Bound by the Texas Billionaire (BBW Erotica) (Billionaire BDSM) (Billionaire Domination) (13 page)

“Umm, not really. Mr. Quinn usually informs us when he’s stopping by.

“Thank you for coming up so promptly.”

“My pleasure.” He hesitated.

“Was there something else?”

“
Mr. Quinn’s father usually doesn’t come by unless he’s on leave.”

Macy couldn’t help
herself, she had to ask. “He’s in the military?” Now she hesitated. “He looked, so, umm...”

“Old?”

“Well, yes.” Logan’s father had not aged well at all. And she didn’t want that for Logan. She wanted him to live a long, healthy and happy life.

“I think he
’s lived a hard life.” He paused as if he knew he shouldn’t continue. “I’m not one to gossip, but he usually doesn’t come here unless–”

“He wants something from his son.” Macy finished the sentence for him. “Most family members are like that.”
Her big family had its share of unsavory relatives as well.

“Some family members are worse than other though, miss.”
He turned toward the elevator. “I’ll make sure this doesn’t happen again.”

“Thank you.” Macy closed the door, a million questions rushing through her mind.

And she couldn’t ask Logan any of them.

*****

Logan closed the bedroom door behind him, leaning against it as he took in the sight of Macy in his bed. She wore another of his white dress shirts, even though he knew she had a drawer full of negligees and night clothes. She lay on her side, exhausted no doubt by their almost marathon bout of sex for the last few weeks. When she’d agreed to extend the contract, it had taken him days to relieve the ache that had been riding him. Now it simmered just below the surface, ready to rise at the slightest provocation.

He snorted at his unintended pun. His cock had been on the “rise” for two solid days.
He itched to crawl under the covers with her, to stroke her and tease her into wakefulness. He clenched his hands into fists knowing that he couldn’t. He’d kept her in his bed the rest of the weekend after her grandmother’s party, stopping only to eat. The last time he had taken her, she’d tried to hide the flinch of discomfort. Logan felt ashamed that his unrelenting demands on her luscious body had caused her pain. He felt even worse that he’d been unable to stop. His lack of control with her had scared him shitless.

Logan stared at her sleeping form, his heart thumping like a drum against his ribs.
She lay on her side, her face buried in the pillow she hugged—his pillow. One plump leg, bent at the knee, lay atop the satin sheet that hid most of her delectable body from his eyes. Dark circles the same size as his fingertips dotted the back of her thighs where he’d held her as he’d taken her ass while she was suspended in the harness before he left on his trip. When she’d mention being on the pill, something inside him had snapped. He’d immediately pictured her surrounded by dark-haired children and he’d done his best to drive the image away, taking her again and again.

He didn’t want to acknowledge the other feelings
swirling around inside him. The one that told him Macy was the one. The one who could change his world forever.

He wanted to mount her
right now, to be inside her welcoming body. Her hair was in a dark tangle of curls around her head and her long lashes made sooty shadows against her cheeks. He undressed as quietly as possible and slipped into bed beside her. He pulled his pillow away and she immediately curled around him.

“I missed you,
” she mumbled against his chest, slowly waking up.

“I missed you too.”

Macy’s breath caught in the back of her throat when Logan answered her back. Somehow she knew he’d never said those words to another living soul.

His hand slowly stroked her hair.
“Did anything happen today?”

She looked up at him. “Why do you ask me questions you already know the answer to? Don’t you trust me?”

When he hesitated, she sighed. “As the head of security must have already told you, your father stopped by.”

“What did he say?”

“He didn’t get a chance to say anything. Your henchmen showed up to carry him away.”

“Don’t get snarky with me, wom
an.” He almost smiled as he tapped her nose. “I was concerned.”

“Concerned he might have revealed
some of your deep dark secrets.”

That did make him smile. “After
the past few weeks, I think you’ve learned all of my deep dark secrets.”

“Oh really? And exactly what ha
ve I learned?” Macy’s tone really was snarky now. She wanted to know what had caused him to don his emotionless façade. She wanted to help him. More than anything she wanted to love him.

“You’ve learned my favorite
position is doggy style.” She punched him in the ribs for that comment. “You’ve also learned that in that position, I love to fuck both your pussy and your ass.”

He grabbed her hands before she could poke him again and moved over top of her
, covering her with his naked body.

“My father i
s a hard man. He made
me
a hard man.”

She wiggled one of her hands free to stroke his cheek.
“Have you ever wondered what made
him
that way?”

With a heavy exhalation, h
e rolled off of her, onto his back. “Yeah. A woman.”

Great, Macy thought.
Not only was she having compete with real and breathtakingly beautiful women who flitted in and out Logan’s life, now she had to deal with women who’d apparently screwed with his father.

“
My mother.”

Double
whammy.
She propped up on her arm to look down at him. “Did she leave your father?”

“When I was five. She couldn’t take being married to a military man.
Or so he said.”

Macy frowned, something didn’t sound right.
“So your father wasn’t able to see you very often when you were growing up. That happens in families where the parents are divorced. You could try to build a relationship with him now.”

“My father saw m
e plenty while I was growing up,” he laughed harshly. “Well, maybe that’s the wrong thing to say. He didn’t see
me
. He never did. I was just another belonging to pack up and move when he got new orders.”

So his mother not only left his father but abandoned her young so
n as well. “She never came back?”

“My father said she died when I was seven.”

“You sound like you don’t believe him.”

“I didn’t
at first so I hired a private investigator. Turns out the bastard was right. She died in an automobile accident two years after she left my father. So either way I would have ended up with him eventually.”

And had t
he same childhood, Macy thought sadly. She saw him as tough little boy trying to fit in, trying to make his dad happy. Trying to control his environment.

“
Maybe he wants to make amends.” Macy spread a hand across the center of his chest, relishing the feel of his heartbeat beneath her fingers. She twirled a finger around his nipple, watching in fascination as it puckered immediately. “He’s your father. He’s family.”

He captured her hand.
“You have an unrealistic view of family, Miss Trent. You and all your damn relatives see life through a pair of rose colored glasses.” His face closed up and Macy was afraid she’d pushed him too far. But she was running out of time. Even though something had altered in their relationship after her Grandmother’s party, his next words surprised the hell out of her.

“
You’re binding me with velvet ropes.”

Her heart stopped beating but she managed
to smile at him. Determined not to go all clingy and possessive at this small sign of softening she said, “Sounds kinky.”

Thankfully her flippant remar
k earned her a slap on her rear and not a dark glower.

He
slid his arm under her waist, tugging her up until she sat astride his hips.

S
he immediately tried to move away. They had never made love in this position before with her on top. It was silly she knew, but she felt more exposed now than when he had her tied spread-eagle across his bed. Nothing was hidden from his eyes. Or draped in a more complimentary angle. “No, Logan. Not like this.”

“Yes, Macy,
” he settled her firmly against him, “exactly like this. You start and I’ll finish.” He grinned up at her wickedly. “I’m going to fuck you every which way to Sunday.”

“But –”

“Be quiet Miss Trent or I’ll have to gag you.”

“
You wouldn’t dare.”

One
dark eyebrow arched at her defiance and Macy wondered if she would ever get tired of making that happen.

*****

Their month was swiftly drawing to an end and Logan had reverted to his former ways. For the last week, he’d arranged meeting after meeting during the evening hours, leaving her alone in the apartment. When he was there they had sex. It was great sex, but that’s all it was. The intimacy had disappeared. She had the distinct feeling he was trying to push her away before it was actually time for her to leave. She’d gotten too close.

It was Friday and they had one more weekend together. Not a good sign considering how their first weekend together had ended.
The door to the outer office opened and a courier walked in carrying a small black box. She frowned as she signed for it. It was from the same jewelry store Macy had used in the past to order diamond tennis bracelets for Logan’s discarded women. That’s how she’d thought of them. That’s how she still thought of them. Of herself. She knew she would soon join their ranks.

Her hand tightened around it, the corners biting into the palm of her hand. Did he think he could say goodbye to her so easily?
Without any emotion? She laughed, a sound edged with slight hysteria. Didn’t he remember meeting her family?

She stood and walked to
his door, opening it without knocking. She looked at him with all the insecurities and inadequacies she’d ever felt, multiplied now, thanks to this little black box, to a degree she wasn’t sure she could ever overcome again.

She
had
been just another warm body.

He sat at his desk, the
phone receiver in his hand. She’d forgotten he was on an overseas call to Japan. Not that she really gave a damn at the moment. She let all the hurt she was feeling sound in her voice. “What? I don’t even rate a dozen roses to go with my kiss-off gift?”

“I’m sorry, Osaka, Miss Trent apparently needs my attention right away.” He listened to the voice on the other end of the line for a moment then responded in English.

“I agree, submissive
s sometimes do not remember their place.” He wasn’t smiling as he disconnected the call.

“What is this?”
Macy shook the black box at him.

“Why don’t you open it and see, Miss Trent.”

“I don’t need to,
Mr. Quinn
. It’s a tennis bracelet, isn’t it? The same piece of jewelry you give all your women when you’re done with them.”

“
Our month is almost up. I thought you deserved a bonus. Especially since you took to the harness so well.”

She slung the
box at him. It fell on his desk, opening as it slid across the smooth surface. A golden chain holding a tiny diamond studded replica of a bondage harness cascaded out of the box. He picked it up, his finger smoothing over the pendant.

“You’re not the first woman I’ve wanted, Miss Trent. Certainly not the first woman I’ve dominated. Nor do I expect you’ll be the last.” He laid the necklace down.

“That
remark wasn’t necessary.” Macy’s voice was stiff with hurt pride at the reminder that she was just one of the many women he’d pleasured.

“Yes, it was,” he retorted calmly. “You want to play house
, Miss Trent. And I never will.”

Macy shook her head, suddenly weary of constantly holding her feelings in check. Their time was over. What did she have to lose?

“You don’t understand, do you? I didn’t sign that stupid contract because I needed to let you set the boundaries for our sexual encounters. And I didn’t sign it for the stipend you thought you were going to give my sister.” She swallowed the anguish ripping through her as tears pooled in her eyes. “I signed the damn thing because of you, Logan Quinn. Because I loved you. I wanted to prove to you that you were worthy of love.

“Excuse me?” H
is voice was deceptively mild.

Macy no longer cared i
f she drove him away. She realized instantly you couldn’t drive someone away when they were running away of their own free will.

“That’s what you think isn’t it? That’s why you have to be in such control of everything you do. You have
to control your company; you have to control sex. You control the few women you allow in your life by having them sign a damn contract before you’ll make love to them.” She made a cutting motion with her hand. “Oh, wait, the mighty Logan Quinn doesn’t make love. He has sex. Consensual sex where both parties get exactly what they need. Did you get what you needed from me, Logan?”