Billionaire's Bounty (Plus Size Loving) BBW Erotic Romance (8 page)

She felt him
take her hand silently as they made their way inside and up the lift to their
suite. They didn’t speak, and he didn’t look at her, but she could feel his
tension, the feral aura that exuded from him. His fingers linked with hers, and
his touch was strong, possessive. She had no doubt of what lay in store the
moment they’d have the bedroom door closed behind them. And yet she couldn’t
help wondering what would be number one on the agenda...

***

Miranda didn’t
have to wonder for long. Once they were alone in the bedroom, he started to
discard his clothes. Taking his cue, she reached behind her for her zipper, but
he told her gruffly, “No, don’t. I’ll do it.”

So she waited
obediently, and didn’t demur when, moments later, he led her to the front of
the ornate
mirror which
took up almost the whole
length of one wall. She stared at her unrecognizable reflection; her wild eyes,
her slightly dishevelled hair. He stood behind her, his hands reaching to
unravel her upbraided locks, bringing it to fall in chestnut waves on her
shoulders. His face was bent close to hers, and he lifted his eyes to hold hers
in the mirror.

Deliberately,
he drew down the zipper at her back, before tugging down the expensive black
dress. It pooled at her feet, and she stepped out of it to stand in her
matching red strapless corset and panties. Her waist was pinched in a few
inches by the snug, sexy corset, giving her full figure even more of an
hour-glass
shape. Her legs stretched almost endlessly down
to her shiny black pumps, which elongated her frame even more. She heard him
draw in a sharp breath, and with his body so close up behind
her,
she could feel the heat of his nakedness, especially the rigid length of his
cock throbbing against her bare bottom. He shivered, she shivered...it was
torment to be standing so near to each other, and yet, still having to hold
themselves back.

“Nice...very
nice,” he said in approval, his voice little more than a growl. His hands fell
on her waist, into which he dug his fingers. He tugged her back hard against
him, and she felt too excited by his closeness to breathe. What did he want?
What was he going to do to her?

“Your body is
mine,” he told her softly in her ear, making the tiny hairs on her lobe tingle.
She gasped and arched her neck, feeling his lips slide over her skin
feverishly. His hands smoothed up over her breasts, cupping them. She still had
on the gorgeous necklace, and it glinted brightly even in the well-lit room.
That single strand hung down between her mounds, which the tight corset had
pushed together to form a juicy cleavage.

“And tonight,
I’m going to claim the spoils,” he went on softly, holding her gaze in the
mirror. “I will re-discover every succulent, sweet-tasting inch of you...till
you are imprinted in my memory, as I will be in yours. And no man is ever going
to touch you, or kiss you again, without you thinking of me – and
remembering how perfect it was between us.”

Miranda felt
her heart lurch at this promise, shocked at the edge of dismay, which mixed in
with the desire she felt for him to keep his word. She didn’t want him to make
her think of later, of when their
one week
of stolen
passion will have to end. She wanted to dwell on the here and now, because
remembering that soon, she would need to walk away and not look back, was
becoming a prospect too terrible to envisage...

***

She’d secretly
thought that nothing could top last night. But that memory was beginning to
fade to the more unhurried, yet even more vigorous sexual regimen he mapped out
for them that night.

There, in front
of the mirror, he began to kiss her lips strongly, his hand in her hair
twisting her head back over her shoulder so she could meet his lips. His other
hand had pushed beneath the corseted bra to grab hold of her breast, his touch
rough and passionate. She moaned, feeling him massage her sensitive nipple with
his fingers. He pinched it suddenly, making her gasp at the unexpected sting.
And then he pulled, and pinched, and set her on fire with the hot blend of pain
and pleasure. Her knees felt weak and unable to support her, and it was like
her shattering climax in the car hadn’t happened, because she wanted him now
even harder than before.

She was hungry
for him in ways that frightened her. She wanted him to take her roughly, with
no holds barred. To fling her to the bed on her knees and ride into her so deep
she’d feel it in her ribcage. She wanted hotter, sweatier sex with him than
they’d had before... And something in the way he yanked on her hair as he
kissed her, tugging at the roots so hard it made her eyes burn a little, told
her he was of one mind.

She danced her
tongue with his daringly, opening her mouth wide and trying to devour him with
her kiss. He expressed his approval with a deep groan, his caresses on her
breast mounting in urgency, “Oh hell, I want you
so bad
...,
” were his tortured words
against her lips, and she trembled as she told him she wanted him too.

“Yes...you do,”
he agreed with a dangerous glint in his eyes as they met hers in the mirror.
“And you’re going to love the things I want to do to you...”

She knew he was
right. And when he asked her softly in her ear if she trusted him, she nodded
soundlessly. Over and over again she trembled, wondering the reason for the
question. Already, she was finding it hard to breathe, especially in the
tightly-laced
corset that he still made no move to take off.
Watching him touch her and kiss her as they stood in the mirror was such a
turn-on, and she felt her already soaked panties getting wet all over again.

“On the bed,
now.”

His tone was
brusque, breaking into her haze of pleasure. Without a word, she moved to the
king-sized bed, not sure how he wanted her, till he told her to go on her hands
and knees. She obeyed, wondering
why it felt so good to be so submissive, to hear him instruct her and knowing
she would comply without question. She felt a roiling inside her belly as she waited
for him to join her. Moments later, she felt the mattress dip beneath his
weight, and then he was tying a silk scarf over her eyes.

Her heart
thumped, the sudden deprivation of sight heightening her already fevered
excitement. She was taking shallow, rapid breaths to stop the sudden feeling of
suffocation the corset was giving her by this time. It was far from comfortable
and yet it seemed to only add to the eroticism of the moment. Besides, she felt
so sexy wearing it, knowing how turned on he’d been when he’d seen her in it.

She could feel
him caressing her bottom, his hands cupping the fleshy cheeks as he told her
how sexy her ass was. She squirmed with pleasure, his voice trailing over her
like warm satin. Not being able to see, she could only feel, and she kept
holding her breath and wondering what was coming next. The suspense was almost
killing her, but in a deeply titillating way.

There came the
unmistakable feeling of him pressing kisses all over her bum, even as he rubbed
on the full globes with fingers that grew from tender to rough. And then,
moments later,
she was surprised by his hand coming down hard
on her ass
.

“Oh!” she
gasped out loud, stunned to the bone.
What
the heck was that?
And more importantly,
why did it feel so fucking good
?

“Did that
hurt?” he asked in her ear, voice husky. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No
..
. Yes – I mean,” she paused, hardly able to breathe
with the sweet stinging she felt from that first, hot slap on her right cheek.
“I mean it does sting, but I...I liked it. I want you to do it again.”

“Do what
again?” was his rumbled enquiry. “You mean this?” And once more, he spanked
her, harder this time. His large palm landed with firm force, and she could
feel her bottom twinge at the sharpness of the pain.
Ooh
heavens, she wanted to pass out from how freaking hot it felt
to have his hand smacking her ass. She couldn’t believe herself when she told
him
yes
,
that. Do it again, harder.

He merely
chuckled, but he gladly obliged, and treated her to a series of smacks, the strength
increasing with each strike. Her whole body clenched every time he lifted his
hand from her bottom, because she was never quite sure the second it was going
to land again. And when it did, the “thwack” on her plump flesh seemed to
vibrate all the way to her pussy, making her inner muscles squeeze with
pleasure. She moaned out his name, her limbs trembling as she wondered how much
she could take before she came again. It was just almost too terrible a
pleasure to bear.

“Now I don’t
want you to make a sound,” he said gruffly, and she bit back the next moan, her
breath catching as he whacked her hard again. Behind her blindfold, she blinked
at the spots of
bliss which
had begun to appear inside
the enforced darkness. Even touch from the flat of his hand was
magnified,
multiplied by the fact that she could not see,
only feel. Her ears pricked to hear the sound of his hand arching in the air,
before it came sailing down to spank her bottom again, and again.

The soreness
began to eat deeper into her skin, and she wanted to sob at the pleasure-pain,
till she remembered his warning for her to keep silent. She swallowed
convulsively, lips parting as she forced air into her punished lungs. She
almost wished now that she hadn’t pulled the front laces of the corset so
tight. But then it had given such a lovely cleavage that she’d done it up
tighter than she should have. And now, she was near suffocating inside it,
unable to take deep enough breaths. She felt herself grow light-headed from the
sensation, her mind swimming as she realized she was close, very close to
fainting away with pleasure.

Suddenly, he
stopped, and this time when his hand touched her bottom, it was in gentle,
soothing caresses. She heaved a sigh, willing her heartbeat to regularize.

“Good girl,” he
said deeply, rubbing her now tender skin, and she actually felt her heart dance
at the words of praise. “You’ve taken your bit of discipline very, very well. I
feel like I should reward you now...with my cock.” As he spoke, she felt him
slip his fingers between her upturned
ass
, reaching
underneath her thong for her pussy, which was slick with her juices. He hummed
in delight, even as she wobbled at the knees, a soundless gasp spilling from
her open mouth. His other hand reached her breast, his body leaning over hers
as he roughly squeezed it and twisted her nipple. Miranda bit on her lip in
ecstasy.

“So tell
me...tell me how badly you want me inside you,” he said, his breath caressing
her ear. She could feel the hardness of his penis sliding in between her aching
ass cheeks, and she seemed unable to stop trembling. “I need to hear you say
it,” he added softly, his tongue running over her sensitive earlobe and making
her sigh shakily.

“I want you
inside me, Jude,” she let out at last, her voice breathy and euphoric at the
prospect of being soon filled with his magnificent cock. “I want it very, very
much.”

“Oh baby,” he
groaned, and she felt a shudder run through him. That was when she realized how
much he’d been punishing himself, as well, and not just her. But he soon
regained his control, and straightened to position himself behind her. She
heard him putting on protection, and seconds
later,
he
was hooking a finger into her skimpy thong, drawing it to the side. It seemed
so freaking hot to her that he wanted to fuck her with it still on, and as he
pushed her knees further apart and lined his shaft in front of her slit, she
tensed in terrific expectation for that moment when he would slam into her.

But first, he
only teased her with the head of his cock, driving her crazy as he stroked
himself on her sopped opening. Her thighs began to tremble helplessly, and this
time she couldn’t hold back a tearful sob. She asked, no begged, for him to
take her. She thrust back against him, desperate for his penetration. He was
only making her all the more slick and mushy inside, and all the more ready to
be powerfully claimed.

And when he
finally rocked into her, she almost went giddy with pleasure, unable to keep
herself
from crying out. She heard him groan, his body going
still as her pussy vibrated around his invading cock, which was only half
inside her. And she wanted more. Instinctively, she pushed back in his
direction - just before he took hold of her hips and dove into her to the hilt.

Miranda gasped,
unprepared for the solid sense of being ripped in half now that he was fully
inside her. There was a terrible sweetness to the pain, making it so that she
didn’t want it to end. She wanted it to continue. So she wriggled her bottom
against him, and he took it as a signal that she was ready for his hot, hard
taking.

She felt his
fingers in her hair, roping the long thick strands around his wrist. And then
he pulled roughly, leaning back on his knees so that she was forced to arch
back till she was balanced on him. His thighs were now underneath hers, and he
began to pump himself up into her pussy. Lost in her dark, bottomless world,
Miranda could only moan and buck; wrapped up in the pleasure he was giving her.
Her discomfort with the corset was irrelevant now, what with that monster of a
cock pushing deeper and deeper into her, pounding against spots within her core
that she’d never known a man could reach. Her bottom bounced up and down on
him, their movements corresponding perfectly.