The Billionaire's Student: A BBW, Alpha Billionaire Romance (6 page)

8
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Dawdling in front of the mirror had cost me precious time, and I was a minute late reaching the dining room. My apology died in my throat, and I stopped short at the door as my eyes fell on our guest for the evening, who stood beside Mr. Weatherton near the table. Platinum blonde curls piled high on her head, and carefully applied make-up enhanced her flawless face.

A slinky, black dress hugged her supermodel body. The neckline plunged almost to her belly button, barely hiding the swell of her breasts. She wore spiked silver heels which caused her ass to jut out perfectly and had legs that just wouldn’t quit.

My heart fell to my stomach, and I felt nauseated. I knew all along that Jace Weatherton could have his pick of any gorgeous woman, but I’d gotten used to having his undivided attention at meals and when he worked in his home office that I’d created a bit of a fantasy that maybe—just maybe, he might actually be attracted to me.

I had to blink back the tears that welled up in my eyes and threatened to fall. I’d been stupid. So very stupid. I should’ve known better than to entertain any thought of Mr. Weatherton being attracted to me. The attention he seemed to shower on me must be the same as for every other person in his employ.

My elation at wearing the pretty dress disappeared. For a moment, I’d felt beautiful—until I walked into the room to see what beautiful really was. I wanted nothing more than to turn on my heels before he saw me and flee the room, but I knew if I did, I’d face the consequences…and I had a feeling the punishment would be much more severe than what I’d experienced for being late.

He looked up and caught my eye, and my heart fluttered. Would I always react that way when he looked at me?

“Miss Darling, come meet our guest.”

He beckoned me toward where they stood. I hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath before gliding across the carpet.

“This is, Tiffany. She’s an old friend of mine. We attended school together.”

I took the offered hand and shook it. It was the briefest of handshakes. She pulled her hand away from mine almost the minute our skin touched. Tiffany barely glanced at me as she shifted her body away from me and toward Mr. Weatherton. Obviously, I was not worthy of her attention.

He moved around the table and pulled out her chair. She smirked at me and sat down. Irritation quickly welled up inside me. I wanted to smack the smart ass smile right off her face.

I knew this would be the longest meal of my life. I would be lucky to escape it without doing or saying something that caused Mr. Weatherton to throw me out on my ass.

I walked around the table to my own chair, but to my surprise, Mr. Weatherton beat me to it, and pulled it out for me. As I sat, I glanced over at Tiffany to see she was shooting me a death glare. Apparently, she didn’t appreciate that Mr. Weatherton’s gentlemanly graces extended to me as well.

One of the maids stayed over to help the cook serve the meal, and they came into the posh dining room bearing steaming plates of food. I spent the meal mostly listening to them talk and picking at my food. Tiffany laughed and flirted like Mr. Weatherton was the last man on earth. She also talked incessantly about herself, and I could’ve sworn at one point that she attempted to play footsie with him under the table.

By the end of the meal, I wanted to stab her with my fork. I’d never in my life seen someone so vapid and transparent. She laid her napkin on the table by her plate and stood.

“Jace, why don’t you give me a tour of your marvelous home?”

She batted her eyelashes at him.

Dear Lord, please give me patience and the willpower to not cause this woman bodily harm
.

He rose and glanced over at me.

“Miss Darling, would you care to accompany us?”

Tiffany shot me a look that said if I accepted, she’d strangle me with her bare hands. As torn as I was between being a thorn in her side and having the chance to spend time getting between her and Mr. Weatherton, I thought it best if I didn’t go with them. I’d reached the end of my ability to keep my mouth shut. If I accompanied them on the tour, I’d surely get myself in trouble.

“Thank you for the invitation, Mr. Weatherton, but I think I’ll pass.”

Mr. Weatherton frowned slightly, almost as if he was disappointed in my answer. Surely, I imagined that. Why would he want me with them?

They exited the room, and I could hear her annoying laugh floating down the hallway as they moved off to another part of the house. I blew out a breath and stood up, pushing back my chair. I gathered up some of the dishes and carried them into the kitchen. I might as well make myself useful.

I helped Rosie, the maid, and Sophia, the cook, clean up the dinner dishes and then remained in the kitchen for a time. Sophia regaled us with a tale of how her husband had ruined the plans she’d made for their weekend by inviting his mother over for a visit. Her staccato speech was difficult to understand, but I managed to catch the gist of what she said.

Sophia padded over to the gleaming chrome refrigerator and pulled out a covered dish. Inside of it sat a creamy cheesecake.

“Would you like a slice, Katie?” she asked me.

It was weird to be called by my first name. Everyone always called me Miss Darling. I didn’t even know she knew my first name.

I shook my head and stood.

“No, but thank you for the offer.”

I pushed my stool up to the big island in the middle of the kitchen.

“I think I’m going to call it a night. See you both tomorrow.”

9
.

I exited through the dining room, and as I did so, the door to the private rec room caught my eye. I knew most of the staff were off for the night, and I suspected that Mr. Weatherton and Tiffany would be on their “tour” for quite some time. Reaching out, I tried the doorknob and gasped in surprise when it turned. It wasn’t locked!

My shock increased when I pushed the door open, and my gaze traveled over the room. I expected gaming tables and workout equipment, but what I saw scattered around the large area was definitely not used for playing games…at least not those kind of games. The only reason I understood what I saw was because the feelings the spanking had aroused in me made me curious enough to do some research.

The various furniture in the room were painted glossy black. Some had bright red cushions. All had some type of restraints attached, whether it was shiny, black silk ribbons or padded cuffs.

I saw benches, couches, and a big wooden X with restraints attached to the top and bottom of the posts. My heart tripped in my chest. Mr. Weatherton had hidden a big secret behind the closed door of his private rec room.

I walked deeper into the room, unable to quell my curiosity. Flashes of pictures I’d seen in my research flitted through my mind. My core tightened, and heat flared between my legs. The idea of Jace Weatherton strapping onto one of the pieces of furniture in the room excited me. I didn’t understand why, but the idea of giving up total control to him turned me on.

He appeared in the room as if the though had conjured him.

“Miss Darling. I’m certain Harold instructed you that this room was off limits. Did he not?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

My heart hammered in my chest. I knew I was busted. I could only imagine what type of punishment would follow.

He stepped into the room and closed the door firmly behind him.

“And yet, here you are in my private room…uninvited—though not entirely unwelcome.”

I shivered as the timbre of his voice dropped low and deep.
I wasn’t unwelcome in this room? Did that mean…
Excitement flared inside me at the anticipation of what was to come, but a small part of me wanted to flee the room. I took a step toward the door, but he moved in front of me.

“On top of this infraction, you were late for dinner.”

Damn
. I’d really hoped he hadn’t noticed.

“You are well aware of what happens to someone in my employ who can’t follow instructions. Which makes me believe that maybe you want to be punished.”

He placed a finger under my chin and lifted my head so that our eyes met. I sucked in a breath at the intensity of his gaze.

“Do you, Miss Darling?”

“I…don’t know.”

He smiled cruelly.

“Don’t you?”

His deep blue eyes searched mine, and he nodded as though he saw the answer to his question in them.

“Yes, I believe you do.”

He stepped back away from me and crossed his arms over his broad chest.

“Take off your dress,” he commanded, his voice sounding as though steel ran through it.

“I…what?”

Surely I’d heard him wrong.

“I’ve already made it quite clear I don’t enjoy repeating myself. Take off your dress.”

His voice hardened even more than I thought possible.

I reached backward over my shoulder to grasp the zipper and did the little dance that was required in order to slide it down far enough for me grab it behind my back and slide it the rest of the way down. Once I managed to unzip the dress, I hesitated. No man had ever seen me naked before.

Why would he want to see my curves in all their glory when he had the likes of Tiffany running around? I knew without a doubt she would drop her dress—and anything else—for him at a moment’s notice. Besides, he could spank me easily with my dress hiked up. Why did he want it off?

His eyes softened, and he spoke quietly.

“From the questionnaire you filled out prior to your interview, I am aware you’ve never been with a man. I realize this means you’ve likely never undressed in front of one, however, you did sign a contract that stated you would abide by any punishment I saw fit.”

His voice dropped once again to that low, deep timbre that made my knees go weak and other parts of my body quiver.

“Now, this is the last time I’m going to tell you. Take off the dress.”

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.”