Taking Her Curves (BBW Billionaire Erotic Romance)

Taking Her Curves

Book Three of "My Curvy Diamond"

Rosabella Raines

Copyright 2013 Darkest
Secrets Publishing

Smashwords
Edition

It was no longer an exotic experience at this
point. Candlelight, live music filling the air, waiters whose
wardrobes cost more than the contents of my entire bank account.
Five star dining...had become routine. It seemed so wrong to be
blase, but as I looked across to the table to the man who had made
it so, he just grinned with a tinge of devious intent to him. The
only thing that had really changed were the flashes of cameras
around me. You don't reach William West's notoriety without gaining
some celebrity in the process, and people pay attention to who
celebrities date.

Will didn't seem to care though. He enjoyed
showing me off, having me where he wanted me, his plaything... the
mild buzz humming through me reminded me that he had much play in
mind tonight.

"Enjoying yourself, Suzanne?" He sipped his
glass of wine with one hand, the other resting on his leg,
concealing what I'm sure were his sicker intents.

"...I suppose so, Will..." The tinges of his
evil plan made it sure I was alert, forcing me to struggle to keep
a straight face in a situation I didn't truly belong in to begin
with. He tapped his leg, and a vibrating surge shuddered through
me, forcing me to brace myself on the table.

Earlier back at the office, I shuffled
through some papers, bored. Will had kept his distance from me the
the entire day. He left me to the my usual grunt work, potential
interviews, and the like. It'd been going like this for awhile,
actually. After a half year, nothing seemed new anymore. Not that I
didn't still enjoy it, such relationships for people like me being
something to be savored. Billionaires don't typically go after
curvy country girls.

It was time to punch out. Salary work meant
no actual clock, but it still meant I had a 'done for the day'
ritual. I wandered up to my lover's office. I'd check in if I
needed to work overtime...and sometimes overtime turned out to be
so very fun. Other times, it was actual work that didn't involve me
being bent over a desk reminding the entire building that my boss
and I had a very special relationship.

Today...was simply a note attached to an
elegant silk white gown. With a few more frills and a veil it'd be
wedding worthy. The note?

Wear this. We are going out tonight, my curvy
diamond.

Not that unusual. He'd done such things
before, ordering me to bear whatever he had chosen for me for our
nightly adventure. Choice in the matter wasn't up for debate, I
simply did what I was told. Sometimes, it was like all I was to him
was a pet, his plaything.

It isn't to say that I didn't enjoy such
things. I took the dress, locking the door, and started to strip
down, changing into it. It fit exquisitely, Will's people having my
measurements on file and expertly crafting it to my curves. Always
making me look wonderful, a world of difference from the days of
scrambling for the sale shelves at K-Mart.

This dress, however, was special. I ran my
fingers over fabric of the special panties that Will had selected
to go along with it...they were fabulous on the outside, as fine a
material as anything else crafted for me on his command. But the
interior...well, I doubt the tailors typically worked with such
things.

"Suzanne...have you ever considered the
future?" Will cut into the steak before him, his eyes wandering the
room. My head titled, wondering what bothered him. His eyes were
usually boring into me, reading and enjoying my soul. Today...was
William West nervous?

"I'm still coping with the trauma of the
paycheck to paycheck lifestyle." I had a pasta dish in front of me.
Wonderful, as always. After being immersed for so long, I don't
know if I could ever eat a can of Spaghetti-Os again. "It doesn't
leave much foresight beyond knowing if I'll be able to pay my bills
this month."

"You've had to think about it. Your hopes,
your dreams. Do you desire to be your own woman...or would you be
happy being the confidant of the ruler?"

I shook my head. William West didn't do
philosophy lightly. "...I don't know. After I got out of high
school, I went to college because that's what you did. After
college, I was scooped up by your firm. I'm just trying to find my
way as it comes, Will. Not everyone has the burning ambition to
rule the world."

The hum in my panties continued. He noticed I
was getting too coherent for him, and spiked me with a twist of his
fingers. I managed to let out my moan as a subtle breath, resisting
him, trying not draw attention to him having me by the labia. He
simply grinned, and used a finger to rub his chin. "Suzanne...tell
me, where do you want to be in five years?"

"...Is this a job interview, Will?" My eyes
stayed close, both enjoying and fighting his sinful motives. I
pushed an eyelid open, hoping to spot where he was keeping the
control, but sleight of hand appeared to be one of his hidden
talents. "I thought I was already hired."

"Maybe I'm considering you for a
promotion."

"Five years..." I swallowed. I had
thoughts...Oh no...was this it? "Will...I..."

"I'll tell you where I see myself in five
years, Suzanne." He clicked the device up a notch, the humming a
bit more intense across my tender folds, moving things within me,
the parts poking into my clit, forcing me to grip my fork tight. "I
see myself as a ruler of the world. A giant that brings both fear
and inspiration among the financial industry. On top of those lists
in all of the magazines. Those who showed me no respect crushed
underfoot."

"Will..." My teeth grit. "We all don't have
as figured out as much as you."

"I hardly expect people to do so...but I
wasn't done. All of that will pale to who I have behind me. You, my
curvy diamond. My wife, the mother of my children, my partner."

Partner? Another notch was kicked up on his
hidden hands. The vibrations rose accordingly. Expertly engineered,
the only sound was me muffling my own moans, not to be calling out
his name in the middle of a crowded restaurant.

He stood, both hands in his pockets, a few
graceful steps over me. I looked up to him, managing a smile. He
dropped to the knee, and produced a box out of one of his coat
pockets, cracking it open. My eyes went wide. "Will...oh...."

Any rich idiot could have bought the biggest
diamond they could find and slap it on a ring, and call it
romantic. William West was more thoughtful, an expertly crafted
silver band, diamonds forged into the piece, sleek yet exquisite.
The essence of him, designed just for me, made a little bit bigger
than your typical jewelry. "Marry me, Suzanne. Be mine for the rest
of our days."

The vibrations rolled through me, assaulting
my folds and clit ever so completely, making me shudder with
warmth. Backed by the overflowing emotion flowing through me, tears
started to well up in my eyes as I bit my lip. The entire place was
now looking at me, the scene he had so delicately created rushing
through my mind.

Watching me fight orgasm...watching me make
the most important decision of my life. Something lingered in
me...but if this was all just a fairy tale, there was never any
doubt in my response. "Yes, Will...Yes...ooo..."

There was applause in the crowd, but even in
all the noise, I was deafened by the click of Will's hand, notching
up the device another level. Everything flared within me, as I
collapsed onto him, embracing him, bracing on him to fight back the
urge to let lust claim me in public.

Will cradled my head, easing his lips to my
ear. He commanded, at a whisper. "Come for me...it will appear you
are only overtaken by joy."

All I needed was his permission to do just
that. I couldn't take any more of the sensations visited upon my
clit and pussy, the explosion coming over me like a tsunami, my
vision going white. My back began to arch, but he was there to hold
me, hug me...pet me, make it look as like I was inconspicuously
sobbing wildly with happiness, cameras flashing, capturing our
moment.

I'd never forget that moment, for reasons
both good and bad.

***

My heart never fully rested when I returned
to work. As I walked around, shuttling reports, my eyes just kept
darting back down to that ring, in all of its glory. An engagement
ring. I went from his girlfriend...to a fiance. Like I needed more
to make it all seem unreal to me.

"You have a very nice ring. You don't have to
keep showing it to me like that." The courier said as I was signing
for some packages.

I blushed, hiding my hand. Subconsciously, I
kept flashing it off to the poor delivery guy, rubbing my nice
thing in his face. "Oh, I'm sorry. Just excited."

I took the box, signed the paper, nodded and
let them take off. I dropped it off in the mail room before
returning to my desk, leaning back, still riding on that high of
the proposal.

"Suzanne Carter, tabloid star." A mousier
voice spoke up in the distance and swaggered into my own little
office, and threw down a newspaper.

"Hello to you too, Kat." My eyes darted down
to the paper.

"Never expected my little Suzie to be on the
front page. 'West's Weighty Wedding'. They got a show last night,
didn't they?"

"They've been...kinda following us for while.
The company's been doing well and they're just looking for some
scandal to sink us."

"I shouldn't have to hear about this stuff
from the tabloids first, Suzie. Should have told me."

"I thought you'd want to hear the news in
person."

Kat started flipping through the paper for
me. "Well you're slow about it. If I didn't get my daily dose of
gossip from the paper, I would have heard it from all the other
girls round the office."

"Oh? What are they saying...?"

"Lots of 'oh how can Mr. West be all over a
girl like her', 'I'm prettier', 'blah blah suck enough dick blah
blah'"

I recoiled a bit. "...Ouch, Kat..."

"Fuck 'em. Jealous bitches, all of them." She
blew up hair out of her face. "Not like the tabloids are treating
you much better."

I looked down at the trashy reporting. They'd
outed me as a literal nobody, painting me as a slob that somehow
seduced Will for his money. They captured me in the most awkward of
poses, untouched photos, raw to make me as ugly as possible. To
really kick me in the face, this was opposite a page with a
beautiful airbrushed model. Ugh.

"Kickers everywhere. 'Girls like Susanne
Karter don't typically get men like William West...because of the
simple fact they don't deserve them. West should get his head
checked because he can do much better'." Kat chewed on her tongue a
bit, rolling her eyes.

"...If they're going to bash me, can they at
least spell my name right?"

"Don't pay them any mind, Suzie. It's not
about you. It's about West, and tearing him down."

I tried to stay calm and get some breathing
in. In theory, it should have helped with my anxiety. In practice?
Not so much.

Kat placed a hand on my shoulder. "No one who
matters is going to judge him or you. Just remember that. If this
is what you want, nothing ought to stop you."

Our conversation was suddenly interrupted by
an imposing presence. "We have places to be, Suzanne." Will entered
my sight, bringing me a slight grin.

"Oh...? You never tell me these things,
Will..." I stood and dusted myself off, wanting to look nice for
him, unlike the slob the world apparently thought I was.

"I dread to do so, but I owe it to my family
to pay them a visit with my recent commitments."

"Family? You never told me about your family,
Will..."

"I have my reasons." He glanced at Kat and
the tabloid. "Those are full of garbage, Katherine. You know better
than that."

"Gotta have my gossip." She snapped back,
unconcerned with me taking off across the world again. It was
simply the natural course of things at this point.