The Billionaire's Lover: Curves To Keep (Part One) (A BBW Erotic Romance) (7 page)

Edwards’ fingers withdrew and Gabrielle
whimpered, pushing her hips back by instinct, needy for his touch.
The next moment she felt him pressing against her, the slightly
rough material of his trousers brushing against the backs of her
thighs. She tried to hold herself still as he brought his cock up
between her legs, rubbing against her soaking wet pussy. He rocked
his hips, teasing her interminably; his hot, hard cock slipped
along her wet slit slowly and steadily, the tip barely missing her
clit as he moved against her. Sounds were leaving her throat,
wordless expressions of intense need that Gabrielle had never made
before, and she tried to push down, back, wanting more than
anything to feel Edwards inside of her. “Remember, you’re here for
my pleasure,” Edwards murmured, shifting his movements slightly so
that his cock was pressed right up against the well of her pussy,
tantalizingly close to where she wanted it most. Gabrielle gritted
her teeth, trying to calm her breathing as her body shook with a
desire so intense that every moment of waiting was torture.

Edwards thrust into her slowly, filling her
tight pussy, and Gabrielle moaned out, long and low, sagging with
brief satisfaction against the desk. She panted as she felt the
thickness of him pushing up along her inner walls, inexorably
thrusting deeper inside of her as she stood there helpless to
either stop him or to change the pace. He pulled out of her almost
entirely before thrusting even deeper inside, taking his time to
let her feel every inch of him penetrating her. Gabrielle realized
she was clenching her hands into fists, biting her lip so hard that
she could almost taste blood, as she held herself up, trying to
will Edwards to move faster. Instead he continued his slow, steady
thrusts for several more long moments, tormenting Gabrielle with
the satisfaction of the feeling of his cock deep inside of her
before withdrawing it. He pulled out until just his tip was inside
of her and stopped, leaving Gabrielle shaking with pent-up desire.
“Push yourself onto me,” he commanded her. “Show me how much you
want me.” Gabrielle squirmed, trying to get a better position, and
pushed her hips back and down as hard as she could, struggling with
her lack of leverage and balance. She heard Edwards’ lust-filled
chuckle, and his hands closed on her hips, pushing her back up
against the desk and pinning her there.

Instead of continuing the torture, he thrust
into her hard and fast, making Gabrielle gasp at the jolt of
pleasure the sudden movement sent through her body. Edwards held
onto her tightly, keeping her utterly helpless and still as he
thrust into her again and again, pounding into her from behind. She
squirmed and writhed, trying ineffectually to twist her hips as her
body was gripped by mounting pleasure. She remembered in a daze
that she wasn’t allowed to come without his permission—Gabrielle
moaned and whimpered, fighting against the momentum of increasing
arousal that built up in her with every thrust of Edwards’ hips as
he plunged deeper and deeper into her pussy. She bit her bottom
lip, trying to focus on the tingling fire of pain along her ass
cheeks instead of the intense pleasure that Edwards was giving her.
She couldn’t hold back—a flare of panic rose up in her mind—she was
going to disobey Edwards.

Gabrielle twisted and writhed, straining to
try and keep herself from reaching the orgasm that was only a
hair’s breadth away. “Remember, Gabrielle,” Edwards murmured
between moans. Gabrielle was shaking, her whole body tense with the
effort of restraining herself. She could feel herself getting
closer and closer to orgasm, whimpering from the strain.

“Please…” she said, gasping, straining
against the cuffs on her wrists. “Please, Mr. Edwards…” She heard
him chuckle shortly, and one of his hands left her hips, dipping
around and down between her legs. He began to stroke her clit,
finding it in a moment, and Gabrielle let out a cry, the whimpers
leaving her lips constantly as the contact made it nearly
impossible for her to continue holding back. She was so
close—pleasure was coursing through her body, sensation shooting up
along every nerve.

Edwards’ fingertips played more firmly
against her clit, and Gabrielle almost panicked, thinking that she
would almost undoubtedly come without permission. She was poised to
beg again, to scream out her plea for release. “Come for me,
Gabrielle. Come for me right now.” Gabrielle cried out in pleasure,
her body tensing up in the moment of hearing the words—the
permission that Edwards had finally granted her. The next moment
her self-control gave way and an orgasm more intense than any she
had ever experienced crashed through her, obliterating every
ability to think. Gabrielle was only dimly aware of Edwards
continuing to pound into her from behind as she was wracked by wave
after wave of pleasure, her body moving and contorting as much as
her position would allow. She cried out over and over again, the
pleasure intensifying each moment until it finally broke. Gabrielle
heard Edwards groaning, felt the sticky-slick sensation deep inside
of her as he reached his own orgasm, thrusting into her a few last
times hard. He sagged against her briefly, and Gabrielle felt her
mind drifting away, the intense pleasure pulling her inexorably
into a deep doze. The relief that rushed into her arms as Edwards
released the handcuffs made her moan, but for a long moment, she
plunged into darkness, so thoroughly satisfied she couldn’t care
whether or not it was the right thing to do.

Gabrielle came back to herself slowly, not
certain of how long she had been locked in the post-orgasmic doze
she had fallen into. She stirred, sitting up on Edwards’ desk, and
glanced around until she saw him straightening his cuffs on his
jacket, coming around to his chair on the other side of the desk.
She took a deep breath and pulled herself up off of the desk,
feeling oddly flustered; she had never had such a powerful orgasm
in her entire life as the one that Edwards had given her just
moments before. Edwards sat down in his chair, watching as
Gabrielle picked up her clothes and began to re-dress herself.
Gabrielle felt his gaze lingering on her breasts, her hips, and
felt a spike of renewed desire that she tried to suppress. She
licked her lips, taking a deep breath, and sat down across from
him, pulling the seat back into its normal position. “I have an
offer for you,” Edwards said, meeting her gaze. He rummaged in the
open drawer to his desk and took out a box, putting it down on the
desk before reaching for a piece of paper.

“Okay,” Gabrielle said, still feeling the
aftershocks of intense pleasure running through her veins, along
her nerves. She took another deep breath surreptitiously, trying to
calm her sense of nervousness as well as her arousal—it was too
easy to be turned on by Edwards as he sat there, watching her with
the faintest of smiles curving his lips.

“I would like for you to be my sub—my
submissive. This would be completely separate from your position
here; I wouldn’t require it as a condition of your internship, and
if you decide not to do it, you will still have the position, and
you won’t see me.” Gabrielle nodded slowly, wondering what the
offer had to do with the piece of paper or the box he had produced.
It was long and slim, and Gabrielle wondered absently what was in
it. “If, however, you are interested in pursuing a relationship
outside of your work here, I have some terms and instructions for
you.” Gabrielle’s eyes widened slightly, and she was full of
curiosity—but she knew that she had to be patient. “There is also
this.” Edwards put down the sheet of paper and picked up the box
once more, extending it to her. “Take your time in deciding,
Gabrielle—I don’t want to rush you. If you decide in favor of the
relationship, follow the instructions and wear the item in the
box.” Edwards extended both to her.

Gabrielle took them, standing on
still-unsteady legs and not giving into the temptation of reading
the instructions and terms right away; she didn’t trust herself to
pay close enough attention to know what she was getting herself
into. Instead she slipped both into her portfolio case. “It was a
pleasure to meet you, and to interview you this afternoon,” Edwards
said, the faint smile on his face deepening as Gabrielle blushed at
the tacit reminder of what they had just done. “You start on Monday
in your new position.” He turned his attention back to the work on
his desk, and Gabrielle knew that she was dismissed.

She took the elevator down to the ground
floor and gave the key card back to the receptionist, feeling
flustered and satisfied and oddly alert all at once. She made her
way out of the building and managed to find her car, shaking her
head with a laugh as she sat in the driver’s seat and felt the ache
deep in her hips, the muted tingling of her nipples from the way
that Edwards had played with them. She made her way home
distractedly, her mind constantly flitting back to the odd
interview and what had happened after it. Tyler Edwards was
offering her a chance to be his sub, a sexual partner in what would
appear on the surface at least to be a long-term partnership. She
was smart enough to realize that Tyler hadn’t expressed an interest
in any kind of romantic attachment; he wanted her body, not her
heart. Gabrielle smirked to herself as she parked in the garage for
her building, contrasting Edwards’ reaction to her body with that
of the man who had first interviewed her for her position.

When she finally slipped out of the clothes
she had worn to the interview and into something more comfortable,
Gabrielle took out the paper and the box. She would look at the
terms later; for now, she was curious about the contents of the
box. Opening the flat, rectangular container, she found a brilliant
necklace, studded with emeralds along a complex chain made of some
precious metal—white gold, she thought. It was not quite gaudy, its
superior design saving it from being an eyesore. The gems were
inserted in a pattern that made it look like a leafy vine that
would drape around the wearer’s neck, with the flash or one or two
rubies suggesting blooms. It was certainly a beautiful piece, and
Gabrielle wouldn’t mind wearing it just for the sheer beauty of the
item.

She turned her attention to the paper
that Edwards had given her.
If you decide
that you are willing to be my submissive, then I have a few
requirements for you,
the note started. Gabrielle read
through them. If she agreed to his terms, she was to wear the
necklace and meet him at a specific date and time at a particular
restaurant; the necklace, she learned, was Edwards’ take on the
common BDSM collar, marking her covertly as his. She read through
his requirements for the first meeting and beyond, thinking about
whether or not she could seriously consider agreeing to
them.

Some of the things that Edwards wanted from
the relationship—some of the things that he wanted to be able to
do—were things that Gabrielle had never really considered before.
While she wasn’t exactly a prude, she had never been comfortable
with the idea of putting herself completely in someone’s power—and
a number of the requirements did just that. Edwards had noted that
the list was not exhaustive, and that some of the items and
requirements were negotiable. Gabrielle noticed with a little
self-satisfied smile that he wanted his sub—her—to be bare, her
pubic hair waxed or otherwise removed. The item was marked as
negotiable, but it wasn’t one that Gabrielle was likely to contest;
she preferred to keep herself bare anyway. There were provisions
for their time together - preliminary agreements he called them -
that included minute details that Gabrielle would have never
considered.

She tried to decide if she really wanted to
go through with it. It went against almost everything she had ever
thought of as part of her belief system to give into a man; the
idea of willingly, voluntarily, giving a man the control to dictate
what she wore, for example, even if it was only in certain
settings, would have offended her even moments before she had met
Edwards. There was, among the list of terms, a note about how they
would address each other—how Gabrielle would be expected to address
Edwards, and how he would address her. Gabrielle put the list aside
and tried to think about the situation as objectively as
possible.

It wasn’t truly possible to look at the
situation with any kind of objectivity; Gabrielle’s body was still
tingling, sore and satisfied from the time she had shared with
Edwards in his office. She was not in the right state of mind to be
able to judge anything without the bias of the intense pleasure he
had given her. Gabrielle sat back on her couch, staring up at the
ceiling and remembering each moment vividly. She had never been
spanked in a sexual manner before; her parents had administered
spankings to her when she had been a child, but there had never
been the slightest sexual character in the punishment. How
different it was when Edwards had done it. Gabrielle could see why
the secretary had yelped and moaned in pleasure—hadn’t she made
much the same noises herself? It was thrilling, and the act of
trying to suck Edwards off, of being so thoroughly caught up in the
moment that she was interested only in making him reach orgasm, had
been unique in its own right. Gabrielle had long been a champion of
her own sexuality; she had never run into the problems that her
friends had, of partners who were clueless or who failed to bring a
woman to orgasm. If Gabrielle wanted something, she asked for it
bluntly, she instructed her partner if he wasn’t getting it.