The Billionaire's Student: A BBW, Alpha Billionaire Romance

by Sana Chase

  The butler walked so quietly that I didn’t realize he’d returned until he spoke, and I nearly jumped out of my skin.

  “He will see you now. Follow me.”

  He led me down the hall and around a bend until we reached a set of large wooden double doors. Motioning me forward, the butler opened one of the massive doors, and I stepped inside.

  The room was smaller than I expected, but no less lavish because of it. No ornate mirrors adorned the walls here. Instead, the room held floor to ceiling mirrored display cases full of various trophies and pictures on one side wall and a floor to ceiling bookcase filled with books on the other.

  A long, leather couch sat against the wall beside the door, and a glass and gold coffee table sat in front of it. On the far side of the room, in front of a desk, sat two brown leather chairs that matched the sofa.

  The desk was massive and made of a rich, dark wood. However, no matter how impressive the room was, nothing in it held a candle to the man sitting behind the desk. He was the most beautiful man I’d ever laid eyes on and quite a bit younger than I was expecting. Thick waves of blonde hair just brushed the tops of his broad shoulders. I instantly wanted to run my fingers through it.

  A chiseled jaw and classic cheekbones complimented his handsome face and gave him a bit of a rugged look. He appeared to be immersed in a pile of papers lying in front of him on his desk. I hesitantly approached.

  Without looking up he ordered, “Sit. I will be with you in a minute.”

  The tone of his voice sent a startling shiver through me. This was a man who was used to people following his orders. The authoritative tone brooked no disobedience.

  I perched on the edge of the chair on the right and tugged at the hem of my dress. The shortness of it bothered me. It didn’t seem appropriate for an interview, but Ms. Henderson had insisted.

  I twisted the strap of my purse in my hands as I waited. When he finally looked up, and my eyes met the piercing blue of his, my breath caught in my throat. The intensity in them intimidated me.

  “You’re late, Ms. Darling.”

  “I know. I’m so sorry.” My voice cracked. “My car wouldn’t start, and I had to borrow my roommate’s.”

  He gestured with his hand as if brushing my reasoning away.

  “I’m a busy man, Ms. Darling. I expect promptness.”

  “Yes, sir. I understand that. I can promise it won’t happen again.”

  He remained quiet for a moment, and his eyes wandered down my body. I had a sudden irrational feeling that he was undressing me with his eyes. Surely I was imagining things?

  “Ms. Henderson tells me you’ve recently lost your parents.”

  “Yes, they were killed in a car accident just after the first of the year.”

  “Thus you have no way to pay for the rest of your education.”

  “That’s true.”

  He tapped the pen he’d been holding against the smooth surface of the desk.

  “Stand up.”

  His command took me by surprise.

  “I’m sorry?”

  Sighing heavily, he ran a hand through his thick hair.

  “Ms. Darling, I don’t have the patience for you to question my every request. If you can’t follow a simple instruction, you are wasting my time.”

  With my heart hammering in my chest, I stood. Once again, his eyes wandered over my body. I felt a strange tingling between my legs. Why did the way he looked at me affect me so?

  “Turn around and walk to the door and then walk back to where you stand.”

  I hesitated for a split second, confusion filling me. What did walking have to do with being an assistant? Placing my purse down in the chair, I did as instructed. Even though I couldn’t see him, I could feel his eyes heavy on me as I walked toward the door.

  When I turned to walk back toward him, I shivered when I realized he was watching the way my breasts bounced when I moved. When his eyes met mine again, I could’ve sworn I saw a moment of hunger before they returned to ice. It couldn’t have been true. There was no way a man like Mr. Weatherton would see anything interesting in a curvy girl like me.

  “You may sit.”

  Picking up my purse, I once again perched on the edge of the chair. I couldn’t hold the weight of his heavy gaze, and I let my eyes fall to my lap.

  “Working for me will not be easy. I’m a hard taskmaster, and I will expect you to do exactly what I say. Your main duties will include keeping up with my schedule, screening my calls while I’m working at home, typing whatever I need, and taking care of other needs as they arise. Basically, you will be at my beck and call.

  “On school days, I will expect you to be here at 5pm sharp unless you have a night class. If need be, we will work around those nights. During the summer, you will work all day. In return for working for me, your college tuition will be paid. Room and board, outside of your lunches, will not be needed as you will reside here in the house. You will receive a small weekly stipend for personal needs.

  “I will have a contract sent to your school. If you sign and return it, I will expect you to report to work at 8am the morning after your last final exam. Harold will work out the details of moving in with you.”

  I couldn’t believe what I heard. Had he just offered me the job?

  “Thank you,” I stammered.

  I started to rise but he held up a hand.

  “One other thing. You were late.”

  I stared at him, confused. Hadn’t we already covered this?

  “I have found that if I let my employees get away with even the tiniest infraction, they will continue to test my limits. Therefore, I cannot abide your lateness without there being a consequence.”

  I gulped. There was something about the way he looked at me that set me on edge.

  “Consequence? Like docking my first pay check?”

  He smiled, and I shivered at the cruel curve of his lips.

  “Not quite. I had something more immediate in mind.”

  He rose and walked around the huge desk.

  “Get up, Ms. Darling.”

  Hesitantly, I stood. What immediate consequence could he possibly be thinking of?

  “Turn to face the desk, lift your dress, and take down your panties.”

  “I’m sorry?”

  My voice cracked and the words came out in a stutter.

  His eyes glinted in the light as he stared at me.

  “Just how badly do you wish to continue college? Ms. Henderson will not send you on another interview. Now, turn!”

  The commanding tone of his voice instinctively made me want to do what he said. I swallowed nervously and turned to face the desk. Just what had I gotten myself into? I hiked the green dress up over my curvy hips and hooked my fingers in the waistband of my pantyhose and panties.

  For the briefest moment, I wondered why I wasn’t walking out the door, but I knew the answer. I needed him to pay for my college. And if I was being honest with myself, something about the situation had caused my heart to race, and it wasn’t fear.

  I slid the undergarments down past my ass, and I heard him suck in a breath. “That’s good enough. Now bend over the desk with your arms in front of you, palms facing down.”

  I risked a look behind me. The heated hunger in his eyes was unmistakable.

  “Mr. Weatherton?”

  “Bend over, Ms. Darling.”

  Filled with trepidation and something else I dared to say was anticipation, I did as instructed. The wood of the desk felt cool beneath my arms as I bent over, exposing my bare ass even more in this position. I could feel his presence behind me, weighing me down.

  “Lay your cheek on the desk.”

  I rested my head on the desk’s surface, my heart thundering in my chest. As I looked to the side, I realized I could see us in the mirrors of the display cases lining the walls. Mr. Weatherton stood still behind me, staring down at my exposed ass.

  I thought if I could just catch his eyes in the mirror, maybe I co
uld stop whatever madness had possessed him. “Mr. Weatherton—please…” I started to beg him, to plead with him not to continue, but I couldn’t get the words out. His eyes never moved from my bare ass.

  Even though I could see him clearly in the mirrored surface, it still shocked me to the core when the flat of his hand landed with a sting on a bare ass cheek. I couldn’t contain the yelp that tore from me. Red spots bloomed on my face as evidence of my humiliation.

  I saw his arm arc back again, and I tensed as the next blow landed on the other cheek, the sound of the smack echoing loudly in the home office. Two separate spots on my ass stung, and as more slaps landed, harder and faster, they spread into one big area that burned. Silent tears coursed down my cheeks, and my breath hitched in my chest.

  His eyes remained riveted on the flaming skin of my ass, as if they were caressing the flesh he was igniting. I started to wriggle, whimpering softly. I couldn’t help it as the heat radiated through my cheeks.

  “Mr. Weatherton!”

  My speaking seemed to bring him out of his trance, and I could see him standing behind me, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, his arm stopped in mid-air. He brought it down slowly, though his eyes continued to roam over my red bottom. Turning his head, he caught me staring at him through the mirror in the display cases, and I shivered at the intensity of his gaze.

  “Mr. Weatherton?”

  I gritted my teeth as his arm came down. I expected another blow to land but instead, he ran his hands over my swollen and tender flesh. I swallowed, my breath caught in my throat, as he let go, his hand brushing almost lovingly across my heated skin when he stepped back.

  “You may stand,” he instructed as he moved around the desk toward his chair.

  I struggled to pull up my panties and hose over my stinging bottom. My heart still raced, and I couldn’t seem to catch my breath.

  “One more thing, Ms. Darling.”

  He held up a hand, and I realized with a start that it must’ve been the one he spanked me with because the palm was red.

  “Get rid of the pantyhose and buy some better underwear.”

  I flushed at the command.

  “If you must wear hose, use stockings that stay up on their own or wear garters. Your panties should be something more befitting a mature woman and not a school girl’s white cotton.”

  “Yes, sir. Thank you.”

  I don’t know why I said it, why I thanked him, but it seemed to please him. He dismissed me with a motion of his hand.

  I hurried from the room to find Harold waiting for me on the other side of the door. Surely he hadn’t been there the whole time? Hadn’t heard my humiliation? His passive face showed no indication he was aware of what had transpired in his boss’ office. He showed me to the door, and I headed for Mandy’s car, both eager and reluctant to leave.

  When I sat in the driver’s seat, I winced at the pain of my ass making contact with the vinyl. I squirmed the entire way back to the dorm, unable to find a position to relieve the heat. When I made it back to the room, Mandy wasn’t there. I dropped her car keys onto her desk, threw my purse onto my bed and went into the bathroom.

  A full length mirror hung on the back of the bathroom door, which I locked on both sides, ours and the room we shared it with. Hiking up my dress, I slipped down my hose and panties, kicking them off, and stared at my red, raw bottom in the mirror.

  “Fuck,” I gasped as my eyes roamed over the reflection of punished ass in the mirror. The skin was red and inflamed, and my pussy clenched in response. I was so turned on and confused as to why the spanking had excited me so. My pussy was slick with arousal, and the need within me grew.

  I unlocked the adjacent door and then grabbed my hose and panties and exited the bathroom. Tossing them onto a pile of dirty clothes, I climbed into bed. As I settled onto the mattress and covered myself up with a blanket, I slid my hand between my thighs.

  My fingers slipped between the swollen, wet lips of my pussy, separating them. I closed my eyes and remembered the look on his face, the force of his blows. Touching myself, the heat from my cheeks spread between my legs as I saw him in my mind, the arc of his arm, and the sound of his palm smacking against my ass.

  Breathing in panted gasps, I rubbed myself, replaying in my mind how the spanking felt. Keeping my thumb on my clit, I pushed two fingers in and out of the slippery wetness. I fingered myself, my pussy so wet with arousal that I could hear squishing noises.

  I relived every smack on my flesh, the way his eyes caressed my ass, the sensation of his cock pressed against me as I played with myself. My pussy throbbed, aching with the need for release. I didn’t stop until I made myself come, pushing my excitement over the edge by pressing my abused cheeks against the cool sheet and the mattress beneath it. The orgasm was so powerful, I clenched my teeth together to keep from screaming as it rushed through me. The waves crashed through my entire body leaving me trembling and weak.

  I lay there for a few moments, my mind continuing to replay the punishment. If that was Mr. Weatherton’s idea of a consequence, what would a reward be?

  4.

  Even in my dreams, I couldn't get away from what had happened the day before. I woke up with a tender ass and an ache between my legs that just wouldn't go away. Mandy was still in our room when I woke up, so I couldn't do anything to relieve the throbbing between my legs that a night of dreaming about Jace Weatherton and his powerful hands had wrought.

  I didn't understand my body's reaction to the consequence he had chosen. I wasn't completely inexperienced when it came to sex, but I'd never before felt the desire to be spanked. Now that it had actually happened, it was all that I could think of.

  I found it difficult to concentrate during my classes and more than once caught myself remembering my experience from the day before. It was a relief for the day of classes to finally end. As I was passing through the commons on the way to my dorm room, one of the RAs called out to me.

  “Katie Darling!”

  I stopped in my tracks and turned back to the half door which she was leaning over that separated the commons area from the little office where the RAs held court during the open hours. I was surprised she knew who I was enough to recognize me when I walked past, but I guessed that it was her job to know or at least be able to recognize the students that lived in that particular dorm.

  “Yes?”

  She gestured to a man in gray overalls who was leaning against a chair across from the commons office.

  “That guy’s been waiting for you for a little while.”

  “Who is he?”

  She shrugged her shoulders.

  “Beats me.”

  I walked over to the man, who straightened up as I approached.

  “I'm Katie Darling. You wanted to speak with me?”

  He nodded.

  “Yes ma’am. Mr. Weatherton sent me to check on what's wrong with your car.”

  My heart did a little flip in my chest at the mention of his name.

  “Mr. Weatherton sent you?”

  “Yes ma’am.”

  Why would he bother to send someone to look at my car?

  “Um, I need to go get my car keys. I will be right back.”

  I ran out of the commons and up the stairs to my room to grab my keys. I still didn't understand why the state of my car would interest Jace Weatherton, but who was I to question it if it meant getting my car fixed? While I was in my room, I also grabbed my laptop. I could work on my English Lit paper in the commons while I waited.

  When I got back, I handed over my keys and then settled onto one of the floral patterned overstuffed couches to work and wait. I somehow managed to stay focused enough over the loud noises of the television and the laughing and talking of boisterous students to finish half of my paper before the mechanic returned.

  “It was just a bad battery. I've replaced it, so you're good to go.”

  “Thank you,” I said as I took the proffered keys. “What do I owe you
?”

  “Nothing. Mr. Weatherton takes care of his employees.”

  Of course he did. What other reason could he possibly care if my car ran? He just wanted to make sure I could get to work if I took the job.

  I gathered up all of my stuff and once again climbed the stairs to my room. I'd only been there for a few minutes when the intercom buzzed.

  “Katie?”

  “Yes?”

  “There's a package for you.”

  “Okay, I will be right down.”

  Now, why couldn't they have told me that before I came back upstairs?

  When I reached the half door of the commons office, the RA handed me a Manila envelope.

  “You seem to be Ms. Popular today! Sorry, it wasn't delivered until right after you left. I'd swear the guy was wearing a butler’s outfit.”

  Harold. It had to be. The contract that Mr. Weatherton had mentioned was probably in the envelope. I slid the papers out of the envelope as I climbed the stairs to my dorm room. It seemed to be a normal contract for employment…until I reached a paragraph near the end.

  The phrases “attend to any and all of Mr. Weatherton’s personal needs” and “agree to face any consequences that Mr. Weatherton deems appropriate for any failure on your part to perform your duties to the satisfaction of Mr. Weatherton” caused my heart to skip a beat. I'd already seen what type of consequences Mr. Weatherton enjoyed. Did he use that type of punishment for all of his employees or had I been the exception?

  Mandy had returned to the room while I was downstairs retrieving the package. I said a quick hello and walked to my side of the room and hopped onto the bed to give the contract a more thorough read. On my quick perusal coming up the stairs I had apparently skipped over the section discussing my pay. My eyes practically bugged out when I read the amount listed for weekly pay for personal expenses.

  “Holy hell!”

  “Hell is the last place I'd consider to be holy.”

  Mandy leaned against the end of the floor to ceiling desk and dresser unit that separated our sides of the room. Usually, Mandy was a fairly decent roommate, but she was a bit religious and got offended easily from swear words and anything she considered sacrilegious.