The Billionaire's Student: A BBW, Alpha Billionaire Romance (9 page)

15
.

The twang of a guitar and the sultry southern voice of Luke Bryan intruded on my sleep, and I groped for my cell phone, which was not only playing my favorite song by the cute country music singer but was also vibrating against the wooden surface of my nightstand. My fingers wrapped around the buzzing phone, and I groggily swiped my finger across the screen to turn off the blaring song. I tossed it onto the bed beside me and rolled over.

Jace was gone.

Disappointment welled up within me. As we’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms the night before, I’d imagined waking up in the same position, with his arm around me, and my head tucked against his shoulder while the rest of me snuggled up to his side. Instead, sometime during the night or early morning, he’d managed to disentangle himself from me and sneak out of the room.

I threw my arm up over my head and sighed. I guess it was too much to wish for to wake up in the arms of my sexy billionaire boss—even if he had declared feelings for me. Lying in my bed, I let my mind wander back to the night before and the amazing experience of sex for the first time.

Honestly, after the two different spanking incidents, I expected my first time to happen while I was strapped to a piece of black furniture in his rec room. I felt a clenching between my legs at that thought. So maybe I didn’t want my first time to happen in that room, but I wouldn’t say no to my second time occurring there.

Something about giving up every ounce of control to Jace turned me on hotter than I’d ever been before. I didn’t have to think about what to do. I didn’t have to worry about my advances being rejected. I didn’t have to be afraid that my inexperience would send him running for the hills. I simply had to follow his orders.

Thinking back on the night before, I had a feeling the way it had happened was for my benefit. Jace had already explained that his needs in the sex department were out of the ordinary. Considering the contents of his rec room and my previous punishments, I could just imagine what his needs entailed.

And while I definitely wanted a repeat performance of what I’d experience the night before in my bed with Jace, I also yearned for what he had to teach me in the rec room. Could he do a mixture of naughty and sweet?

I dragged myself out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom to get ready for the day. Stepping into the luxurious shower, I let the steaming, hot water wash away the tenseness from my muscles. I stood under the spray for a few moments, letting it beat down on my body before grabbing the shower puff and squirting body wash onto it.

Once I’d gotten clean, I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around me. I padded into the bedroom. As I walked from one room to the next, I felt a slight tenderness between my legs. I couldn’t help the smile that turned up my lips. I might’ve been a little sore, but it was a
good
soreness. And one I was more than willing to submit to on a regular basis.

I dropped the towel on my bedroom floor and headed toward my dresser for underwear. Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I passed, I stopped for a moment. My smile drooped at what I saw reflected in the glass. Years of self-doubt crept back into my mind.

Did Jace truly have feelings for me or had I just been a convenient place for him to meet a need? Looking at myself, I couldn’t understand what he might see in me. Every part of my body was bigger than it needed to be. I might’ve had an hourglass figure, but it was a fat hourglass.

Jace had told me I was beautiful. But for the life of me, I didn’t see anything beautiful in my reflection. Well, except maybe my hair. I had bitchin’ hair.

Gritting my teeth, I scurried away from the mirror. I opened the drawer that held my panties. For the briefest moment, I seriously considered going back to the plain, white cotton. What was the point of putting on something sexy?

Despite my misgivings, I bypassed the plain underwear and opted for a lacy, black thong. Jace didn’t want to see plain, white cotton, and on the chance that he’d be looking under my skirt at some point during the day, I decided it best if I wear something more provocative than boring cotton.

I arrived at the breakfast table to discover he’d already eaten and gone. Sophia was clearing his plate as I walked into the room. I wasn’t late, so I couldn’t understand why he wasn’t there. My heart fell into my stomach as I sat down.

First, he wasn’t in bed with me when I woke up. Now, he wasn’t at the breakfast table. Was he avoiding me? Did he regret the night of passion we’d shared?

The cook placed a steaming plate of food in front of me. Normally, I would salivate at the mound of cheesy eggs and strips of bacon, plus two fluffy biscuits and creamy, white gravy. However, I no longer had much of an appetite.

Glumly, I pushed the eggs around my plate. Each bite felt like lead in my stomach. It sat so heavily that I pushed my plate away after only eating about a fourth of the food on it.

“Are you not feeling well?” asked Sophia when she came back into the room and saw my pushed away plate.

“I’m just not very hungry this morning.” I shoved my chair back and stood up.

“Mr. Weatherton left word for you to join him in his office once you’d finished breakfast.”

“Thanks.”

I took slow, small steps as I left the dining room and headed for Jace’s office. Dread filled me and made the food in my stomach seemed even heavier than before. Bile rose in my throat, and I felt as though I would throw up what little I had eaten.

What had I done wrong? Was he going to fire me?

Fear flashed through me. Without this job, I couldn’t finish college. Could I talk him into allowing me to stay even if we never had sex again? I couldn’t entertain any other though than I must’ve been the lousiest lover to ever walk of the face of the earth if he couldn’t even stand to eat breakfast with me the next morning.

16
.

The door to his office stood open, so I slipped inside. He sat behind his huge desk, his head bent toward a stack of papers on the surface. He didn’t look up until I stood right in front of him.

“Katie, have a seat.”

My heart pounded in my chest as I perched on the edge of one of the leather cushioned chairs across from his desk. This was it. He was going to kick me out.

He put down the pen he’d held and looked up at me. My heart wrenched as my eyes met his. I didn’t want it to be over. It was too soon.

“Did you sleep well?”

I stared at him while my brain tried to compute what he’d just said. He was going to kick me out. Why did he care how I slept?

“F..Fine,” I stammered.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up. I had an early conference call.”

Wait. He was apologizing? A little sliver of hope sprang up in my chest.

“That’s okay. I understand.”

He picked up a paper from the pile in front of him and slid it across his desk toward me.

“I would like for you to read that over. The questionnaire done by Ms. Henderson wasn’t exactly as thorough as I needed it to be. It was enough to allow me to choose someone who would fit in here, but not nearly detailed enough to suit our current needs.”

I picked up the document from his desk, my eyes sweeping across the words as I sat back down. Spanking? Anal sex? Whips? Floggers? I couldn’t quite comprehend what I was reading. I looked up at Jace, my eyebrows raised in question.

“Even though we did one session in my private room already, I do not wish to go any further without a contract. I need to know your limits. I would never want to push you into an area you do not wish to go.

“However, I do want to help you discover what your limits are. I want you to rate each option. You have three choices. Put a 1 if you are definitely interested in exploring it. Put a 2 if you are unsure but not dead set against it. Put a 3 if it’s a hard boundary that you refuse to cross.”

He plucked a pen from a caddy on the corner of his desk and handed it over to me.

“Now obviously, I’m not into everything on that list, but I want to meet your needs as well as mine, so if there’s something you are interested in that I am not, I can make arrangements to help you in that area.”

Help me? I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what that meant. But at that point, I really didn’t care. If he wanted me to fill out a questionnaire about
my
wants and needs then he wasn’t kicking me out. He was
keeping
me. My heart soared.

I worked my way down the list. Some of the options, I had to seriously think about. Did I want to be flogged? My mind wandered back to the delicious feeling of his hand striking my bare bottom, and my pussy clenched. I marked that one a 2, though I had a feeling it would move up to a 1 after my first experience with it.

As I neared the bottom of the list, I began writing quite a few 3s. The last several options included quite a few things which sounded extreme. I wasn’t even certain what some of them were but the names clued me in to the fact that I didn’t even want to know.

Once I’d finished, I handed the paper back to Jace. As he read over it, a smile played across his handsome face. Apparently, he was pleased with some of my choices.

“Oh, this will work very well.”

He glanced up at me, and I caught the unmistakable heat in his eyes. My body reacted immediately, and I felt wetness between my thighs. It was amazing what one look from him could do to me.

“Katie, I want you to understand that your job here is not tantamount to agreeing to this. You don’t have to be submissive to me in my private room or in a sexual way to continue working for me.”

I nodded but wondered if that were the case why he’d started our relationship off that way. He’d spanked me the very first time we met.

His eyes crinkled in merriment. Apparently, he’d correctly read the look of confusion on my face.

“I can’t explain it really. The night you came for the interview, I was surprised. Nothing in the information from Carrington Acquisitions prepared me for what I felt when you walked into the room and looked at me. I sensed something in you. I decided to test you with the punishment to see if I was correct. And I was.”

“So you don’t make a habit of spanking your employees?”

His laugh rolled out rich and loud.

“Oh heavens no! I can honestly say you’re the first.”

I squirmed a bit in my seat. What had he seen in me to make him bend me over his desk? I shivered at the remembrance of the sensation of his hand smacking against my bare flesh. It didn’t matter what he’d seen. Only that he’d done it.

“I obviously want to keep my job.” I smiled at him and continued. “But I want this too.”

“Good. I was hoping you’d say that. This part of our relationship will be completely private. I will never expect you to behave in any way other than professionally if others are in the room. However, when we are alone it’s another story entirely.”

He picked up another paper and handed it to me.

I read over it, surprised by some of the words. Along with promises to follow my boundaries, it contained a pledge from him that he would always treat me with utmost respect and care. I, in turn, would pledge to honor his orders and always be truthful and upfront about my expectations and my feelings during a session.

“As you can see, what we do is actually entirely up to you. You are putting your well-being in my hands. If at any point, you become uncomfortable with something, you only need to say so. It’ll work best by the use of safe words.

“If you say yellow, I will know that we are approaching the end of your limits. It doesn’t mean I will stop. Just that I will tread with care. However, if you say red, I will stop immediately. No matter what.”

“I understand.”

I chewed on my bottom lip. I did want to proceed with this. I wanted to explore the excitement I felt at being tied up, at being used by someone who had complete control over me. On the other hand, I also wanted to repeat the actions of the night before. The sweet time together when he was just Jace.

“What is it?”

I peered up at him.

“I do want this. I just…” How did I put it into words? I couldn’t tell him my true feelings. That in the space of what little time we’d shared together, I’d fallen head over heels in love with him. It wasn’t just about the sex for me or the need to give up control.

“Will it only be like this?”

I rattled the paper.

“You mean domination and submission?”

“Yes.”

“I can’t make any promises, Katie, but we shall see.”

My heart dropped a bit at his answer. Apparently last night DID only happen that way because it was my first time. And he obviously didn’t share my feelings. Yet anyway. I had to cling to the hope that he would. Some day.

Using the pen that he’d handed me, I signed my name on the indicated line with a flourish. I might’ve just bitten off more than I could chew, but only time would tell on that one. In the meantime, I got to be with the man I’d fallen in love with. I could settle for that. For now, at least.

I handed the paper back to him and he added his signature to it. He then slipped it and the questionnaire into a manila folder and put it in the bottom drawer of his desk. He leaned back in his chair and looked at me. The hunger once more burned in his eyes.

“Stand up.”

I stood on shaky legs and waited for his next command. He opened a drawer and withdrew two items, but I couldn’t tell what they were.

“Assume the position you took the first time you were in my office.”

My stomach did a little flip as I took a step closer to his desk and bent over it, placing my forearms and palms flat on the surface. He walked around the desk to stand behind me, and my stomach did a little flip when he grasped the hem of my skirt and yanked it up over my rounded hips to expose my ass.

Since I wore a thong, both of my cheeks sat bare to his eyes. I started to turn my head so I could look at him through the mirror, but his voice stopped me.

“No. Keep your head straight and your eyes focused on the top of my desk.”

A little trill of fear shot through me. I couldn’t see what he was about to do, and it scared me a bit. Was he going to spank me?

Instead of his palm smacking the smooth flesh of my ass, he hooked a finger around the strip of fabric of my thong and tugged it out of my crack and over one cheek. When the tip of his finger brushed across my asshole, I tensed. I let my breath out in relief when the finger moved away, but my relief was short lived.

Something cold and wet dripped between my cheeks and the finger came back, rubbing the slick wetness around my puckered rosebud. I tensed again. I couldn’t help it.

“This will be easier on you if you relax.”

I took a couple of deep breaths and tried my best, but it wasn’t easy. At first his finger felt strange rubbing in circles around the tight entrance, but then something happened that I didn’t expect. It started to feel good.

He seemed to sense when my mood changed because he chose that moment to push the tip of his finger against my hole. It resisted for a moment, but the slickness of the lubricant he’d spilled between my cheeks eased his passage and the tip slipped in.

I caught my breath at the sensation. As strange as it felt, I immediately wanted him to go deeper. Sometimes, strange was good.

He pushed a little further, and I felt the tight rings inside my canal attempt to repel the invasion, but he didn’t give up. His persistence paid off, and after a moment of increases pressure, his finger slid past the tight muscles.

I gasped out loud. It was amazing how full I felt with just his finger. He slid it in and out, corkscrewing his finger around to loosen me up some more. I pushed back against him. I couldn’t help myself. It just felt so good.

When he withdrew his finger, I whimpered in protest, but something harder—and bigger—immediately replaced it. I felt a little sting as he pushed the implement deeper into me. The rings once against resisted the invasion of something so much bigger than his finger.

I bit my lip and sucked in a breath at the intensity of the feeling of being opened up so wide. His insistent pushing broke through the tight rings and whatever he held slid further inside me.

“Oh god,” I groaned. “It’s so big. Too big,” I whispered.

“It’s not. Just take a few deep breaths. You’ll adjust.”

He was right. I did as he said and the longer I managed to handle this big thing inside me, the easier it was. In fact, as the minutes ticked by, the stinging sensation brought about by having something so large forced into my ass changed into a slow, pleasurable heat.

He shoved the item the rest of the way in, and I felt my asshole clench around a smaller end. Grabbing the thong, he tugged the lacy fabric back into place.

“What is it?” I asked, my words sounding breathy in my ears.

“A butt plug.”

My legs trembled as the heat in my ass grew. I shifted slightly and gasped as the plug moved inside me.

“Stand up.”

Was he out of his mind? How on earth was I supposed to stand up with this thing in my ass?

“Katie,” his voice took on a hard edge. “Stand up.”

I pushed up with my arms off the surface of the desk and slowly straightened up. The plug shifted against as my body aligned itself and I moaned. I smoothed my skirt down over my hips and thighs as I waited for his next instructions.

He walked back around his desk, and I heard the chair creak as he settled into it. I didn’t want to move, but I did. Slowly, I shuffled my feet around until I faced him. I could feel the plug inside me with each movement, sending little jolts through my body.

He handed me a stack of mail.

“Go to your office and go through these.”

I reached forward, biting my lip to stifle the moan that came unbidden to my throat, and took the mail. I had no idea how he expected me to concentrate with this plug in my ass, but I knew I couldn’t question him. It wasn’t hurting me. I’d be a wimp to yell red on something like this. Besides, if I did, what fun would that be?

I took a tentative step away from his desk and sucked in a breath when the plug shifted with my movement. Every step I took made the plug move inside me. It was almost as though I was fucking myself in the ass with the plug as I walked.