“Ah,” he exhaled. “A hint of cherry, with jammy undertones. Don't you agree?”
“It – I suppose so.” If anything, it smelled off to her.
“You don't think so?”
“It smells like feet,” she admitted. She didn't have anything to lose with him, after all.
He laughed at that, and set the glass down. “You're right. Maybe it needs to breathe a bit.” He strode over and sat down next to her on the couch. Denny's eyes widened ever so slowly, and her hands grasped the smooth leather even more tightly. He was so close. Why was he sitting so close?
Of course, she knew why. Rather, she suspected. As his hand drifted over hers, her thought grew into more than just a suspicion.
“Perhaps it's just the drink,” he said mildly, “but you look ravishing tonight.”
“Just the drink?” Denny said skeptically. “Are you drunk?”
“Oh, no, no,” Branson laughed, letting his fingers drift along her arm now, sending shivers up her spine. She wanted him, oh she wanted him, but she didn't even know if he wanted her. She just wasn't certain. “Just a glass. Just enough to make me bold enough to say the things I've been thinking all week.”
“What, sir?” Denny said faintly. She felt light-headed and dizzy all of a sudden.
“I told you, call me Bran,” he said. “And you know what I mean.”
“I – I'm not sure that I do,” she said. Everything seemed so surreal to her right now, as if she was underwater. Bran's face swam in her vision.
“I've been watching you all week, my dear. And I must admit, I hired you under somewhat false pretenses.”
“You did?” Denny's own voice seemed to be coming from somewhere far away.
“You're skilled it's true. But I hired you because you're the loveliest creature I've ever set eyes on.”
“Me?” Denny squeaked and leaned backwards slightly. Not her, not chubby, tubby Denny. Larson was supposed to get the most beautiful, gorgeous women. He could have anyone he wished, and he chose to pursue her?
That did it. Denny's vision grayed around the edges, and for a moment, she lost her balance on the couch. Not for long, but just long enough to send her toppling off the side of the armless couch and onto the ebony floor.
At least, that's what would have happened if Bran, quick as a flash, didn't dash out and grasp her around the waist, and haul her back upright. She stood now, held firm in his hot embrace, gasping and flushed by the sudden reveal and revelation.
“But si- Bran,” she said, looking up into those sapphire eyes that burned with a fierce passion now. “I thought – the woman -”
“Yes, yes, those stick thin coat hangers who would call themselves women. You wonder why I surround myself with them?” He growled and gripped his arms around her more tightly, not letting go. “They are for nothing more than maintaining appearances. I have a certain image that I need to maintain, but I would never do anything with those girls.” He spat the last words out like it was the most offensive garbage. “But you... oh God, you, with those beautiful curves, those breasts, teasing me day in and day out with your gorgeousness...” he trailed off with a groan, and Denny flushed hotly.
Was that truly how he saw her? She wanted to believe. She looked up at him again, looking past the broad jaw, the well-defined cheek bones and strong nose, past the tousled sandy hair that straggled over his brow, and stared directly into his eyes. They burned with a fierceness, a passion, but most of all a truth. He wanted her. All her suspicions had been right. He wanted her.
Unable to control herself, she tipped her head back and raised her body up. Sensing her intentions, Bran pulled her even tighter, dipping his own head, his lips meeting hers.
They kissed.
It was like fireworks. Sparks exploded in Denny's mind as his hot lips connected with hers. She opened her mouth slightly, inviting him to have even more of her, and he took that invitation. His tongue probed inward, brushing against her teeth, meeting her own tongue.
That kiss had to come to an end at some point, and it when they did pull away Denny gasped, her mind still reeling. This couldn't be happening. Not in her wildest fantasy would a thing like this even happen. A man like Bran should never ever give her a second glance, yet here she was, in his arms.
It was a dream come true.
“Why me?” she asked, breathless.
“Because, I told you,” Bran said, looking down at her. “You are beautiful, and I must possess you. I want you, so I must have you.”
“Wait a minute.” Denny pulled away. “I am not just some prize to be won. You might like this,” she gestured at her plump body as she spoke, “but there's also this.” Her finger led Bran's gaze upwards, and she pointed it at her head now.
“Ah, of course,” he stammered, and for once it was him off-kilter, not her. “It's more than just your body that attracts me.”
Denny smirked. “With all due respect sir, you barely even know me.”
He smiled that disarming smile of his, and Denny supposed he was counting on it to help him climb out of the hole he'd dug. “But I'd like to know you.”
“Good.” She sat down, and lifted her wine glass up off the table. “Let's talk, then.”
At first, Bran gave her a look of disbelief, but then he sighed ad retrieved his own glass. “You are an intriguing woman, Ms. Richardson.”
Now a smile played around the corners of Denny's mouth. “That's what I aim to be.”
“Well,” he leaned back on the couch as he sat down again, still close to her, but not touching. “What do you want to know?”
“Everything your public profile doesn't say,” Denny said, taking a sip of the burgundy liquid. It tasted much better than it smelled.
“That's a tall order.”
“I have time.”
So they talked late into the night, about anything and everything. Denny learned about Bran's parents, how harsh they were to him, how hard they pushed him. She learned that he was a minor chess prodigy as a child and still somewhat famous for it, and that he got straight As in every single class right through high school. She learned how and why he dropped out of college his freshman year, the very first semester, to start his first online empire.
“My parents pushed me so hard that the moment I was out of their influence, I ran and never came back,” he said as they finished their second bottle of wine. Denny felt pleasantly dizzy at that point, and hung on Bran's every word.
“And what about you?” he asked, leaning forward. “What about your parents?”
Denny swallowed, collecting her thoughts. “They were similar to yours. Always pushing me, but I never measured up. I always struggled with everything that came so easily to my sister Michelle. She was the one who's thin and beautiful and smart and successful. I've always been her little sister, her fat shadow.” She shrugged and stared down into her near empty wine glass now, feeling misty-eyed and oddly wistful.
But Bran refilled her glass and pulled her out of that introspection. He asked her in turn about everything he could think of, from her childhood to college, to her softball days and her work career. He learned about Rob, and the horrible things that man had done to her.
“I don't hate him for it,” she admitted. “On some level, I guess I can understand why he did the things he did.”
“How can you say that?”
“We were never a good fit. I think he always felt like he'd settled. He wasn't happy.”
“But what about you?”
“I...” she paused, and for once really thought about the entire relationship, the wedding and the marriage. “I was happy. I thought I was really lucky to have found a man like him.”
“Do you think you'll ever find anyone like him again?”
She looked up at Bran shyly now. All through the evening, late into the night, she could feel herself growing more and more attracted to him, and not just for his handsomeness or charisma. He was smart, so smart, and so driven. He was everything that she wanted to
be, and everything she looked for in a mate. “I think I may have,” she said, letting her hair that she'd pulled out of that bun hours ago fall across her face.
Bran smiled, and she returned that smile as he brushed those stray strands of hair away. “And where is this man?” he asking in a smiling, teasing tone.
“Right here.” That said, she leaned forward, and they kissed again. This was a softer kiss, though it quickly grew passionate. The room spun about as Bran lifted his body off the couch and straddled her, kissing her, his roaming hands caressing her Rubenusque figure. He moaned into her mouth, slight gasping exhalations as he explored.
“God,” he said when he finally pulled away. “I've never been with a woman like you before.”
Denny smiled widely at that. “You've got that right.”
Suddenly, he was on her again, his arms snaking around her thick waist, his hands groping and pulling at her business shirt. Those roaming hands slipped even lower, grabbing at her expansive ass now. Denny was all curves, and Bran appeared to be loving every inch of those curves.
He pulled on her, urging her to stand. She stumbled a bit as she rose, the wine still affecting her sense of balance, but she didn't fall. Instead, she leaned against him, letting him support her.
“Are you ready to see just how much I want you?” he said as he dipped his head, breathing hotly onto her ear. Denny felt a nervous shudder roll up her body at those words. Bran might love her clothed, but would he feel the same way about her when she was naked? She wasn't certain.
She thought about it for a few moments, pondering the consequences briefly. If he didn't like her, she wouldn't be any worse off than she'd been before, and if he did, oh God, if he did...
Taking a deep breath, she nodded. “I do,” she said, and Bran looked down at her knowingly, lustfully, and then led her to his bedroom.
The hall was dark, and flanked with windows. Denny looked out at the dark skyline of the city as Bran pulled her along, still scarcely able to grasp how she'd gotten into this situation. She was the luckiest girl in the world.
Bran opened a door at the end of the hallway, past many other doors, and then stood by it and swung out an arm, inviting her into the dark room. “Welcome to my lair,” he said lowly, though he grinned as he spoke.
Denny giggled and scurried past him, and he slapped her playfully on her curvaceous ass. Her giggle turned into a squeal and she pranced forward, nearly stumbling over the carpet that was right by the entrance of the door. She could barely see anything in here.
Bran chuckled and slipped inside behind her, then slowly turned on the lights. They were on a dimmer, and he didn't boost them to full power. They bathed the huge master bedroom in a warm light, sending a low golden glow to everything they touched.
Denny gazed around for a few moments, taking in the room. It was so expensive, so tasteful, and so modern. Like the living room, it was all lines and angles, in rich earthy tones with an occasional splash of red by way of abstract paintings on the walls. It was exactly like Bran; precise, but oh so sexy.
Stepping past her, Bran turned around and pressed her against the wall. The heat of his body was like a furnace against her skin, and his eyes burned with the same intensity.
“I want you,” he growled. “You are the sexiest creature I ever laid eyes on.”
Denny writhed under his grip, for the first time feeling every bit the sex goddess that Bran called her. She couldn't believe he was having this effect on her, but he was. It was another of his many talents, she supposed. She looked up at him in what she hoped was a seductive manner and he looked down at her. It worked. He growled again and dipped his head, kissing her passionately.
“So sexy,” he rasped into her ear, giving it a few biting licks. That touch, the sensation of his soft lips then diamond hard teeth on her ear lobe sent shiver up her spine. More than shivers, it sent fireworks directly into her brain.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered, feeling weak at the knees. She nearly fell down onto the dark rug right then and there, but Bran caught her, and hefted her generous body towards the bed now.
“Come,” he purred. “I'll show you just how gorgeous and sexy you are.”
All doubts fled from Denny's mind. Any inhibitions she might have left were snuffed out by Bran. The passion in his voice was intense, so intense that she couldn't possibly ignore it or him. She let him move her, guide her to the low minimalist bed, and without a care in the world, she toppled over onto it, spreading her thick limbs out languidly, looking up a Bran with yet another seductive look.
A visible shudder rolled through his body. “You are amazing.”
She laughed and kicked her low heels off. “Come and see how amazing I am,” she replied boldly. The wine gave her courage.
Bran growled once more and practically leapt on top of her, pushing her body down against the bed. She may have been overweight, but Bran was still very much a match for her. He was definitely stronger than her, and he grabbed her wrists and pinned her against the bed. He pressed his hips down, grinding his crotch against the soft skin of her belly, and she could feel his erection, full and hard. That did it. Denny was convinced. He wanted her. It was almost painfully obvious.
With some effort, she lifted her head off the bed, and now, her own eyes burned with lust and longing. “Fuck me,” she hissed, squirming against his grip. She'd had enough of this teasing. She wanted that cock of his inside her now. It'd been far too long since she'd been taken, and even longer since she'd been taken by someone who truly loved her body.
Bran needed no further encouragement. He slid off of her for just a moment, and tore off his shirt. Denny stifled a slight gasp at that sight. Bran's body was as beautiful as his face. His muscles rippled, just barely constrained by his bronzed skin. He was all sharp angles, and seemed to be chiseled from a hunk of buttery oak.
She swallowed, and remembered to breathe. But she still couldn't believe it. He wanted her? Of all the people in the world, he wanted her.
He smiled down at her, putting a hand on a hip, seemingly unaware of his near overwhelming sexiness. “What do you think?” he said with a slight grin.
“Amazing,” Denny breathed. She wanted that body.
“Now you.” He knelt on the bed and lifted Denny up into a sitting position, then slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She could feel her nerves on the rise once more. What if she didn't look as good as he wanted her to while she was naked? What if he was disappointed?
As much as a part of her wanted to, she didn't stop him from unbuttoning that shirt though. His hands trailed down, expertly undoing each small metal button. Inch by inch, her flesh was exposed. While Bran was hard and chiseled, she was soft and pillowy. Her breasts were luscious and huge, and only barely contained by a bra, and her stomach was round and fleshy. Denny held her breath when Bran got the shirt completely off, waiting for him to say something.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, and Denny exhaled. She was good.
After that, he slid the skirt off, leaving her in her underwear. When he made for her bra though, she whipped up a hand and smiled, placing it on his chest and stopping him. “We're on uneven ground again.”
“Oh?”
She nodded towards his lower half. “Pants.”
“Ahh, I see.” He chuckled and stood once more, then unceremoniously unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned the constricting slacks. And Denny could tell they were quite constricting. His cock strained, full and thick against the thin fabric. Her breath hitched when he relaxed his hands and let those pants fall. She was even closer to seeing his glorious naked body now. Only his silken boxers stood in the way of her and his cock, and they weren't a very good barrier. Bran was very obvious, and very big.
He fell upon her once again, holding himself up with one arm as his free hand roamed all over her thick, milky white body. He dipped his head and nuzzled her neck, his lips brushing against her skin with butterfly kisses.
And for just one more moment, Denny had a last lingeri
ng doubt. “Are you sure?” she whispered, even as she pressed her body upwards and against him. He was so hard, and she was so soft. “I'm not like other women. The women you're used to.”
“My dear, you are unlike other women for all the right reasons. I want you. I desire you.” He emphasized that last word with a push of his hips, and his cock ground into her stomach, making her squirm and shiver. She could feel her own body respond to his overwhelming sexiness. Her underwear was wet, her thighs moist, and her nipples were hard, begging to be sucked and fondled.
And Bran was going to oblige her in all those ways. His fingers slipped under the band of her lacey white bra, and then worked their way up.
“Damn this thing!” he said lowly, then braced himself on his elbows and slipped his hands behind her back again. With the ease of practiced technique, his nimble fingers undid the clasps, then released her breasts from their constrictive prison. They were like two huge white globes on her chest, and seemed to almost glow in the dim, warm light.
“Oh, Denny,” Bran said, then lowered his head. She gasped when his lips made contact with one of her pert, large nipples, then gasped again when she felt his hand raise and brush against the other. Shivering tingles flowed through her veins and directly into her brain. His touch was overwhelmingly erotic and she couldn't get enough of him.
He began to work his way lower now, kissing at her belly, his fingers now trailing against her sides. Denny looked down and watched, all thoughts of her own imperfections thoroughly gone by now. It was clear that Bran liked her, and that he loved her body.
Now his hands hooked on her underwear, and he pulled, sliding it off, and truly revealing her in every way to him. She tensed, shivering, waiting for him to react as he lifted his head and looked down as her exposed thighs, her trimmed pussy.
“Magnificent,” he breathed, then slid the underwear the rest of the way off, and fell between her legs.
His tongue was as talented and nimble as his fingers. She tensed and shivered as his tongue ever so lightly traced its way along the outer folds of her labia, as he turned his head and kissing her inner thighs. “You smell magnificent,” he said, his voice slightly muffled.
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