The Billionaire's BBW Secret

by Griffin, Mallorie

  She just wanted to help someone feel good.

  And it seemed to do the trick. Ray's eyes lit up, and his unshaven face dissolved into a pile of wrinkles as he smiled. “Oh, thank you Miss Denny,” he said, quickly drawing his hand down and furtively storing the bill aware in his pocket. “I'm going to praise your name when I get me some food in my belly.”

  Denny returned his smile. “Of course, Ray. Anything for a friend.”

  “You off to work?”

  “Oh yes. I have a long, full day ahead of me.”

  “That's good! It's always good to stay busy, for shaw.”

  She nodded. “I'll catch you later, okay? Let me know what you got!”

  “I will! Praise the Lord for people like you!”

  Denny smiled again as she turned. She liked helping people, especially ones who needed it.

  For now though, she made her way to the office.

  Larson was there already when she arrived, which was slightly unusual. He seemed to keep later hours than most, not arriving until ten or after. But he was here today, bright and early at half past eight, and he immediately pulled Denny into his office, shutting the door behind her.

  “About Friday night,” he said lowly, his hand still gripping her arm. His fingers held her tightly, but not uncomfortably. “I hope you remember what I said.”

  “I do, and I understand there's a need for a little... discretion.”

  “Good.” He let go of her now, and crossed his arms. “I do have a reputation to maintain.”

  “Sir?”

  “You know, as a businessman,” he added quickly. A little too quickly. Denny's eyes narrowed in slight suspicion.

  But that suspicion melted away quickly as Larson strode around the desk, whipping his phone out once more and tapping something out. “I have your tasks ready,” he said briskly, in a businesslike manner. It seemed things were back to normal.

  “Yes, sir,” Denny said. Her phone buzzed. Her tasks for the day were there for her to read.

  “And just so we're clear, when we're in public, it's Mr. Larson. Or sir, if you prefer.” Though his tone was severe, his eyes sparkled impishly. He was remembering their night together.

  Denny suppressed a smile of her own, and merely nodded. “Understood, sir.”

  “Now get out of here. You have a lot of work to do today.”

  *****

  Denny did indeed have a lot of work, and not just for that day. Larson had had her running around like a chicken with its head cut off all week, driving all around Manhattan for various tasks and errands, and even doing some typing work. She had to wrap and mail gifts and write cards for him to sign, and arrange for cards for all his colleagues as well. It was strange. Denny never thought that the ultra-rich had the same traditions as normal people, but apparently they did. Or at least, Larson did.

  By Friday, she was exhausted once again. Larson hadn't been quite as hard on her this week as the last one, but he still ran her ragged. She wasn't sure all on what to expect the following weekend. Would she be invited to his place again? She just didn't know.

  “Denny,” he called her into his office just as she was about to leave for the day. She'd nearly given up on any sort of invitation, and was walking out of his office with a heavy heart.

  But he pulled on a heart string and put it back in place by calling her name. Lola glared at her as she practically pranced back into his office. She didn't pay the other woman any mind though. She knew why Lola acted the way she did now, and Denny couldn't blame her for more than a bit of bitterness.

  “Shut the door,” Larson said smoothly. He was sitting at his desk, reading glasses on as he pored through some document or another.

  Denny obeyed, sliding the huge wooden doors shut, and then turned to face him again.

  “So,” he said as he stood. “I think I'll require your assistance once more this weekend. The holiday season is fast approaching and I realized I hadn't even put up my decorations yet.”

  “When do you need me, sir?” Denny asked quietly.

  Larson came around the desk now, and without warning, he stepped up next to her and pulled her close, pressing her generous body against his. She could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of it underneath his clothing.

  “All the time,” he murmured into her ear, causing a flush to rise and excited shiver to run through her body. “I need you right now.”

  “Sir...” Denny breathed. She didn't know what to even say to that. She wanted him too, but they couldn't. Not right here.

  He chuckled lowly, and stepped away. “Not here, of course,” he said, echoing her thoughts. “But tomorrow afternoon. Be at my apartment. He slipped a plastic card out of his pocket and handed it to her. “Use this to get in.”

  Her heart gave a nervous flutter. She knew that he was essentially handing her the key to his home. He must have trusted her greatly.

  “Yes, sir,” she said, slipping the card into her purse. She wouldn't want to lose it.

  “Good. For now, have a good night.”

  She nodded. “Yes, sir.” Then she turned and made for the door.

  “One last thing,” he added, even as her hand touched the knob.

  “Sir?”

  “Wear something suitable for the work.” A smile played around the corners of his mouth, and Denny flushed hotly once more.

  “I will... Bran.”

  With that said, she was gone.

  *****

  It was somewhat difficult to find a lingerie store that catered to the plus sized woman, but Denny found one after a few minutes of Internet searching, and the following morning she made her way to the shop. After an hour of browsing and trying things on, she escaped with a lacy red corset. She hoped Larson would approve.

  On the ride over, she was very aware of the presence of those naughty items underneath her completely normal looking clothing. As she looked from person to person on the subway, she wondered if anyone could tell what was in store for her in less than an hour. She squirmed a bit in her seat at that thought. This was so, so bad.

  Denny could feel her nerves on the rise as she walked to Larson's apartment. It was in the Tribeca neighborhood, and the feel here was distinctly different from the one in Brooklyn. The buildings were well-built and well-kept, and the people who bustled on the streets were more of the affluent type. Though Denny was dressed well, she felt woefully out of place. She didn't belong here, not really.

  So she scurried along on the street, quickly making her way for Larson's apartment complex before anyone could stop her and report her to the police. Not that such a thing would really happen. She was just worrying about over-the-top things once again.

  When she found the tall building, the one that towered over everything else within a half-mile radius, she quickly swiped the card Larson gave her, and stepped inside, breathing a slight sigh of relief. She felt less exposed now, and in addition, the building was quite a bit warmer than the outside. New York was really getting cold as the year approached its end.

  Once she had her bearings, she looked around the lobby. It was as opulent as Larson's office building, though with a more old-fashioned touch. There were a few baroque-styled couches in one corner, gold painted pillars, and rich oriental rugs covering the marble floors. In addition, there was a bored looking receptionist-cum-door guard watching her.

  “May I help you?” the younger man called. He sounded helpful enough, but when Denny looked at him, her eyes met with a steely gaze.

  “Um, where's the elevator?” she said, her nerves on the rise once again.

  “Who are you here to see?”

  “Bran – Brandon Larson,” she quickly added his full name.

  “Oh.” The man's demeanor changed as soon as she said Bran's name. “He said he was expecting someone. The elevators are around the corner, to your left.”

  Denny nodded in thanks and quickly made for where he pointed. She just wanted to get to a safe area again. She felt so out of her element.
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br />   She found the elevator quickly and swiped the card again, then stepped inside.

  Before long, she was once again in the safety of Bran's home. It was just as she remembered, with the exception of a few plastic tubs by the couch.

  Bran was nowhere in sight yet, so Denny took a chance to examine the tubs. There were four, and they were large and gray. She glanced from side to side, and then opened one, overcome by curiosity.

  “What?” she mumbled. Inside were Christmas decorations. For a moment, she felt a touch of panic. Had he been serious when he said that's what he needed her for? Had she read him so wrong?

  She shut the lid and stood upright once more. No. She read him right. She had to have.

  Just then, Bran walked into the room, a smile on his face.

  “Ah, I see you've found the decorations!” he said cheerily as he waved.

  “Sir?” Denny said, looking at him in a questioning manner.

  He smirked. “Do I have to remind you to call me Bran?”

  “Sorry si- Bran,” she said, flushing. “I have to admit, I didn't really think we were going to put up decorations.”

  “Why not? It's the season, after all.”

  “But – I don't know,” Denny stammered. “I thought you might hire someone to do this, or something.”

  He was walking around now, towards the boxes. “I like doing it myself. Of course, I have someone take them down. That's not nearly as much fun, and I also have someone arrange to bring a tree in.” As he spoke he gestured at the large fir that somehow escaped Denny's notice. “But putting the decorations up is a great deal of fun to me, and brings back wonderful memories. I wouldn't have anyone else do it.”

  Denny nodded, understanding Bran perfectly. She felt the same way.

  “So, shall we?” he asked.

  She half-smiled. “Sure.”

  *****

  The next two hours were filled with making Bran's apartment festive for the holidays. Though Denny was surprised by it, she was also glad, as she wasn't going to have much of an opportunity to do such a thing to her own apartment. There wasn't even enough room to put up a tree in her studio.

  So she festooned the walls and railings with bows and tinsel, and draped cheery lights all over the huge tree. She and Bran decorated it together, and for a moment, as she did that, she got the strangest feeling. She'd done this same thing with Rob so many times, it almost felt the same.

  Of course, it wasn't. Bran wasn't Rob, not by a long shot. He was far better. Conversation with him was far easier, and they talked about everything and anything in the two hours that they worked.

  “There!” he said triumphantly after placing the impressive looking golden star at the top of the tree. It seemed they were finished, which Denny was glad for. As much as she enjoyed doing things like this, she was quite tired by the end of it all. She would have liked nothing more than to get a little relaxing in.

  Apparently Bran read her mind. “Excuse me for just a moment,” he said, and made his way back to the kitchen. At least, Denny thought it was the kitchen. She wasn't certain.

  After he left, she took the chance to sit down on the plush couch, sinking into it and savoring the sensation of being off her feet. Though this couch didn't look terribly comfortable, it felt fantastic. She gave a small sigh of relief, and closed her eyes.

  “Here you are,” Bran suddenly said, and Denny's eyes flew open. She jumped a little on the couch as Bran loomed in her vision, holding a small glass of some sort of milky beverage.

  “Just a little eggnog to warm you up,” he added, urging the glass into her hands. Denny took it with relish; she loved eggnog. She smiled when she took a sip. Alcohol. Of course. There wasn't enough to even give her a buzz, but it would warm her fingers nicely.

  Bran sat down next to her, sipping his own beverage. “So,” he said lightly, “I've been wondering all afternoon.”

  “Wondering about what?”

  He looked over at her, his eyes sparkling mischievously. “Whether you did what I asked you to do.”

  Denny hid her own smile by taking a sip of her drink. “I suppose that's for me to know, and you to find out.”

  “Oh, really now?” he purred and inched closer to her, his thin thighs touching her own fat ones. “Is that an invitation?”

  She set the glass down on an end table. “I think you know what it is.”

  Bran needed no more urging. He leaned over her and set his own glass down, then set upon her. He was like a ravenous wolf; he kissed her hungrily, his tongue parting her lips and probing inside her mouth as his hands grabbed and roamed.

  He pulled away. “I do think I feel something underneath that shirt,” he grinned.

  “I think you might be right,” Denny said back without the grin. She was breathless, and completely taken aback by his aggression. Not in a bad way though; far from it. She loved it. She loved seeing a man so enthusiastic about her and her big, curvy body.

  “I need to see this,” he growled and then gripped her thin shirt around the bottom. Then he whipped it upward, pulling it off in one smooth motion.

  Apparently what he saw made him speechless.

  “My God,” he finally murmured. Denny flushed hotly. She simply wasn't used to a man being so stunned by her body, but she savored ever last moment of it. She and she alone was having this effect on Bran, and she wanted to hold onto the feeling for as long as possible.

  “You are,” he finally breathed, “gorgeous. You truly are the most beautiful creature I've ever seen.”

  “Oh, Bran...” Denny trailed off, unsure of what to say. All she knew was that Bran felt this way, that he sincerely wanted her like no man had ever wanted her.

  He smiled and leaned down, kissing her deeply once more. “I have a feeling you don't get that reaction very often, but you should. You are absolutely breathtaking.”

  Denny felt a throb course through her body, and she felt at that moment like everything Bran had said. She felt beautiful, gorgeous, and breathtaking.

  He took her by the hand, gently pulling and guiding her to her feet. “Let's get to the bedroom,” he said quietly, and Denny nodded. She knew that he wanted to see all of her.

  He was quick when they got to that more private room, his hands once again roaming up and down her sides, lingering over her generous breasts still contained by the corset, taking great handfuls of her flesh. He kissed her again, this time with even more passion and longing that before. Denny couldn't quite tell because he was wearing jeans, but she was sure he was hard as a rock.

  “So good,” he groaned into her lips before pulling away. “Let me see the rest of you, please.”

  Denny as acquiesced. She had to. She wanted nothing more than to please this man and let him have every last inch of her. She'd never been truly appreciated for who and what she was before, and she wasn't going to lose that chance now. Quickly, she unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, and slowly, seductively, she pulled them down, revealing the rest of her lacy, naughty red outfit underneath.

  Bran's breath hitched in his throat as he stared at her, seemingly taking in every last copious inch of her body. “Magnificent,” he finally said.

  Denny laughed and swirled around for him.

  “Oh, God,” he moaned. “Stop right there,” he said when she turned around again, giving him a fantastic view of her large ass. “That is amazing.”

  Unable to contain himself any further, he approached her and wrapped his arms around her thick waist, pressing his hard dick right up against her massive ass. “I love this,” he growled as he dipped his head, letting his hot breath wash over the back of her neck and her ear. “I want to fuck you like this, so I can see that big, beautiful ass of yours.”

  Denny gasped as she felt a sudden, strong push on her rump and she fell forward onto the bed. Bran was hurriedly stripping his own clothing away; Denny could hear the rustling of fabric and the harsh snick of a zipper being pulled down. She glanced back at him, and saw that he was once again nude.
Gloriously nude. Her heart gave a flutter and she felt a strong throb course through her body. That man wanted her.

  He grabbed her expansive, creamy-skinned ass again and hooked his fingers under her underwear, giving the panties a harsh tug. Denny spread her legs as he pulled, willing the somewhat constricting garment to be pulled down and it was, fully exposing her flesh now.

  Bran gave another guttural groan and pressed himself up against her. His rock hard cock slid smoothly between her ass cheeks. “On the bed,” he commanded, and Denny obeyed, clambering onto the low mattress, her body jiggling and swaying. She heard the quick snap of rubber – a condom.

  He mounted the bed, and then mounted her, his arms wrapping around her thick waist and fondling her still contained breasts. They were so massive, they threatened to burst right out the corset, but somehow the lingerie kept them contained.

  His dick pressed against her ass, then he slid it lower. That hot, hard pole grazed against her thighs, then more than grazed as he forced his way between her legs. He drew his hands back, parting the generous flesh there and easily finding her eager cunt, and then adjusted his body, letting his fat head slide between the slick folds.

  “Oh yes,” he groaned. Denny could feel him shiver and tense above it; he was using all his restraint to keep from thrusting inside her right then and there. He wanted to keep teasing both of them for as long as possible.

  Grabbing the shaft of his cock in his hand, he slid his head up and down the entire length of her pussy, pressing down on her clit whenever he made his way upwards. It was Denny's turn to shiver as she felt that familiar, lovely mounting pleasure rise within her. Bran was so good. He was great.

  But he couldn't tease forever. Finally, he gripped that cock of his and guided it downwards, towards her sweet, slick hole. Slowly he pushed, and he grunted, while Denny gave a slight whimper. He was so big, and she was so tight.

  With a lewd pop, the head of his cock pushed its way inside her. Denny jolted forward, but Bran snaked out a hand and grabbed her big ass, holding her fast. “Don't move,” he hissed, and then inch by inch he sunk the rest of that long pole inside her, until she was impaled by him to the very hilt.