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

by Sana Chase

  His moan came through the speaker of my phone. Clearly the sight of my abused ass turned him on.

  “Beautiful.”

  I heard rustling sounds on his end, but he kept the camera pointed toward his face, so I wasn’t sure what he was doing.

  “Did the pain you felt every time you sat down today make you think of me?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  If it hadn’t been for the distraction of the new toy he’d given me, I would have had a much more difficult time keeping my mind off what had caused the pain. Which of course, would’ve made it much harder to stay in compliance with Rule #3.

  As if reading my mind, he asked, “Were you a good girl today?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  The rustling sounds on the other end continued.

  “Hmm, should I reward my good little girl?”

  His voice had gone low and husky.

  I remained quiet for a moment, wondering what the correct answer to his question might me. Finally, I took a stab at it.

  “If it pleases you to do so, sir.”

  He smiled at me through the phone, or should I say at my ass since he’d never told me to move the phone away.

  “You’re a quick learner.”

  “I hope so, sir.”

  Especially if it meant I’d get that reward he was talking about.

  “Show me your tits, Katie.”

  My belly fluttered as his tone shifted back to commanding. I flipped over onto my back and slid the phone up my body as I tugged my nightgown up my curvy belly and over my large breasts. I held the phone out so that both of them filled the screen.

  The rustling sounds on the other end increased, and I suddenly realized what he was doing on the other end of the phone. My face went hot and a ripple of electricity shot through me. He was jerking off to me. Happiness filled me. The sight of my body obviously got him aroused if seeing it allowed him to get off.

  “Play with your nipples, Katie. Pinch those sweet little pink tips and make them hard and throbbing.”

  When my fingers brushed across a peak, I moaned at the flash of pleasure. It was heightened by knowing he watched me. Knowing that on the other side of that screen, even though I couldn’t see it, he was pleasuring himself because of me.

  My fingers played across my nipples, pinching and tugging until both were throbbing with need. Little shocks of pleasure radiated straight to my clenching pussy. I squeezed my thighs together and moaned.

  “Touch yourself and tell me how wet you are.”

  I groaned at his shocking words and slipped my hand down my belly and between my legs. My fingers slid between my puffy outer lips into slick heat. I was so wet, juices trickled down the crack of my ass.

  “Oh, I am so wet for you, sir.”

  “Show me.”

  I brought the camera down and used my fingers to spread my lips open to give him a close-up view of my glistening sex.

  “Oh yes, Katie. I love how wet you get for me.”

  His voice held just an edge of breathlessness, and I wondered how close he was to orgasm.

  “Katie, I want you to get a pillow to prop the phone on so you can use both hands. I want you to play with that sweet, wet little cunt with both hands.”

  Oh, god. I couldn’t move fast enough. I kicked off the panties that were still tangled around my legs and grabbed the extra pillow. I used my own to put between my back and the headboard so I could recline back to reach myself easier. It took a few agonizing moments of positioning before I had my dripping pussy framed in the phone’s camera.

  “Hold your lips open and rub your clit.”

  When my finger brushed across the sensitive nub of nerves, I couldn’t stop the low moan from tumbling from my lips. God, it felt so good. Not only to touch myself, but also knowing he watched every move I made.

  “Don’t forget Rule #3,” he cautioned as my hips jerked in response to my finger circling around my clit.

  “Yes, sir,” I responded as my breath hitched.

  How long would he make me wait? I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to hold off the surging waves of pleasure my touch and the excitement of him watching had ignited. Would he even let me come?

  “Fuck yourself, Katie. Slide two fingers inside your tight, virgin pussy and fuck yourself.”

  “Oh god.”

  His voice and words were driving me wild. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t do anything but feel the hot pleasure flowing through my body as I plunged two fingers into the sticky wetness of my pussy. I kept rubbing my clit as I pumped the fingers in and out. My hips rocked in time with the thrusts of my fingers.

  I could feel the orgasm building—threatening to spill over. Trying to stem the tide, I removed my finger from my clit, but Jace wasn’t having it.

  “Don’t stop rubbing your clit, Katie.”

  His voice sounded strained and hoarse.

  “Oh god, oh fuck,” I groaned and then gritted my teeth as I put my finger back on my throbbing clit.

  My entire body trembled and sweat broke out across my skin as I fought the surging pleasure slamming through my body. Rule #3 be damned, if he didn’t give me permission soon, I wasn’t going to be able to stop it.

  He grunted into the phone and growled, “Now, Katie! Come now!”

  With a strangled cry, I let go, rubbing my juice slickened clit furiously and plunging my fingers deep inside. I felt my pussy ripple around them and squeeze as the waves I’d been holding out against crashed over me. My hips bucked against my hands as the orgasm rushed through me. The pleasure was so intense I was gasping for breath as my body shook with the tremors of it.

  “Katie…”

  I heard Jace gasp out my name and then he moaned, and I knew orgasm had claimed his as well.

  I lay there for a moment, spent and sucking in air until he spoke again.

  “Pick up the phone, Katie.”

  I grabbed it from where I’d propped it up on the pillow and held it so that my flushed face was framed on the screen.

  “Next time, it’ll be my fingers inside your pussy making you scream.”

  I shivered at the thought of his touch. I wanted it now more than ever.

  He smiled at me, and my heart swelled.

  “Get some sleep, baby. I’ll see you soon.”

  “Night, Jace.”

  I laid the phone on the bedside table, turned off the lamp, and drifted off to a sleep filled with dreams of Jace Weatherton.

  13.

  I hoped to see Jace at breakfast the next morning, but they were dashed when I entered the dining room to once again only see one plate on the table. I ate quickly and then retreated back to my room. Feeling at odds with myself, I spent the day alternating between reading and playing on my new phone until I just couldn’t stand it anymore.

  Feeling a bit of cabin fever, I decided I would treat myself to dinner out for a change. I quickly got dressed and grabbed my book. On the way out, I let Sophia know I’d be absent for dinner.

  The humid air hit me like a wet blanket when I stepped outside. I was glad I had chosen the hot, pink sundress and sandals. I don’t think I could’ve stood even shorts in this heat. It wouldn’t get much better when the sun went down either. It would just get muggier.

  The scent of an assortment of flowers filled my nose. With the large amount of flowers, ornamental bushes, and trees, stepping outside always made you feel as though you were in a garden. I guess in some ways, I was. The entire grounds was one large garden.

  I brushed away a strand of hair that had blown down over my face in the slight breeze and headed across the paved path to where my car was parked. When I reached the garage, I stopped dead in my tracks. My car was nowhere to be seen.

  In its place sat a shiny, red Mercedes. I stared dumbfounded. Where was my car? I entered the garage and heard clanging coming from the other end. When I reached the source of the noise, I found Stephen changing a tire on a gleaming, black SUV.

  “Oh, hello, Miss.”

  He
swiped a trickle of sweat from his brow.

  “Stephen, where is my car?”

  “Gone.”

  I frowned at him.

  “Gone where?”

  “To be overhauled. When Mr. Weatherton left the other night, he had a good look at your car and said it didn’t look safe or reliable, so he sent it off for repair.”

  “He did what?”

  Okay, so my car was truly a piece of crap, but did he not think to at least ask me first before sending it off?

  “The Mercedes sitting in your spot is for your use until your car is returned.”

  He dipped his head, and I heard him mutter under his breath, “If it is returned.”

  “What do you mean, if it’s returned?”

  He looked up at me and shrugged.

  “Come now, Miss. You and I both know that car is in bad shape. My best guess is that the shop will say it will take more to fix it than what it’s worth.”

  “But it’s my car!”

  “Mr. Weatherton takes care of his employees.”

  He wrestled the tire back onto the SUV.

  “The keys are in the Mercedes. Feel free to use it. That’s what it’s there for.”

  I stomped off in the direction of the car that had taken the place of my own. Stephen’s words haunted me. Was that all I was to him? Just an employee? Did I mean anything to him at all?

  I jerked open the car door and threw my purse and book onto the passenger seat. Suddenly, I was no longer in the mood to go out. However, I’d already told Sophia I wouldn’t be dining in for dinner, so I started the car. I would at least hit a drive-thru somewhere and pick up some food.

  With a squeal of tires, I roared out of the garage and down the curved drive. A remote to the gate was hardwired into the car, so I hit the button and the huge, iron gate slid open as I approached it.

  It was a good thing too because with the mood I was in, I might would’ve crashed the car into the gate just to spite Mr. Jace Weatherton. The nerve of him to send my car off without consulting me first! I know it was a piece of junk, but it was my junk!

  ***

  By the time I’d reached town, I’d cooled down, so I decided to go with my original plan. I did a little shopping, allowing myself to not look at the price tags. I rationalized it by remembering that I was an employee of Jace Weatherton, and I was supposed to look the part. I couldn’t buy my clothes at Wal-Mart anymore.

  I had to trek over to another department to find a dressing room. Curvy women got their own area for clothing, but apparently, we didn’t warrant our own dressing rooms. As I tried on my first outfit, I heard voices coming from the dressing room next to mine, and one of them seemed familiar. It took me a minute, but the condescending tone and the content of the conversation allowed me to pinpoint the owner of the voice as Tiffany.

  I grimaced, and my mood—which had evened out—plummeted again.

  “So what’s he like now that he’s filthy rich?”

  “Amazingly the same. Personality wise, of course. However, he’s got the rich guy act down to a tee. He has his own chef, maid, butler, driver—and get this—he hired some poor little college student to come live at his house and work as his personal assistant in exchange for tuition.”

  “Seriously?”

  The other girl tittered.

  “Yes! You should have seen her! She ate dinner with us that night. Obviously, he told her to dress up because she came down wearing some fancy dress. The problem was, the dress was too small for her! Oh, it was pathetic. It clung to her and showed off all of her fat. I mean, why would a bigger girl wear something like that? It was horrible!”

  “I guess some girls are proud of their curves,” added her friend.

  “Well, it was disgusting. I don’t know how Jace could even to stand to look at her. Oh, and the poor thing is obviously smitten with him.”

  The two women’s raucous laughter echoed off the partitions in the changing room.

  “Why would he have anything to do with the likes of her?”

  “Right? Especially when he has me?”

  I’d heard enough. More than enough, really. I quickly yanked my dress back on and ran from the dressing room, tears streaming down my face. I left the store and jumped back in the car and drove straight home, no longer having any appetite for dinner.

  When I made it back to the mansion, I ran into the house and up the stairs to my room, grateful that I didn’t run into anyone on the way. I didn’t want to explain to anyone why I was crying. I collapsed on my bed in a heap and sobbed uncontrollably until I’d worn myself out and drifted off to sleep.

  14.

  I awoke when a warm body climbed onto the bed and pressed against me.

  “Katie.”

  My heart tripped in my chest.

  “Jace?”

  “Yes, baby.”

  He reached out and wrapped his arms around me, and I could just make out his handsome face framed in the moonlight streaming through the window.

  For a moment, happiness filled me, and then the events of earlier in the evening sprang into my mind, and I pushed him away.

  “Hey, what’s wrong?”

  I wasn’t sure what to say. We’d never had any kind of discussion about what was going on between us. Was I just his employee? Was all of this just “meeting his personal needs” as the contract I signed had stated?

  Again, he pulled me into his arms, and this time, I couldn’t bear to push him away.

  “Talk to me, Katie.”

  “What am I to you?” I blurted. “Am I just your employee?”

  “Of course not, how could you think such a thing?”

  “I don’t know. We never talked about it. About what happened in your rec room.”

  “Oh, Katie. I’m sorry. I had every intention of us sitting down and talking about it that next morning, but then I got called away on urgent business. One of my companies was in trouble, and I had to go sort things out.”

  “You never texted me while you were away, and you only called me once…and it was for—well you know what.”

  “Katie, that wasn’t why I called you. I wanted to talk to you. To see your face.”

  “Among other things,” I muttered.

  He laughed.

  “Okay, so that’s true. I wanted to see the rest of you too.”

  I smacked him in the arm.

  “You’re not helping!”

  He brushed an errant strand of hair from my face.

  “What, you don’t like the fact that I want to look at you?”

  “Do you really? Like to look at me?”

  “Of course, I do! You’re beautiful!”

  “You mean I don’t disgust you?”

  “No! Whatever would give you that idea?”

  I struggled with how much to tell him, but finally decided he needed to hear it all.

  “Tiffany.”

  I relayed the entire conversation that I’d heard in the dressing room. The more I talked, the harder his face became.

  “First of all, I don’t ‘have her’. She’s just an old friend. Second of all, you looked amazing in that dress. I loved the way it clung to your body, and I thought you were sexy as hell in it.”

  He trailed his fingers down my cheek.

  “On the ride home, all I could think of was taking you in my arms and making you scream like you did the other night.”

  My body immediately responded to his words. I didn’t know what it was about him, but just one look, word, or touch could instantly turn me on.

  He grasped my chin and held my face up so that our eyes met. The intense hunger radiating from his ice blue eyes took my breath away.

  “Is that what you want, baby? You want to scream for me?”

  “Yes…sir,” I whispered.

  “Tonight, I’m just Jace,” he murmured as he bent down and kissed me gently. The soft press of his lips against mine transformed into a heated clutch with his tongue darting between my lips to probe into my mouth.


  His tongue danced in my mouth, twirling against my own, and increasing my excitement. He gripped the side of my head with his powerful hand, pulling me toward him. Our bodies became tangled together as we kissed. My breasts mashed against his chest, and I could feel the hardness of his muscles beneath them.

  Rolling me onto my back, he lay on top of he, and I could feel the hardness of something else. His desire for me was evident from the bulge that pressed against my mound. He continued to kiss me, scattering kisses around my cheek and jaw. I gasped when his teeth nipped at my earlobe.

  I began to lose focus on anything but the arousal ramping through me and the touch of his flesh against my own. My mind spun out of control with feelings of lust and love. I tangled my hands in his wavy locks as he kissed a line down my neck to my collar bone. I shivered as his lips left a trail of pleasure.

  He moved down the swell of my breasts, his lips pressing soft kisses on the fleshy globes. With a hurried tug, he yanked my dress down to reveal my large breasts. He sighed with pleasure and swirled his tongue over a rosy peak, eliciting a moan from me. His mouth on my nipple felt exquisite, and my pussy clenched in response.

  Licking and sucking, he spent a few tantalizing moments on my nipples until they both throbbed and ached. Each stood hard and erect from the ministrations of his mouth. I arched my back, pushing more of my nipple into his mouth and cried out when his teeth nipped the sensitive bud. I felt a rush of electricity straight to my pussy, which pulsed with pleasure.

  Slick juices gushed from between my puffy lips, and I could only imagine how wet the crotch of my panties were becoming. He released my nipple with a wet plop and moved lower, laying soft kisses over the curves of my belly as he zeroed in on the promised land. Settling between my legs, he placed sizzling kisses upon both of my trembling thighs, his lips leaving a hot trail of fire on my skin.

  I sucked in as breath when he placed a kiss on the crotch of my panties. I felt the sodden material press against the soft folds of my outer lips. He moaned upon discovering just how wet I’d gotten for him.

  “Oh, Katie.”

  I shuddered as he whispered against my skin. His fingers grasped the waistband of my panties and pulled. I lifted my hips to help as he drew them down my legs and tossed them aside.