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

by Sana Chase

  I took a deep breath and let go of the silky fabric, and it slid down my body and landed in a puddle of green on the floor around my feet. His ice, blue eyes grazed over my body, and I shivered from the intense heat in them.

  He eyed me like a wolf eyed its prey. He was going to eat me alive, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Besides, I was pretty sure I didn’t want to stop it.

  Something inside me wanted to know what happens next. I wanted him to take me and use me for his pleasure—to give up all control to him.

  He smiled when his eyes reached my lacy panties.

  “I see you at least listened to my instructions about your underwear.”

  In that moment, I’d never been so glad that I’d gone underwear shopping. He’d told me when he offered me the job to get rid of my plain, white cotton panties and trade them in for something sexier. Thank goodness, I’d at least managed to find the time to do so. If he’d discovered those cotton panties underneath my dress, would he have given up on me and walked away in disgust?

  He walked around me, and I felt the heat radiating from his body. When his hand brushed across the small of my back, a shiver ran through me.

  “Beautiful,” he breathed.

  Me? Beautiful? He must be joking.

  “I’m not,” I whispered.

  I gasped when the palm of his hand smacked against my panty clad ass. It didn’t really hurt. It just surprised me. I could feel his presence looming behind me. He stood so close, I felt the warmth of his breath on my bare neck when he spoke.

  “Rule number one. Don’t argue with me. Especially about my own opinions.”

  “Ok.”

  I yelped when he smacked me again, this time a bit harder than before. Heat flared between my legs at the stinging that swept through my ass.

  “Rule number two. Whenever we are in this room, you are to address me as sir. Is that understood?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good. There are other rules, but we will get to those later.”

  He walked back around to stand in front of me. Grasping my arm, he led me to a piece of furniture that looked very much like a pommel horse a gymnast would gyrate on except it didn’t have the handles on top. Instead, it featured cuffs dangling from each end.

  The other aspect that was different was that this piece of furniture had a cushioned base that extended out from the bottom on each side. My mind couldn’t even begin to imagine what it was used for, but I had a feeling I was about to find out.

  A shiver raced down my spine when Mr. Weatherton walked behind me and trailed his fingers lightly down it, ending at the waistband of my lacy panties. He curled his fingers over the band and drew them down over my curvy hips and legs until they puddled at my feet.

  “Climb up and straddle the top, letting your knees and lower legs rest on the edges.”

  I placed a knee on the ledge and did as instructed, the smooth leather feeling cool to my heated skin.

  “Lie down. Let your arms dangle and your cheek rest on the horse.”

  Ahh, so it was still called a horse.

  I did as he commanded, and felt a trickle of apprehension when he fastened the padded cuffs around my wrists and ankles. They were strapped tightly to the sides of the horse, so I had no wiggle room.

  He walked out of my line of sight. The only hint I had of what was to come was a whistling of the air a split second before the palm of his hand landed on my bare, exposed ass. I yelped when his flesh connected with mine. The lick stung and radiated instant heat through my cheeks.

  I closed my eyes and got lost in the sensation as he landed two more blows on my bare ass. The focus of my world narrowed to the feeling of his palm smacking against my exposed cheeks and the heat radiating straight to my pussy. The more he spanked me, the more aroused I became, and I just knew that the leather beneath my pussy would be wet with my juices.

  I was so lost in the sensations that it took me a moment to realize his hand now rubbed against my inflamed flesh. I whimpered as his hand dipped lower and grazed across the swollen lips of my sex.

  “Your punishment is complete. It is now your choice as to whether or not you wish to continue or be released.”

  10.

  My brain was a fog of need, pleasure, and pain, and I wasn’t quite sure what he meant.

  He walked around to the side of the horse and knelt so that his face was inches from mine. He gently brushed back a strand of hair that had fallen to cover my eye.

  “Katie, my punishments will never involve taking something you don’t freely give. However, I do have needs that this room fulfills. Based on the answers you gave in the questionnaire plus the way you react to being punished, I believe you too have needs this room fulfills.

  “We can discover those needs together, or you can stop here and go back to your room. However, this is a one-time offer. If you choose to be released, I won’t make it again.”

  Did that mean he would never touch me again? Never spank me again? I couldn’t bear the thought of it. He’d awakened something inside me that I didn’t know existed, and I needed to know more. I needed to feel his touch on my skin. Wherever it might lead, I didn’t know, but I wasn’t about to walk away.

  I tried to speak but no sound came out. I swallowed and tried again.

  “I wish to continue…sir.”

  I couldn’t mistake the look that passed over his face even though he hid it quickly. He was happy. He wanted me to continue. Did that mean he wanted me?

  “You do understand that this means you will experience much more than just spanking by my hand? Sex will be included. Sex of all kinds.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  My voice shook. I wasn’t quite sure what he meant by sex of all kinds, but I was afraid to ask.

  He nodded.

  “We will discuss this in more detail later on so that you fully understand what you are getting into, but for now…”

  He stood and circled back around to the end of the horse. He once again rubbed my tender flesh with the palm of his hand before sliding it between my legs to brush across my lips.

  I gasped when he slipped a finger between them and found my clit. An electric shock jolted through me. It had never felt like that when I touched myself. I had to rub and stroke for a little bit to get a reaction, but with just one touch, he lit the desire inside me.

  He ran his finger in circles around the bundle of nerves, coaxing it out from under its hooded hiding place. My heart rate increased, and my breathing became more erratic. When he slid a finger inside me, I groaned.

  “You are even tighter than I expected.”

  His voice deepened with lust, and my pussy quivered in response.

  His finger pumped in and out of me, and I rocked my hips what little I could manage, which wasn’t much considering how he had me tied up. The feelings swirling around my body were novel and exciting. I’d never felt like this before. Every single cell of my being seemed to swell and tremble.

  My fingers curled into fists and clenched as my breathing grew ragged. I hovered on the edge of something huge, and I knew it wouldn’t take much to push me over it. When Mr. Weatherton grasped my clit between his finger and thumb and pinched it, my world exploded. I screamed from the biggest rush of pleasure I had ever known. It overwhelmed me, my body shaking and shuddering as the waves rolled over me.

  When the orgasm finally subsided, I felt his fingers withdraw from me.

  “You can consider that a freebie,” he said. “However, from this point onward, you cannot come unless I give you permission. That’s Rule #3. Do you understand?”

  I can’t come without permission? Would that even be possible?

  “Yes, sir,” I stammered, aware he was awaiting my response.

  “Doing so will merit swift repercussions.”

  “I understand, sir.”

  He moved around to my head and once again brushed the hair from my face.

  “Testing your limits is part of the process,” he explained
. “An orgasm withheld is that much more powerful once it’s finally allowed to release.”

  I shivered. An orgasm could be more powerful than what I’d just experienced? Sign me up, please!

  My eyes widened when he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. I’d never seen one in person, but I’d seen pictures. His was bigger than any image I’d ever laid eyes on, both in length and thickness. It curved upward just slightly and was topped with a fat, mushroom shaped head. I licked my lips as he moved closer to me.

  “Open your mouth, Katie.”

  I did as instructed, and he rubbed the tip across my bottom lip.

  “Use your lips and your tongue to pleasure me.”

  I opened wider when he thrust the fat head between my pink lips. At first, he simple moved the head in and out, and I flicked my tongue over the ridge as he did so. After a couple of minutes of this, he started sliding in deeper, a little bit more with each stroke.

  When the tip of his cock hit the bag of my throat, I gagged. He groaned and pulled out, then slammed back in, once again smashing against the back of my throat and making me gag.

  “Relax, Katie. I do not expect you to perform like a pro your first time. You will learn over time to take me all the way, but for now, just concentrate on using your lips and tongue and relaxing against the urge to gag.”

  He gripped my hair and increased the pace, pumping his cock in and out of my mouth as he’d pumped his fingers in and out of my pussy earlier. I licked and sucked him, concentrating on the sounds he made as I worshipped his shaft. I learned where he was most sensitive by the soft moans he made as my tongue lavished him.

  I marveled at how much control he must have as he continued to fuck my mouth, his cock sliding in and out between my aching lips. I wondered if he would come in my mouth and how it would taste. Would I like it?

  It wasn’t long before I found out. He grunted, and his pace reached a frenzied speed. His fingers dug into my hair, pulling my mouth onto him with what little movement my neck would allow. A guttural growl sounded low in his throat, and he slammed his cock even deeper into my mouth and held it there.

  I fought the urge to gag and felt his thick shaft pulse, followed by sudden spurts of hot liquid. His seed slid down my throat, and I realized I really couldn’t taste it at all since he’d bypassed my tongue and shot his cum straight down my throat.

  Swallowing the best I could around his cock, I sucked down the liquid he spilled into me. Just when I thought I couldn’t go another moment without breathing, he withdrew from between my lips. His shaft glistened with my saliva as he tucked it back into his pants.

  He reached down and ran his fingertips over my face.

  “I think that’s enough for tonight.”

  Gently, he unbound my wrists and ankles and helped me down off the horse. I was surprised when he scooped me up into his arms and carried me over to a nearby couch. Sitting down with me in his lap, he kept his strong arms wrapped tightly around me.

  I took a deep breath, and it occurred to me that in that moment, I felt safer than I’d felt since my parents’ accident and death months before. Something else also occurred to me…

  I was falling for Jace Weatherton. Hard.

  11.

  The next morning, I replayed the night’s events in my mind as I readied for breakfast. I was curious as to why he’d stopped things where he had. Did he not actually want to have sex with me? Did he have someone else for that?

  I felt the normal uncertainty creeping in that I always endured after any kind of interaction with a man. My belly flipped, and not in a good way. Had he been disgusted by what he’d seen when he looked at me? Did my bigger than perfect curves turn him off?

  I shook my head. No, he couldn’t have been. When I took off my dress, he said I was beautiful. Did he really mean that? Compared to Tiffany, I was an ugly step-sister.

  In the suddenness of what had happened, I hadn’t even thought to wonder where Tiffany had gone. Had she and Mr. Weatherton finished their tour of the mansion already and she left? Or was she waiting on him in his private quarters?

  I frowned in the mirror as I applied my make-up. Had last night been just sex to him? Had it been just a way to meet his needs? I just couldn’t believe that was true.

  If that were the case, then why did he hold me on the couch for a good half-hour afterwards, stroking my hair and face? Afterwards, he’d walked to my room and hadn’t left my side until I was tucked into bed. The behavior just didn’t fit a man interested only in sex.

  However, I still couldn’t believe he was actually interested in me. I mean, what did I have to offer a man like him?

  ***

  When I walked into the dining room, my heart fell to my stomach. There was only one plate on the table. Mr. Weatherton was nowhere to be seen. I ate breakfast alone and then walked to my small office, hoping to see him in his as I passed, but the door was closed.

  Waiting for me on my desk was a folded sheet of paper. I picked it up and opened it to find a handwritten note.

  Katie,

  I was unexpectedly called away on business. I will be back in few days. I’ve left some work for you to do on your desk. Once that’s complete, you may spend the remaining time at your leisure. Don’t forget Rule #3.

  Jace

  The note left me with mixed emotions. After the night before, the idea of not seeing him for days upset me. Had I imagined the connection I’d felt between us? It seemed so easy for him to leave me behind. On the other hand, he’d reminded me about Rule #3, and not only had he addressed the note to Katie, but he’d signed it with his first name—not Mr. Weatherton.

  I sighed deeply and dropped into my chair, tucking the note into a pocket of my skirt. When my tender ass hit the seat, I winced. In the distraction of the note, I’d momentarily forgotten about the spanking from the night before.

  I shifted slightly in my chair to find a more comfortable position. Locating the work he’d left behind for me to do, I pulled it in front of me and got busy. I became so engrossed in the paperwork that I didn’t hear Harold step into the tiny room.

  “Excuse me, Miss.”

  “Harold! I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you come in.”

  Harold smiled kindly at me, and I knew it was genuine because it reached his eyes.

  “No need to apologize Miss. I completely understand getting lost in your work.”

  He handed a small, rectangular white box.

  “Mr. Weatherton instructed me to give you this.”

  The size and shape of the box seemed vaguely familiar. I lifted the top off and gasped when I saw what lay beneath it. I looked up at Harold in confusion.

  “But I already have a phone,” I said.

  “Now you have a new one. It’s your same number and the contents of your old phone have already been ported over to this one.”

  I removed the gleaming smart phone from the box. Considering I rarely called or texted anyone, it was no surprise that I hadn’t realized my old phone no longer worked. I’d always wanted a smart phone, but with money so tight, I’d never been able to afford more than a basic flip phone.

  “Your account information is in the box.”

  “Thank you, Harold.”

  He nodded and exited the room as quietly as he’d entered.

  I examined the contents of the box and discovered an ID and password for an account for the app store that had already been created along with a notation of the funds available in the account. My eyes widened at the amount. I sat at my desk dumbfounded as I turned on the phone and explored it. Not only had Jace likely paid full price for the phone considering I had a way to go before my next upgrade, but he’d bought the biggest one made.

  As I scrolled through my contacts, my eyes spied a new picture. I smiled and felt a flash of pleasure rush through me at the sight of Jace’s handsome face smiling back at me. He’d apparently entered his private cell phone number and added his picture because this number was different than the one I’d had
before.

  I placed the phone on my desk and finished up the paperwork before straightening my desk and gathering the phone and its box. I spent the rest of the night playing with it and downloading more apps than I would ever need to use.

  12.

  As I drifted off to sleep, I heard a repeating buzz. In my drowsy confusion, it took a few seconds to register that the irritating noise keeping me from the bliss of sleep was my new phone. Letting the light from its screen guide me in the dark, I grabbed it from my bedside table and fumbled to turn on the lamp. My stomach fluttered when I saw the picture on the front indicating who was trying to contact me.

  “Mr. Weatherton?”

  I swiped the screen to answer the face time request. Surprise filled me when his face filled the screen. I was aware of what face time was, but it was the first time I’d ever experienced it.

  “Please, Katie, I think we are past the point of last names during personal conversations. You can call me Jace unless we are in a professional setting or the situation indicates otherwise.”

  “Okay—Jace.”

  Man, did that feel weird.

  “Did I wake you?”

  “Not quite, but almost.”

  “I wanted to check on you. Honestly, I was hoping to be able to do so earlier, but I couldn’t get free.”

  Check on me?

  “Umm, I’m fine.”

  “No trouble sitting down?”

  I swore I could hear the laughter in his voice, and his eyes sparkled even though his face remained straight.

  “A little,” I grudgingly admitted.

  “Bruised?”

  “Just a little.”

  “Show me.”

  I shivered at the sudden shift in the tone of his voice. It had gone from playful to commanding, and my body responded immediately.

  “Yes, sir.”

  My pussy clenched as I maneuvered in the bed to turn my ass toward the light of the lamp so he would be able to see more clearly. Once in position, I slid the waistband of my panties down over my ass and held the phone, using the little box on the screen to guide it until my slightly bruised ass filled it.