The Billionaire's Lover: Curves To Keep (Part One) (A BBW Erotic Romance) (6 page)

Edwards twirled the handcuffs he had taken
out of his desk absently, a slight twitching of his lips showing
his amusement, and Gabrielle felt herself blushing over and over
again in hot and cold waves, wanting to flee and yet so intrigued
by what was happening that she couldn’t convince herself to move
without his command. “Take the shirt off and put it aside.”
Gabrielle slipped her shirt off, letting it fall to the floor—too
flustered and aroused to look for a place to put it. Edwards put
the pair of handcuffs down on the desk and reached out, cupping her
breasts through the thin lace of the bra she had worn. Gabrielle
couldn’t quite suppress the moan that rose up from her chest at the
contact, feeling the warmth of Edwards’ hands through the almost
nonexistent fabric as he began to tease her breasts, squeezing them
and hefting them in his hands. “These are very nice indeed,” he
murmured, his fingers finding her hardening nipples and fastening
on them. Gabrielle gasped, arching instinctively into his touch as
he began to twist and roll them between his fingers, sending jolts
of slightly painful pleasure shooting through her body, directly to
her pussy.

Edwards reached around to her back and
unhooked the clasp of Gabrielle’s bra, drawing it away from her
body slowly. Gabrielle’s breasts quivered slightly as he freed them
from their confines, her body beginning to shake with desire that
she couldn’t quite control. Edwards put the bra aside on his desk
and resumed his attentions to her breasts, tweaking her nipples
sharply with his thumb and forefinger until Gabrielle whimpered
helplessly, squirming and arching into his touch. She felt her
pussy become swiftly soaking wet, her inner walls tightening
convulsively under the assault of Edwards’ attentions. “Take off
your panties,” Edwards instructed her lowly. “Leave that charming
skirt on.” Gabrielle bit her bottom lip, trying to focus on the
task that Edwards had set her while his fingers continued to tease
and play with her nipples, utterly distracting her. She managed to
slip her panties over her hips and let them fall down her legs,
shifting slightly in spite of the tug of pain that came with
it—Edwards’ grip on her nipples didn’t lessen as she shifted
downward to push her panties past her knees—and finally stepping
free of the garment. “Are you soaking wet, my dear Gabrielle?”
Edwards asked her softly, rolling her nipples steadily between his
thumb and forefinger. Gabrielle was too aroused to speak, but
nodded, a squeak of sound leaving her throat as Edwards’ grip on
her sensitive nipples tightened. “Out loud, please.”

“Y-yes, Mr. Edwards,” Gabrielle managed to
stutter. Edwards smiled slowly, relinquishing her nipples abruptly.
He picked up the handcuffs once more.

“Turn around, and put your hands behind your
back.” Gabrielle moved to obey; surprised at herself—she was not
the obedient type, under normal circumstances. She brought her
hands around to the small of her back and felt a frisson of erotic
fear as she felt the cold cuffs close on first one, then the other
wrist, clicking into place firmly. She instinctively tugged against
them and felt the chilling bite of the metal into her soft skin,
not even the tiniest amount of give in the rigid material. Edwards
turned her to face him once more, and Gabrielle stumbled slightly
in her heels, off-balance from having her wrists locked behind her.
“I hope you will agree with me that discipline is a very great
necessity—both in the workplace, and in life?” Edwards raised his
eyebrow, and Gabrielle nodded breathlessly, her mind flickering
back to the spanking she had witnessed.

Edwards cleared his desk quickly, pushing the
papers aside before gently pressing Gabrielle face down upon the
surface. He shifted her feet beneath her, scooting her up against
the unyielding frame until her ass was stuck up in the air, her
legs spread steadily so that she wouldn’t stumble. Gabrielle felt
the cooler air of the room brush up along her inner thighs,
caressing her slick folds as she stood bent over and helpless, her
skin crawling with anticipation. She started slightly when Edwards’
hand came against her ass; he was caressing her through the fabric
of her skirt slowly, exploring the curve of her buttocks as she
tried not to squirm. “Ah, yes, you are such a fine specimen of
womanhood, Gabrielle.” He squeezed her ass firmly in his hands.
“It’s almost too tempting to take your skirt off right away and see
what this lovely part of your body looks like underneath the
clothes.” He gave her ass another firm squeeze, and Gabrielle
squirmed, a soft whimper creeping up through her throat.

The next moment, his grip on her withdrew,
and Gabrielle had only an instant of confusion—of
anticipation—before his hand came down across her ass firmly, a
muted smack sounding in her ears even as the blow sent a jolt
through her, seemingly straight to her already-soaking pussy.
Before she could recover from her sense of shock, Edwards brought
his hand down again, striking another part of her ass, and she
yelped, twitching and starting—but not quite able to move. His hand
came down against her again and again, and Gabrielle felt her skin
heating up under the blows, a faint tingle growing along the curve
of her ass cheeks as he hit the same parts of her over and over
again. Just when she was beginning to become accustomed to the
onslaught, Gabrielle was startled once more when Edwards pulled her
skirt up abruptly, exposing her completely. She started to
instinctively pull herself up, shy and uncomfortable, but Edwards
pushed her back onto the desk firmly but gently, holding her there
until she began to calm down.

He reached between her legs, and Gabrielle
squirmed slightly as his fingers brushed against her slick folds,
delicate as a feather. He pressed more firmly against her, slipping
along her labia, and Gabrielle suppressed the urge she felt to push
her hips down and back, wanting more than just the teasing contact
he was giving her. “Oooh, this is an unexpected treat—you keep
yourself very smooth. Is that so you’ll be more sensitive?” His
fingers found her clit and stroked it slowly, rubbing against the
bead of flesh. Gabrielle writhed, unable to help herself, the
contact sending tingles of electric sensation through her body. She
murmured an affirmative, and heard Edwards’ amused chuckle. He
withdrew his fingers and Gabrielle whimpered helplessly, pressing
her forehead against the cool, hard surface of his desk and trying
to get a hold of herself.

Edwards brought his hand down quickly against
her ass, sending a sharp crack of sensation through her body.
Gabrielle’s yelp transformed into a moan as he squeezed her the
next instant, sending a fresh wave of pain and pleasure that made
her feel weak with desire. His hand came down again, finding
another spot, and igniting another flashpoint of tingling fire.
Gabrielle struggled to remain still as he landed blow after blow,
seemingly hitting every inch of skin over her curving buttocks,
taking his time and hitting certain spots repeatedly. She was
dripping wet, her pussy tightening with need, her whole body
trembling from the rigid control. Gabrielle barely felt the strain
in her arms from the awkward position they were locked in, or the
pressure in her feet; her entire being was focused on the spanking
she was receiving, on her intense need for more.

Gabrielle was panting when Edwards finally
retreated, his blows stopping suddenly. She could barely hold
herself up on the desk, and as she heard him moving around behind
her, she sagged, realizing only then that tears had started to form
in her eyes. “I think that’s enough for you right now,” Edwards
remarked, and Gabrielle’s keen ears picked up the sound of him
moving around the desk. He stood in front of her, and Gabrielle
awkwardly looked up, tilting her head to try and see enough of his
face to divine his intent. Edwards was smiling faintly, looking
down at her with undisguised lust. “Are you very sorry for
threatening to expose my encounter with that secretary?” he asked
her lowly. Gabrielle nodded, knowing the correct answer without
needing any better lead than the question. “Then I will give you an
opportunity to make amends.” He unbuckled his belt and Gabrielle’s
interest spiked, her gaze following his hands as he opened the fly
of his expensive trousers. He didn’t remove them completely,
instead pulling a thick, hard cock out of the confines. Gabrielle
licked her lips instinctively, thinking that he was larger than
almost any of her previous partners with faint trepidation.

Edwards pulled her up more firmly onto the
desk, dragging her across the surface until her feet were dangling
in the air and her face was hovering above his cock. “Show me how
sorry you are, Gabrielle,” he murmured. Gabrielle ducked her head,
thinking with irritation how much easier it would be if her hands
were free. She cringed as her instinctive move to reach out for him
with her hands made the handcuffs dig more firmly into her wrists
and took a deep breath, licking her lips thoroughly. She moved them
down onto the tip of Edwards’ cock, taking it into her mouth slowly
and focusing all of her effort on her lips and tongue. She sucked
and licked him, closing her eyes and tilting her head slightly for
better control. It was uncomfortable, but oddly thrilling as she
took more and more of him into her mouth, holding herself up and
beginning to bob her head up and down. “Mmm,” Edwards murmured, his
fingers moving into her hair. She felt a slight tugging and
realized he was pulling her hair free of its bun, the hair pins
clattering to the wooden surface of the desk as his fingers began
to work through her thick tresses. Gabrielle knew that she had to
please him—that the whole point of the exercise was for her to
demonstrate her ability to please, her willingness to give
pleasure. She took as much of him as she could, ruthlessly
suppressing her gag reflex and vertigo both, sucking and licking
more enthusiastically as she tasted the sharpness of his precum
beginning to flow. She gasped when she felt his hand come down
across her exposed ass cheeks suddenly, almost choking in her
startlement. Then Edwards was holding her head firmly, his fingers
working through her hair as he thrust slowly but steadily into the
attentions of her mouth.

She was gratified at the low moan she heard
leaving his lips, filled with intense pleasure at the thought of
her slight power over him. If she could make him reach orgasm with
her mouth, she thought… she had done it to so many men, she knew it
was only a matter of technique. Gabrielle sucked harder, running
her tongue along all of the sensitive places she knew made up the
anatomy of Edwards’ cock; she pressed against the tip, along the
length of the nerve that ran underneath, moaning to send vibrations
through the sensitive shaft as she began moving faster and faster.
She was consumed with the desire—the outright need—to make Edwards
come, to have that small token of power over him, and she took him
deeper into her mouth than she had ever taken any man, devouring
him with her lips and tongue, even letting him brush against the
muscles of her throat in spite of the discomfort. Edwards was
moaning lowly, his cock twitching inside of her mouth, his body
tensing, and Gabrielle knew he had to be close—he was only moments
away from climax.

Abruptly, he pulled out of her mouth,
stepping back from her slightly, and Gabrielle let out a low, needy
whimper, arching her neck to look up into his face with
disappointment. Edwards chuckled, struggling to catch his breath
for a moment. “Oh-ho, you are a talented woman,” he said, stroking
her cheek with surprising tenderness. “But you didn’t really think
I was going to let you finish me off to
your
satisfaction, did you?” Gabrielle found
herself smiling in spite of her disappointment at the caressing,
dominant tone of voice. Edwards shook his head, his lips twitching
with a smile. “You’re a hungry little minx, aren’t you? Determined
not to ever fully give in.” He gave her hair a sharp tug and
Gabrielle gasped, tensing. “I will have to teach you the benefits
of submitting.” He pulled her up carefully and kissed her deeply on
the lips for a long moment, and Gabrielle forgot about her
determination to make him orgasm, lost in the thrill of her
helplessness and the demands of the kiss. Just when she was
becoming accustomed, Edwards let go of her, letting her fall back
to the desk in a graceless heap. He strode around the desk, out of
her sight, and Gabrielle struggled, trying to find a way to look
for him, to see what he was doing.

He pulled her by the legs, dragging her
backward until her feet touched the ground, and Gabrielle grimaced
at the way her breasts pressed against the hard surface,
uncomfortable and tight. He settled her in the same position he’d
put her in at first, her hips pressed firmly against the edge of
the desk, her legs spread, and he lifted her skirt back up, his
fingers gliding across the curve of her ass as Gabrielle shivered
and trembled, frightened and intrigued all at once. It occurred to
her—too late, perhaps—that Edwards could do almost whatever he
wanted to her in her current state; she couldn’t get free to defend
herself, and the office was so private that even if she yelled, no
one would hear her. His fingers dipped down between her legs and he
began to play them against her soaking wet labia, teasing her as
she squirmed and writhed, the contact reminding her of how much her
body wanted relief. Edwards worked his way between her slick folds
slowly, finding her clit after torturous moments and rubbing
against it firmly. Gabrielle squirmed and writhed as he rubbed the
cluster of nerves, retreating and then returning, leaving her
trembling with intense need. “You are not to come without my
permission,” Edwards told her firmly, and Gabrielle, too aroused to
speak, nodded her assent to the condition, willing to agree to
anything if it would give her the promise of more, of better
contact, of satisfaction.