Bound by the Texas Billionaire (BBW Erotica) (Billionaire BDSM) (Billionaire Domination) (9 page)

A clean break.

And she still worked for him. The only thing that had changed about their office dynamics was the ride in together in the mornings and then home again in the evenings.

Home. If only.

Whereas before, Logan was usually the first to arrive and the last to leave, when it was time for Macy to go home, he went home with her. Granted, he took his work home, and made numerous phone calls throughout the evening, but he was there with her. Seemingly enjoying her presence while giving her wicked commands as he conducted business from the comfort of his apartment.

Today she need
ed to leave early and go shopping for her great-grandmother’s birthday present. She still didn’t know how she was going to break the news to him that she would be gone all day Saturday. Her grandmother was turning ninety and the family had been planning the event for months. Aunts, cousins, and uncles from all over the country were coming to see her.

L
ogan had foiled her plans to slip away early when he’d cancelled his last appointment of day and stayed to work in his office. Now she’d have to ask to leave early. Something she rarely did.

But w
hat good did it do to sleep with the boss if you couldn’t ask for a few perks along the way? Maybe he’d make her pay for asking for time off. She could only hope. Walking over to the outer office door she turned the lock. The stores stayed open late.

“Come in.” His deep voice gave her per
mission to enter his inner sanctum.

He sat behind his desk, the cuffs of his shirt
turned up to reveal strong forearms with a smattering of dark hair. The Rolex on his left wrist was the only item of jewelry she’d ever seen him wear. She wondered what he’d look like with a diamond stud in one ear. Sexier, if that were possible.

“Is there somethi
ng I can help you with Miss Trent?”

Please Dear Lord
, she prayed, don’t let this month go by too fast.

“I was wondering if I could leave early today.”

He looked up from the report he was reading, one dark brow quirked.

“Sir.”

He put down his pen and gave her his full attention. “Are you trying to take advantage of our contract, Miss Trent?”

Was the man a damn mind reader?

“I never ask for time off sir. I was hoping you would make an exception just this one time.”

“I remember a day not so long ago that you took it upon yourself to take off several hours and arrived at your office quite late.”

Drat
. The man had a mind like a steel trap.

“That won’t happen again, sir.” There would be no opportunity. Once the month was over, her
employment would end. She was staking her entire career—not to mention her heart—on the hope that her love for Logan would penetrate the barriers he’d had in place for so long, and the possibility that he might love her too.

Risky.

But a risk she had to take. Better to know one way or the other than to always wonder.

“Do
n’t you have a date tonight, Miss Trent?”

“I do, sir, but not until later. I believe
the gentleman is taking me out for a late dinner.”

“
Make sure you eat something before then,” he ordered.

Right, Macy thought so
the dresses you bought me will be even tighter
. Madame Treymane had sent over her new clothing, including matching accessories, which alone cost more than her car—and it had been new! They’d had an argument which ended with her over his knee and all the clothes put away nice and neat. What Logan hadn’t realized was Macy was never going to remove any of the tags and had enjoyed the spanking probably more than he had. Although the way he’d taken her afterwards…

“All fun and games
aside, Macy, why do you need to leave early?”

“I need to go shopping for a present
for my great-grandmother’s birthday.”

“
Ahh, yes, Alessandra Tartaglia, soon to be ninety-years old. A woman of that age deserves a large celebration don’t you think, Miss Trent?”

Crap. He knew about the
party. How the hell did he know?

“Yes, I most certainly do.”

“Am I invited to the party, Miss Trent
?”

Macy sucked in a deep breath. What did she say?
She’d never planned on asking him, hoping she could just slip away for a couple of hours and he’d never know. Her family was loud, boisterous, and big. He’d be uncomfortable as hell, but could they break through some of his icy control? Or would they send him scurrying back into his thick shell? Only one way to find out.

“Mr. Quinn would you like to go to my Grandma Tartaglia’s birthday party this we
ekend?”

“
It’s about time, Miss Trent,” he nodded approvingly. “We’ll go shopping before dinner. Now have a seat while I finish.”

Logan smiled at how easily Macy had been caught in her own little trap. He’d been wondering how sh
e was going to tell him she’d be unavailable for the weekend. He hadn’t expected her to ask to leave early today. His heart had stopped for just a moment when he imaged her leaving to meet another man.

Another sign his
fanatical control was fracturing. The primary splinters had appeared in those first passionate days. Their mating and been raw and wild. He’d done things that he hadn’t done since he’d first embraced the Dom lifestyle. He’d pushed her to her limits in an attempt to make her the perfect submissive. But she’d pushed back. And he’d allowed it. Oh, she hadn’t used her safe word. She hadn’t needed to. No, she’d used those soft doe-like eyes of hers and he’d caved every time. Her emotions were right there on the surface, easy to read. All but a few anyway. Like the intense expression in her deep chocolate eyes when she thought he wasn’t looking.

He
wasn’t ready to delve into those emotions.

Without looking up he spoke. “Sit on the edge of the chair and spread your legs.”

His senses were attuned to her every movement and he knew when she had obeyed his command. “Now unbutton your blouse and raise your skirt.”

The rustle of clothing told him she was obeying.

“What color are your panties today, Miss Trent?”

She laughed and he let her inappro
priate behavior pass without a reprimand because he loved that sound. She did it quite often when something delighted her or embarrassed her. He gave her a quick glance and was pleased to discover she was enjoying herself.

“This sounds like an obscene
phone call, Mr. Quinn.”

He pursed his lips to keep from smiling.
“The color, Miss Trent.”

“Blue.”

His third favorite color on her. Black, green, then blue. Each one highlighted her Italian ancestry, making her olive toned skin appear even more vibrant. She was wearing one of the new outfits he had brought her along with silky hose and high heels. Funny, he could still remember his first night with her and those practical little pumps she’d worn.

“Now finger yourself.”

Macy’s breath hissed out between her teeth at his order.

“Why?”

Logan hadn’t made eye contact with her since he’d invited himself to her great-grandmother’s party. She thought he was going to refuse to answer her when he lifted his head and she saw his eyes. They had grown languid, closing half-way, giving him that heavy-lidded look that made her insides turn to mush.

“Because I’m goi
ng to fuck you, Miss Trent. Against the wall. And I want you wet.” He turned his attention back to his report.

Yeah, like I really need to touch myself to make that happen.

Her pussy had been dripping with moisture all day.

“What was that, Miss Trent?”

She didn’t answer. Seated like this she felt exposed and vulnerable—and sexy as hell. She slid her finger down the middle of her blue satin panties, groaning when she touched her clitoris. She knew it wouldn’t take long for her come. She’d never realized she was such a sexual being. Logan had given her that. Cursed her with that. She knew no one could ever satisfy her like he did.

“Harder, Miss Trent.”

She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feel of her fingers against the most sensitive part of herself.

Moments later she was moaning his name.
“Please, please, may I come sir?”

Logan almost exploded in his own pants as Macy begged perm
ission for her release. Whether she realized it or not, she had completely embraced certain aspects of the lifestyle of a submissive. A sub never came without permission from her master. He rose and donned protection as he walked toward her.

“Not yet, Macy.”

Before she could protest, he lifted her from the chair. Her legs instinctively wrapped around him and he relished the feel of her weight in his arms. In two steps, her back was against the wall and he was inside her. He took her with one swift, sharp thrust. She buried her face in his neck and screamed, her hips moving convulsively as he took her again and again. She was as wild for him as he was for her. He drove into her hard and fast. “That’s it, Macy, take me. Feel me inside you.”

“Lean back,” he ordered. She complied,
but kept her arms around his neck and her eyes closed. Her breasts swayed as he pounded inside her. He bent forward and pulled the cup of her bra away from one nipple, taking it deep into his mouth. She moaned and clasped his head to her breast. She could no longer move. She simply accepted his possession. And her own pleasure. Just like a good little sub should.

*****

“What? Is something wrong?” The next day, Macy glanced down at her outfit as Logan leaned against the door of the bedroom watching her. She’d dressed in blue jeans and a silky emerald green top that hugged her curves. It was one of the new outfits he’d bought her that she hadn’t been able to resist once she tried it on. She didn’t wear blue jeans very often. The off-the-shelf offerings were not made for women who had additional assets so to speak. These jeans had been tailored to fit. And they did. Well.

Not that she’d ever be the type of woman to let a man decide what she should and should not wear, she wanted to please Logan. More than that
, she wanted to make him proud of her. “Don’t you like what I’m wearing?”

“Oh, I like it Miss Trent. I like it a lot.”

Macy smiled. When he said ‘Miss Trent’ in that tone of voice it usually meant she was in for a marathon session of sex which either ended or began with her tied to the bed.

“Behave yourself, Mr. Qui
nn. We’re expected at my parents’ house in half an hour.”

He stalked toward her, the gracefulness of his movements reminding her of
a large, jungle cat. “Plenty of time for me to get you out of those jeans.”

She titled her head and looked up at him. “Do you really like them?”

He shook his head as if he couldn’t believe she would ask such a thing and reached for her, pulling her against him. Against the rigid length of his dick beneath his casual kaki pants. “No, I really like what’s inside them.”

She put her arms around his neck and gr
ound her mound against him making them both groan. “Well, I am glad you like them.” She looked up at him, her expression almost shy considering the things they had shared in the last few weeks. Two more weeks, that’s all she had left. “I’m glad you like me.”

Logan gave her a swift, hard kiss instead of a reply. Not that she’d expected one, but it wo
uld have been nice. He disentangled her arms and pulled away.

“Time to go.”

A black SUV waited for them on the street outside the apartment building. Macy was glad. Explaining Logan to her family was going to be difficult enough; explaining her arrival at her grandmother’s birthday party in a limousine would have been impossible. But she did wonder when he had occasion to use the four-wheel drive vehicle.

As if he read her thoughts, he said, “It’s easier when Jim drives. I can do work while stuck in traffic.”

“I didn’t say a word.”

“No, but you thought it.”

“Thank you for my grandmother’s present.” She fingered the present that lay between them on the leather seat. It was wrapped in exquisite golden paper and she knew her grandmother would enjoy the wrapping almost as much as the present itself. Well, not really. “I know I shouldn’t have let you do it, but I’m glad I did.”

A grunt was his only response as he concentrated on changing lanes.
Macy leaned back in her seat. Before she’d spent time with Logan, she’d never know how decadent leather could feel. “Hmm, I wonder what it would feel like to wear a leather thong.”

The SUV swerved a little and he groaned.
“Damn it to hell, Macy, I’m driving here.”

Macy laughed, feeling happy
and carefree at once. Any time she could put another dent in his armored exterior, she felt positively giddy.

The party was in full
swung by the time they arrived at Macy’s parents. The wave of laughter and music hit Logan as soon as he stepped inside the Trent’s one story, ranch style house. It was a nice house as far as houses went. Middle-class, middle-of-the-road. He tried not to cringe as a surge of people came out to greet them.