Bound by the Texas Billionaire (BBW Erotica) (Billionaire BDSM) (Billionaire Domination) (6 page)

What had she become?

“Logan?”

Pushing his finger
beneath the almost non-existent barrier of her panties he found her clit, rubbing the swollen nub rhythmically. “You’re so wet, baby,” he whispered, as he slid his finger slowly along the lips of her pussy. “So. Very. Wet.”

Macy bit her lip to keep from screaming
as he plunged his finger inside her. His other hand cupped her breast, pinching her nipple painfully. She closed her eyes to better absorb the myriad sensations rioting through her.

“No, Macy.” Logan’s rough order had her opening her eyes. “
Watch them.”

The man was using the whip again as the woman continued to suck him. The leather strips flayed across her lower back, the tips landing stinging blows across both buttock cheeks.

“See how she raises her hips in anticipation? Would you like that Macy?” He inserted another finger into her dripping pussy. “Do you want me to suspend you in a harness and lash your luscious ass with a leather whip while you suck me dry?”

Macy whimpered at the erotic images, both visual and mental.

“Hmm? Is that what you want, baby?”

Macy could barely think.
Did she want to be the woman on the receiving end of the whip? She could see the very noticeable red marks where the leather had bitten into the woman’s tanned flesh.

Macy panted as he moved his finger
s faster, pulling them almost completely out before plunging inside her again and again. The pleasure was unbearable yet she never wanted it to stop. Whatever he wanted to do to her, he could. As long as he could deliver the mind-blowing ecstasy she’d found with him.

“You keep threatening that punishment, Mr. Quinn
,” she panted, pushing down against his hand. “Which makes me wonder if you really know how to use that particular piece of equipment correctly or if you’re all talk.”

“I can use a lot of toys, sweetheart,” he growled, thrusting a third finger into her hot cavern. Grinding
his cock against her ass, he whispered, “Do you need a reminder on whether I know how to use this particular piece of equipment?” His thumb pressed against her clit and Macy shuddered. She knew she on the verge of exploding. She wanted him inside of her, taking her fast and hard as they watched the couple before them reach their own climax.

“Come for me, Macy.” As if her body had been waiting for his command, Macy felt herself clench around his fingers.
His other hand moved from her breast to tangle in her hair, destroying the carefully upswept style as he tugged her face around to his, capturing her lips in a rough, almost clumsy kiss. But Macy didn’t care. He was kissing her. Sharing her pleasure. This wasn’t just about his control over her and her body.

He stayed with her, pleasuring her until her body sagged against him in completion. He held her as though he never wanted to let her go and Macy fervently hoped that he wouldn’t.

“I’m sending you home in the morning.”

So much for hope.

“Okay.” She wasn’t going to argue. What would be the point? Besides, she wasn’t quite able to form any coherent words just yet. She could still feel the aftershocks of her orgasm rolling through her very satisfied pussy.

“And you will sign another contract.”

“I’ll think about it.”

*****

“Sign the damn contract, Macy.”

“N
o.” She pushed the papers away and silently smirked as he said her name. He rarely addressed her as Macy in the office. She had the satisfaction of knowing that when he did, she’d made him lose some of his famous control.

He
’d returned yesterday from Japan, the deal signed, sealed and delivered after another week of intense negotiations. A week in which Macy had come to doubt he’d meant what he said. He hadn’t called, just sent impersonal e-mails whenever he needed something done.

His attorney had shown up a
half hour ago with the new dom/sub contract in hand. It listed hard limits and soft limits, rewards and punishments. Compensation and expectations. Her eyes widened at some of the sexual exploits that were included. She was pretty sure some were just down right impossible given her size and lack of athletic ability.

Perhaps they
had been in the original one she had refused to sign, but she didn’t think so. She thought this was his way of stripping away any hint of emotion in their relationship.

This time h
e’d included a trust which would give Allyson an allowance while she attended medical school, not to mention the lump sum payment Macy would receive at the end of their month together. If she invested it correctly, she’d never have to work another day in her life. Which was great, considering she’d no longer have a job with Quinn Enterprises at the end of the month. On the upside, it appeared that he thought it would take him at least a whole month to satisfy his itch.

Macy had deci
ded on her long plane ride back–alone–that she was going to show Logan Quinn just what it was like having sex with a woman who truly wanted him. All of him. Not just the controlled façade he presented to the world.

“What if I don’t agree with some of the, umm, conditions?”

The two stared at each other, neither will
ing to give an inch. After a moment the other person in the room cleared his throat. “Perhaps I should come back later, Mr. Quinn. After you and Ms. Trent have discussed the particulars in private.”

“There’s no need for that,
Henry.” Logan rose to his feet and walked toward Macy. She tried to keep her glance steady. She could not let this man see how much he affected her just by breathing.

“Come.” He held out his hand and she hesitated briefly before taking it. What was he going to do? Spank her in front of his attorney? While the thought of him spanking her did turn her on, the idea of him doing so in front of anyone was not acceptable.

But she took his hand anyway. She’d thought this through again last night. All night long. She was tired of being afraid, tired of not going after what she wanted in life. If Logan Quinn wanted her–if only for a month or even another weekend, she was going to jump in with both eyes wide open. She did not want to sign the contract, however. She wanted
him
to jump in just for the hell of it.

He ushered her
to the other side of the room. Out of hearing distance but not out of view of his attorney. “You’re going to sign this contract, Miss Trent.”

“
Because you’re ordering me to sign it?” She tilted her head back in defiance. “You need the contract, not me. You’re the one who needs control. Not me. I’m fine. Women take chances every time they make love with a man. Can’t you take that same chance? Oh, wait, you don’t make love, you have sex with women.”

He didn’t respond to her verbal tirade.
“You will sign this contract, Miss Trent.”

“No, I won’t.”
She shrugged. “Why should I?”

Logan smiled. She’d seen that smile one too many times not to know what it meant. He knew he was about to close the deal.
He bent to whisper in her ear, licking the underside of her jaw as he spoke. “Don’t make me prove how wet you are. How much you want me inside you, stretching you, stroking you. Don’t make me prove how much you want me. Crave me.”

“Okay, okay.” Macy couldn’t take any more.
Imagining the feel of him inside her had done more than soak her panties. It’d brought her to the brink of orgasm.

She had no doubt whatsoever that he’d yank her skirt up and test the state of her readiness in front of the attorney.
She walked back to his desk and took the solid silver pen from his desk set–he hated it when she did that. Logan pushed the blue cover toward her, his eyes filled with hot promises she couldn’t wait for him to fulfill.

If the piece of paper gave him a feeling of security, then she’d sign it. She smiled. Was the contract Logan’s
insurance policy, much like an engagement ring was to a woman? A promise? A commitment? It didn’t mean she had to take the money at the end of their time together. She knew she wouldn’t. Nor did it mean she’d be performing all the sexual acts described. She blushed thinking about the secretary who had typed this. Maybe she needed to get a job with Henry Stewart after all this was over. Working for him would certainly never be dull.

The attorney took the signed contract and placed it in his briefcase. No doubt Logan was afraid to leave it in his off
ice, in case she decided to put a match to it. He snapped his briefcase closed, the sound loud in the quiet room. “Please call if you require my assistance again at any time, Mr. Quinn.”

“Will you come to my assistance, Mr. Stewart?”
Macy drawled sweetly.

“I, umm.” He looked from her to Logan, swall
owing hard at the thunderous express on Logan’s face.

Macy
laughed. “Don’t panic. I just wanted to know if I could call on you for bail money when I’m arrested for murdering your boss.”

It took all of Mr. Stewart’s years of experience not to grin.
He wondered if his client really knew the woman beside him. After meeting Macy Trent in person, he’d silently withdrawn all his objections to the conditions Logan had included. Even those concerning Logan’s insistence that the medical scholarship for Ms. Trent’s younger sister be administered by the college. The woman had no intention of taking any of the money. He’d done several of these same types of contracts for Mr. Quinn over the years. Those other women had been eager—too eager to sign. They wanted the payout. Macy Trent was nothing like them. He’d stake his reputation on that.

After the attorney left, Macy stood wit
h her arms folded, the stance clearly one of defiance. Logan thought of allowing her to stand there, waiting. If she thought she could win at this obvious play for power, she was soon going to learn her lesson. The first of many. He’d gone easy on her the weekend they’d been together. Except for the last time they’d had sex. He’d taken her ass because he’d been determined to show her he was in control. That she was there simply for his pleasure.

To put it crudely, i
t had been one of the best fucks of his life.

He hid his grin. She still hadn’t moved.
He wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised if she started to tap her toe, waiting for him to speak. The pose bunched her breasts, deepening her cleavage. She wore a simple white blouse which buttoned all the way down. She’d left the top ones undone and it gave Logan a tantalizing view of the flesh he’d held in his hands. And kissed. And licked. And suckled.

It was time to show Macy Trent just who was i
n charge. He was somewhat surprised that she had signed the contract. It not only listed some very demanding sexual conditions, but also an allowance for her sister, and a payment for her services rendered. It also stated that Macy would no longer have a job at Quinn Enterprises at the end of the thirty day period. For some reason her agreeing to that upset him, even though he admitted to himself that he’d never be able to treat her with the same friendly detachment as he had past submissives. He couldn’t see himself watching Macy go on with her life after their relationship was over. It was better to end their affiliation altogether.

He’d included the allowance for her sister because
he didn’t want Macy to suffer from her decision to be with him. What she earned as a result of keeping her part of the contract, would be hers. There would be no need for her to have to use those earnings to help her sister with school. To ensure that, he’d also went through with setting up the scholarship. Macy may be stubborn enough not to accept his help directly, but he knew she’d swallow her pride if it would help her family.

Swallow. Damn, he couldn’t wait to get her on her knees again.

But first things first.

He advanced towa
rd her slowly, hiding his smile as her body tensed in anticipation.

“Open
your mouth.” Fire shone in her pretty brown eyes, but she obeyed. When she parted her sweet, luscious lips, he lowered his head and took her mouth with his. His tongue slid past her lips to tangle in an erotic dance with hers. It had been so long since he’d had a taste of her. He usually didn’t indulge too much in the intimate act of kissing with his women, but Macy’s taste was like a drug. He needed it. He needed her.

“Harder, Logan
” She gave a command of her own as her hands curled into his hair, biting into his nape as she pulled him closer. “Harder.”

He broke away
from her hold, his breathing harsh. “I give the commands in this relationship, Miss Trent.”

“Do we have a relationship?” she asked
pertly, apparently buoyed by the barely leased passion in his kiss.

“Yes,
” he bit out, trusting she would believe he was referring to the dom/sub relationship set out in the contract she’d just signed. He only wished he could make himself believe it that easily.

Wrapping his arms around he
r, he pulled her closer, forcing her to shift her stance as he inserted one long leg between hers. Her skirt bunched up, baring her legs as she straddled him. Cupping her waist in his hands, he moved her, up and down, rubbing her center over the hardness of his thigh.