The Billionaire's Student: A BBW, Alpha Billionaire Romance by Sana Chase Page B

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