gunk on my face.

Finally, he stopped his constant stream of chatter and stepped back to look at the final product. Apparently, he was satisfied with what he saw, because he pushed the make-up cart back to its spot.

“You ready to see?”

“Yes.”

I held my breath as he spun me around to face the mirror. What I saw reflected back at me sent the air whooshing from my lungs. Holy cow! Was that really me?

“Well?”

“Wow!” Marcel had even managed to out-do Monroe, the stylist from Carrington Acquisitions who’d done a make-over on me and given me tips on a beauty regimen. He’d piled my luxurious curls on top of my head, leaving a few trailing down the sides. And despite all the time and care he’d taken doing my make-up, I didn’t look like a clown. He’d managed to create a natural look with just a hint of color. “It looks great. Thanks so much!”

“You’re welcome. I just wish I could be there tonight wherever you’re going to see everyone staring at the most beautiful girl in the room.”

Surely he wasn’t talking about me?

“Now, be extra careful getting dressed so you don’t mess up your hair or your face.”

“I will.”

Marcel pulled the cape off me and brushed some cut hair from the back of my neck and my shirt. “Have a ball tonight, and I hope I see you again!”

I climbed out of the chair and thanked Marcel once again before exiting the salon. When I got in the car and saw what time it was, I realized I would need to hurry. Luckily, I managed to not get a speeding ticket as I raced back to the mansion.