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IANThe little spit fire, my eyes follow her ass swaying as she stomped out of my office, banging the door shot. I try to blink away the sight of her shapely legs from my brain but I fear the image is burned to my retinas. Christ. I take a moment to adjust my cock tenting my pants. One would wonder where she was hiding all that fire in her little body, for a moment I thought she was going to hit me, I would have let her, I deserved it. Then I’d have proceeded to lay her on my table, it would take little effort to hold down that little body while she squirmed to get away, with only a hand on her spine and leaving my other hand free to redden that pert ass for daring to hit me. The thought of spanking my kitten has my blood rushing south and I curb the thoughts leashing them and tossing them at the back of my mind lest I hunt her down and give her something to really scream about. And she would scream. Katy is too wound up, too quiet, what she needs is someone to help her let go, t
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***Getting through the rest of my day was a struggle. Ian has me twisted up I just wanted to scream or maybe break something in frustration. I should never have gone to his office.I could barely pay attention to my lectures which was bad as I was already behind. And I can't ask Hannah if I could move in with her because I feared what he would do. Sees him at home Monday night, I shoot him a displeased look and walk past him. “Good day, kitten?”I scoffed, he’s really enjoying this, isn’t he? I shot him a displeased look and walked past him. I'm almost at the corner that leads to the rooms when he calls “And Katy?” I paused at the sound of my actual name coming from his mouth.Katy, not kitten or a little mouse or anything degrading. It’s probably why I turned to him, I couldn’t help but hear what he had to say. “Be back here every night”“Do I also have a curfew, Dad?”“Do you need one?”Don’t curse at him Katy, don’t curse at him-“How about eleven? It’s a good time” Ian offer
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I find myself back in the closet the next morning, looking through my cloth choices while wearing only a towel around my chest. I’d gone right to bed after my shower last in the evening, exhausted. The thought of Ian and his controlling way pissed me off to no end, I wasn’t used to feeling such extreme anger, I didn’t know what to do with it. Talking to him proved fruitless, getting angry was even worse, my annoyance seemed to amuse him, the man could talk his way out of hell if he pleased. Thinking of it sucked the strength right from my bones. A few times I considered just moving out, what was the worst he could do? Maybe I didn’t have to ask Hannah, but there had to be options. I had money, I had access to accounts dad set up for me if only I hadn’t signed that damned contract. But I had. And knowing I couldn’t do anything about it made me bitter and I wasn’t a hateful person so I opted to sleep it off and wake up to a new day. Sadly, the taste of defeat was still bitter upon my
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I’m pulling into the lot when my phone starts ringing. Holding my bag by a strap, I get out and lock Bumper, then I fish out my phone seeing an unknown number, I swipe answer. Tossing my bag over my shoulder. “Hello?” “Good morning, am I unto Katy Quinn?” A female voice questions. Why in the hell was everyone calling me that? I didn’t remember requesting a change of name, it is an arranged marriage, I am keeping my birth names. I pinched the bridge of my nose, it wasn’t even nine in the morning but I could feel a head ache coming on. “Yes, this is she” I answered grimly wondering what other surprises the day could bring. “This is Ann, Mr. Quinn’s assistant” “Oh, hi” The woman’s voice comes again, “I wanted to apologize for yesterday, I was unaware of your identity please know that such would never repeat itself” It was actually my fault, the poor woman was just doing her job but I was just to pissed to see reason, I’m glad she didn’t lose her job. “Ah… sorry for making things e
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My phone chirps and I look to it as it lights up, as Professor Edwards drones on about behavior patterns, I click on the email notification from Ann Jameson and d******d the attachment. My brows go up, I see Mr. Quinn is quite busy, and now so am I. He has to make an appearance in over twenty plus events and I scan the dates, that was only for the next five months. Great. I see that there’s an event for Friday, I do a mental calculation, that’s in for days. The words black tie affair is written in parentheses. I’m still thumbing through the calendar deliberate if I have to show up for these events when a text pops in from an unknown number. I click on it with a frown I read the text out loud, “How’s your day looking? Mine sucks” I debate leaving it but before I know it my fingers are thumbing out a reply. Me: Who is this?” My heart jumps as I read the text that follows almost immediately. “Your husband” When professor Edwards turns to the board I type back. Me: Ian?
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“I’ll drop you off today” Ian says the next morning in the driveway. He motions at the back seat of the black Bentley holding the door open for me. A pang hits my chest at the suggestion, I shake my head, my eyes gunning for the black Ferrari is parked at the curb where I left it last night. He tilted his head to the side, “I thought we agreed to economize from now on” But I hurry to the other vehicle before he can rope me into an argument he would no doubt win, giving him and the Bentley a wide breath, shaking my head. “No Ian, just no” I’d rather drive myself thank you very much. I pop the handle and it stays shot, I stomp my feet, the car is locked and the key is nowhere in sight. Guess he’s taken it away, I just knew it’d come to this damn it. Using his car was another way of controlling me. I turn around heading back to the house “Guess I’m not going today” I could use some studying anyway. And some sleep. I glared at him as I walked past, what a dick. A hand wraps ar
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The door opens drawing my attention and I looked up, ah, well if it isn’t the adulteress. I do a mental face palm at the word, I can’t believe I just called someone that even in my head, it’s… mean and unlike me. Fuck. And I can’t believe I just used the f-word. What is wrong with me? I never judged people based on their life choices, I don’t know what they’ve been through. And judging was just wrong period. “I didn’t realize you had return” she smiled politely, a dimple popping in her cheek, her hair is in a bun with soft curls framing her face. Pretty. And why the hell was I scrutinizing her looks? Damn it. I cursed then winced. I’m just a bag of curse words today aren’t I? She’s holding what looks to be a basket of freshly laundered clothes. “I can come back later if you want” Biting my tongue as I don’t trust myself not to say something mean, I wave at her to go ahead. I want to act clueless but I know where my sudden dislike for her stems from. I dislike any form of ad
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Last night, after Ian left, I pushed my books away needing a moment to breathe. For what reason would he demand I have his ring at all time. How obnoxious and controlling and- Damn it. I understand having it on for public events and so on but even in school and at home? Why? I didn’t want to, it would be a constant reminder and I already have enough as it is. He took my home, and my Beatle and- It’s like he’s bulldoze into my life and trying to make me do things his way. A surge of emotion stirs in my stupid chest spreading a bitter taste across my tongue. I was… hurt. From this texts and then talking to his on the phone, a part of me began to see him as human. He knew emojis for goodness sake. I’d begun to humanize him. I thought we were beginning to find common ground. And maybe he wasn’t all that bad. What the hell was I expecting? He canceled my dorm application just to keep me under his thumb and here I was humanizing him. Stupid, freaking stupid. Well thanks to him fo
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Bound By the Billionaire Epilogue
“He used to come visit us” a voice called lightly behind me. It’s been two weeks since Ian moved back into the house, and I gradually returned to the land of the living, doing... well, things like waking up, leaving my bed, and talking to other people, this is one step I hadn't been able to make until this afternoon. We were taking it slow. I was learning to trust him again. We talked, spending as much time outside work as we could, breakfast every morning before he went to work and I, did whatever I wanted as it was the summer break, then dinner in the evenings, maybe a movie, and then bed. Separate beds. It was a little weird. But like I said, taking it slow. He showed me the file he had on me, it had been… very detailed, and even contained some information I hadn’t known about myself. He’s also promised not to keep things from me again. I’ve been spending more and more time at the foundation, Naomi agreed to take me on as an assistant teacher for the little
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I am so wet I did take much, only a slight bite of pain which I ignored in my need to have him inside, I shook as I sat on his hips, our groins flushed as flutters recked me. I cupped my breast pinching my nipple as I rolled my hips. So thick, hot and hard between my walls I fell foward, a hand smooths up my spine, into my hair and he captured my lips in a deep kiss. Groaning into my mouth as my hips rolled taking him deeper. Fucking myself on his cock. “Fuck baby, you feel so good, so fucking good” he groaned moving beneath me. Flashes of lightening colored the sky lightening up the room. “No” I knocked his hand away planted my palms on his chest when he made to rise, his hands reaching for me. “No Ian! Or I’ll stop” I warned slamming my hips down on his cock. He made a pained sound and curled his hands into a fist. “Let me touch you baby, please” “No” I snapped. Veins corded his neck as he threw his head back, pleasure and pain twisting his features as I boun
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Panic gripped me. “I don’t think that’s a good idea” I couldn’t stay here with him. Alone. “Incase you didn’t notice, it’s raining heavily” My eyes flew to the windows, rivulets of water lined the glass. “I’ll drive carefully, it’s fine” “Absolutely not, you will stay” the sharpness of his tone had me glancing at him. This close, the light amusement drained from his features and I noted a hint of displeasure in his eyes. “You are upset” But why? “What gave it away?” He cocked. “I’ve been away from my wife and my home for almost two weeks, your father passed and you spun my wishes to comfort you, you act as though I am a stranger when we have lived together for almost half a year, so yes, wife, I am upset, but that is a conversation for another time because even in my displeasure, I worry, so you will stay the night, I have several bedrooms, pick one. Allen will drop you off in the morning” Well crap. With nothing to say, I dipped my chin. It was futile anyway.
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The location leads me to an apartment complex in the city. I pack in the underground garage, The black Ferrari I’d named Bumper was packed at the curb when I stepped out of the house, the key fob in the drivers seat when I made my way around. I glance around as I shut off the vehicle my phone pinged with a text in the cup holder. Second elevator. It read Passcode: 0676 I drew in a fortifying breath before popping the door open. Cool wind blasted my face and through my loose hair. I tugged my jacket closer, seems it’s going to rain, I think as I looked around for the elevator and made my way towards it. After agreeing to meet him, I’d taken some time to freshen up and actually run a brush through my hair. I pushed the call button, moving from foot to foot, my belly queasy as waited for the evaluator to arrive. Ping I startled as the elevator door slid open. Is it too late to get back in my car? I could just tell him something came up. And talk later, it didn’t hav
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** Heat swooped down my belly settling in my core. Long fingers smoothed down my chest, cupping the weight and settling on my taut nipple pinching softly, I hummed, moaning out a name.My toes curled, heat enveloped me, molten lava swooped down my belly and I ached right there, between my legs. I let out a low moan, my thighs clenching at the beautiful stretch, a finger pressed down my clit and I sighed. I loved it when he did that. The movement quickened, smooth thrusts, and my thighs parted to give him more room, my head rolling from side to side as pleasure swept through me. I gasped and my lids blinked open, I was on my side one the bed, my heart beating so fast, in tempo with the throbbing between my legs. I shifted unto my back, blinking in confusion as reality washed over me, I'm in bedAlone.My core clenched painfully around my fingers and I realized how close to orgasm I was.I glanced at the bed once more, scanning the room and confirmed I was truly alone.I could have sw
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The day after Ian left, Dad passed away in his sleep, the nurse said his heart stopped beating. He’d gone quietly, painlessly. He was buried a week later.I didn't go. I couldn’t. I bared a grudge, maybe later I’d regret it but I am hurt. It wasn't like me, goody two shoes Katy, who always did what was expected of me. I didn't recognize myself these days.He’d been laid to rest beside my mum as he wanted. With mom and dad gone, and him… I was truly alone now. I’d gotten condolences and well wishes from Elise and Naomi, a few of Dad’s colleagues, his assistant at the company, and peers from high school on my social media had reached out also.I looked at them without responding.At some point, I got a notification that I'd missed my appointment at the clinic for another shot of birth control and to reschedule. I swiped away the notification so fast, and turned off my phone after that. Hannah has been by twice, the first time, I’d been surprised to see her and it showed. “You hav
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“I will not risk you” “I’m not asking Ian, I’ve made my decision. I need to see this through, I must” I swallowed shakingly. Learning about my mother sealed it. I was coming along end of. “I’m not asking Ian, I’ve made my decision. I need to see this through, I must” For as long as I can remember, I let others make decisions in my life. No more. Ian refused and I threatened to follow them. “Not if you lock you in your room” he returned. “Do that and I’ll never speak to you again!” I yelled. “At least you’ll be alive” I shook on the spot. “I’m not joking Ian- I swear I’ll- I need to be there. If they killed my mother, almost killed me, I need to see them face to face” He glared at me. I glared right back. My mind was made up. That evening, we seat at the back of the Bently. Mr. Allen drove with Mason rode shotgun. Another vehicle with security traveling behind us. I'm slightly surprised when we come to a stop in a normal looking building. I half expe
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“You knew me… before the courthouse,” I say the next morning. In his office where I'd met he and Mr Allen talking in low tones over a screen. They immediately went quiet, Ian had clicked it off when I let myself in and I wondered how many times I've seen him do that. I never cared to check what he was doing, and why would I? The other man nodded once and left the room. And I shoved my hands into my front pockets as I walked further into the room. He seems more himself this morning, in control, assured. Behind his large oak table, fingers steeped loosely over the now faced down tablet, he just looked at me, “Is that supposed to be a question" “Did you know me, Ian?” “Yes” What was that he said last night? He saw me, he wanted me and he got me? I nodded. “How?” He looked me over and I felt his internal turmoil as he debated what to tell me. “I first saw you in traffic, you were helping some kids crossing the road, I’m not sure what about it caught my attention," he said soft
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I didn’t know his name when I signed my name on that contract, then I moved into his house, with time I allowed him into my life, into my body. He might have been a stranger but I’d always felt a certain amount of safety that my dad knew him, chose him to be my husband and take over his company. I was wrong. So very wrong.Suspicions and doubt rose in my mind like a seven headed snake. Who is he?What did he want?With my father’s company. With me. I doubt it had anything to do with me.It had to be the company.I’m reminded that of recent he cut off Eunice and Monica’s allowance, it seemed he had done it to get back at them on my behalf but what if it wasn’t? Then there’s Mr. Grayson who I actually know to be a friend and partner of my dad's and has been ever suspicious of Ian, God, have I been a fool? There’s also Mr. Alfred, dad trusted him and so I trusted him, but how many times has Ian shown to be very aware of my discussions with the lawyer? Ian could have bought him of
