Stripped (Dominated By The Billionaire) Guilty Pleasures #2 - BBW Erotic Romance

by Adriana Hunter

  But I wanted him inside me, more than I’d ever wanted anyone, it seemed. The wild storm outside, the rushing wind and hail, the flashes of light followed by the crack and peal of thunder, I felt like all of that was inside of me, building to an impossible crescendo. I needed Chase to release it, to let me be swept away by it, to let me be wild with him.

  “Now, Chase. Please…now!”

  He raised his head, looking at me a moment, his face shadowy in the dim light.

  “What do you want, Abby? Tell me, say the words. Don’t be afraid of what you feel.” His voice was low, seductive.

  “I’m not afraid. I want you…I need you to take me, Chase. Hard.” I was panting, my heart racing. There was no way he wouldn’t do what I wanted, but he seemed intent on teasing me.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say ‘fuck me.’ Have you ever said that, Abby?”

  His cock was brushing against the inside of my thigh, so very close. I wiggled beneath him, the hay scratching my back, seeking contact.

  “Say it, Abby. Say what you want. Tell me.” He smiled, a very wicked gleam in his eye.

  “Say all those dirty words you’ve never said out loud. Say them to me, Abby.”

  I struggled up on my elbows, blood pounding in my head, matching the thunder and drumming of the rain outside.

  “Oh, Chase…fuck me, please…” I was breathing hard.

  “Is that what you want?” He was breathing as hard as I was, our eyes locked together.

  “Yes.” I grabbed the back of his head, pulling him to me, his face inches from mine.

  Chase’s hungry smile was smothered against my mouth as I pulled him close, my kiss as brutal as any I’d had from him.

  He did fuck me then, and hard, just as I asked. Something was unleashed inside me, something just as wild as what I sensed in Chase, and I screamed and cried out, raked my nails across his back, thrust my body against him as hard as I could.

  I came quickly, unexpectedly, and it was almost overwhelming. My body arched up against Chase, as he pulled me hard against him, one arm braced on the hay bale. He held me while I shook, my body lost to the sensations that swept through me, carried me some place far away, crashed and tossed me about and then ebbed away, leaving me limp in his embrace.

  I opened my eyes, looking up at Chase. He was watching me, a look of wonder on his face, frowning slightly.

  “You okay, Abby?”

  I lay back on the hay, breathing hard, my heart still hammering in my chest.

  “Yeah. Wow…” I was aware Chase was still inside me, not moving, but still hard. I placed my hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating just as hard as mine.

  “Chase….” I caressed his face with my fingertips, slowly rocking my hips, feeling him move inside me.

  He gave me a questioning look. I nodded my head and he began moving inside me, whatever restraint he’d been exercising now gone. He thrust fast and hard, coming quickly with a loud tearing cry, his body shuddering beneath my hands as I held him to me, cradling his head on my shoulder.

  When he was done, he stayed flung across my body, breathing hard, his back slick with sweat. I realized that it was quiet outside, the rain had stopped, so quiet now that I could hear Chase breathing.

  He pushed himself up from me, groaning theatrically, pulling me to my feet. Smiling, he plucked a stray piece of hay out of my hair before pulling me close, holding me against his chest.

  “You know, you look so beautiful with you are coming, Abby. Sometimes I wish I could follow you wherever it is you go.”

  “You can’t follow, Chase…because you’re leading me.” I looked up, embarrassed by the warmth of my words, running my fingers down his cheek. He took my hand, kissing my fingertips.

  “I’ll take you there anytime you want, Abby.”

  ***

  The sun was brilliant on the ride back, the world all shiny and clean after the rain, the dust settled on the back roads. We got back to Chase’s ranch in the late afternoon.

  “You want a shower before dinner or after?” He’d put the bike away; we’d come in to the kitchen through the back porch door.

  “I want one now, with you.”

  I caught Chase off guard. He turned, smiling.

  “So, now it’s like that, is it?” He pulled me against him, lips on mine in a lingering kiss.

  “Drop everything and do as you say?”

  I looked up at him, laughing. “You asked. And I answered.”

  ***

  The shower turned out to be an invitation to a bath in the most amazing tub I’d ever seen. Chase had taken me upstairs to his bedroom, stripping me of my damp and dusty clothes, apologizing for the torn panties.

  “I’ll buy you new ones, lots of new ones, enough to tear one off of you every day of the week.”

  The bathroom off the master bath was a huge affair, with a steam shower large enough for more than two. But the centerpiece was a raised tub at least seven feet long, wide enough for two side-by-side and deep enough to bathe a horse.

  “Chase, this is huge.”

  He was filling the tub, adding something bubbly and wonderfully scented, fresh and citrusy. There were a few candles lit on the counter and the edge of the tub.

  “Do you frequently take bubble baths? With scented candles?” It seemed such a contrast to the rough and tumble rancher image I had of him, to imagine him soaking in a tub of bubbles by candle light, and despite my best efforts, I giggled.

  He straightened, giving me a scowl.

  “There’s nothing better than a long soak in hot water after an afternoon of breaking horses. We used to use the horse trough out behind the barn when I was growing up.” He nodded at the tub.

  “This is a far cry more comfortable, especially for two.” He took a step toward me with such purpose, I backed up.

  “Unless you want me to dunk you in the tank out behind the barn? I’d be more than happy to do that, if you’re not happy with the current accommodations.”

  Then he burst out laughing. “Abby, you should see your face. Never play poker, that’s my advice to you, first and last. Never play poker. You’re holding a deuce and a seven, the hammer, and wondering if you should bluff.”

  He pulled me against him, kissing me hard. “I’m calling your bluff and we’re taking a bath.”

  The water was silky smooth, almost too hot, but not quite. Chase hit a switch somewhere and the water gently swirled around us. He settled back in the tub, nestling me between his outstretched legs, my back against his chest. His arms rested comfortably on the wide edge of the tub and I rested my head on his shoulder, my body floating gently in the water.

  If I shifted just right, I could feel his cock poking me in the back, or along my thighs or brushing against my ass. There was no rush, neither of us feeling the need to do more than just let the water swirl around us, warm and soothing, our bodies touching in the warm water. There seemed to be all the time in the world for the two of us to be together, to do whatever was going to come next.

  Eventually Chase began running his hands across my breasts, the water making them deliciously slippery. One hand slid lower, cupping itself between my legs, slowly rubbing and touching, his fingers drawing lazy circles around my clit, slipping lower every so often to slide deeper into me.

  I let my body relax, let my legs fall open, gave him all the room he needed. I watched his hand for a little bit, entranced by the motion of his fingers, the bubbles that were left in the tub moving away from the motion of hand. Then I leaned back, closing my eyes, letting him have his way with me. He was patient and slow, starting a fire that slowly built, the heat rising through my body.

  It soon became impossible for me not to feel his erection touching me or his hips moving beneath the water. And I wanted to feel him, inside me, surrounded by all this warmth.

  The tub was wide enough for me to turn around, facing Chase, my legs wrapped around his waist. I settled myself down on him, his cock slowly sliding into me.


  He drew a breath, looking up into my face. I rocked my hips back and forth, tiny movements that seemed just enough. The light outside had grown dim, the candles the only light in the room now.

  In the soft glow I saw such tenderness in Chase’s eyes, something I hadn’t seen before. It made my heart swell, something I’d only read about in romance novels, but that’s what it did. There were sudden tears in my eyes at the raw emotion I saw on Chase’s face.

  He came quietly, his face against my chest, arms tight around my body, the only sounds a soft exhalation that might have been my name. I held him a long time after that, rocking slowly in the water.

  ***

  We ate the dinner Rachel had left, sitting down at one end of the long dining room table. I was beginning to think the woman was a ghost, leaving behind delicious food before heading back to the spirit realm.

  “No, she’s real. But she’s got a sixth sense about when I’m here or not. I rarely see her. We get along great, but she’s territorial about her kitchen when she’s in it, so I give her a wide birth and she cooks when I’m out. And she’s got the men to cook for, out in the bunkhouse kitchen. So she’s a busy woman.”

  “Does she live here on the ranch?” I was devouring a small plate of casserole, something creamy and delicate, with what I suspected were homemade noodles.

  “No, she’s from town. But she’s here early, stays late and doesn’t complain. Or, rarely complains. But when she’s got something to say, you’ll know it. She’s never been one to keep her peace if she’s got something she thinks needs saying. And she rules the roost out in the bunkhouse. Those men toe the line she draws. I’ve told her time and again I have a place for her at the club; she’d make an excellent dominatrix.”

  I laughed. “Do you miss the club? You don’t talk about it much.”

  He chewed in silence for a moment. “You know, I haven’t thought about it much, at least not when you’re around. You’re a good distraction.” There was another moment of silence.

  “You know, I meant what I said last night.” His voice was low.

  “Last night?” I looked down at my plate, knowing I was blushing.

  “When I said you should be here all the time. I meant it.” He was still watching me. I played with my food, my mouth suddenly dry, heart thumping wildly. Calm down, Abby. Take a breath.

  He reached across the table, taking my hand. “I don’t say these things on a whim, Abby.”

  I looked up at Chase. “I don’t know what to say.”

  “Don’t say anything. I’m putting it out there. It’s what I do. You should know by now I don’t hold back, in anything. When I want something, I go after it. When I like something, I buy it. When I find a woman that does to me what you do, makes me feel like I do, I want her around me, as much as possible.”

  “How do you feel?” My voice was barely a whisper. I managed to hold his gaze.

  “Do you want a declaration of love? I can’t give you that…yet. My heart isn’t easily given away; it’s been trampled too many times. I can tell you that in the short time I’ve known you, I’ve grown to like you quite a bit, for a city girl. I enjoy our time together. You’ve become an important part of my life. I look forward to seeing you and I miss you when you’re gone.”

  He rubbed his nose, a sheepish grin back on his face. “To be honest, I wouldn’t let Marie change my sheets after you left last week. They smelled like you…like us…and I didn’t want to give that up. She finally got them off the bed when I wasn’t paying attention.”

  He stood suddenly, holding out his hand, smiling down at me. “Come on, let’s dance.”

  “Who would have thought that you were such a romantic,” I teased, my eyes lit up with desire.

  I took his hand and he led me down the hall to the living room. There was a collection of electronics on a bookcase and he punched a few buttons. Music filled the room, apparently from some artfully hidden speakers.

  “Oh, Robin Hood. I remember this.”

  Chase took me in his arms, holding me close, my head resting on his shoulder. I let him slowly dancing me across the floor to the raspy, sexy voice of Bryan Adams.

  “You’re right. I am a romantic. I just hide it well from the rest of the world.”

  “You hide behind whips and chains?” I closed my eyes, inhaling his scent, the citrusy smell of our bath still lingering on his skin.

  “Sometimes. It’s an easy way to cover up a lot of things I’d rather not think about.”

  We were quiet, Chase humming softly with the song, expertly guiding me. I felt comfortable and content.

  The song ended. I sighed, not wanting to move. Something I didn’t recognize began playing but we didn’t dance. I lifted my face, Chase’s lips soft on mine, his kiss as gentle and slow as the music.

  ***

  It was late Sunday when I got back to my apartment. The cat was needy, but well fed.

  There were several messages on the machine. I was sorting the mail, listening with half an ear, hearing Leslie’s voice, then my mother’s. The next voice made my hands freeze, the mail falling back on the desk, now forgotten. It was Jake.

  “Abby, where are you? I’ve been trying to reach you since Friday. I’m back home and I want to see you. Call me.”

  ***

  I fished my cell phone out of my purse. It was turned off. I didn’t remember doing that. Flicking it back on and there were three messages from Jake. I didn’t bother listening to them. I didn’t want to hear the worry in his voice; that was clearly evident on the message on my home phone.

  My fingers trembled as I dialed Jake’s number. It rang just long enough that I thought I could hang up, but then his voice was there.

  “Abby? How are you?”

  “I’m fine. Sorry about not getting your messages. I was out of town and my cell phone got turned off somehow.”

  There was silence for a moment. I pictured Jake, tall and dark, so handsome it almost hurt to look at him. And I realized how much I’d missed him, and how much I’d enjoyed being with Chase.

  “I want to see you, Abby. I’ve missed you.”

  “I’ve missed you, Jake. More than I thought I would. Can we have dinner tomorrow night?”

  “Absolutely.” There was a smile in his voice. “I’ll pick you up at eight.”

  ***

  I was ready an hour early Monday night, pacing back and forth. I was really excited to see Jake, to hear how his trip had been. But most of all, I wanted his reassuring presence, the comfort of his arms around me.

  There was something in Jake that made me feel safe, cherished…loved. Chase made me feel almost like a horse…one of his fillies. Loved as a possession, not necessarily for myself.

  But Chase had unlocked something deep and primal in me, led me down some dark paths to experiences I’d never had with anyone.

  Jake was my dominant. I turned that relationship over in my mind, wondering how I felt about that now. Did I still want to explore relationship that with Jake? To be his submissive, to give control to him in return for a different kind of wild ride?

  I didn’t know if Jake had it in him as a dominant, the way Chase did, to take me to those places.

  I was certain thought that Jake, as a lover, could take me anywhere I wanted to go. Jake had the passion, if he’d let himself go and he fueled my passions in a different, but no less exciting way, than Chase did.

  The doorbell interrupted my swirling thoughts. Jake was there, tall and dark, blue eyes sweeping over me.

  Without hesitation, I pulled him against me, winding my arms around his neck. My mouth found his, my kiss urgent, my body suddenly needing him in a way that startled me.

  I pulled him into the apartment, pushing the door shut with a slam. He broke away, looking down at me.

  “Abby…”

  I didn’t let him continue. “The hell with dinner, Jake. Make love to me. Now.”

  I pulled him down the hall to my bedroom. He had the sense not to argue but I coul
d see a shadow of confusion cross his face.

  But that left him as I pulled at his shirt, undoing the buttons with eager fingers. His hands reached for my blouse, pulling it over my head. We made quick work of the rest of our clothing, falling onto the bed.

  Jake pulled me against his body, my fingers running eagerly over his chest, loving the feel of his lean frame, my hands running down the familiar contours of his body, over the flat plane of his stomach, the rise of his erection.

  We were a tangle of arms and legs, Jake’s hands squeezing my breasts, reaching down to cup my ass. Our lips were seeking, tongues probing each other’s mouths, reclaiming forgotten territory.

  I pushed Jake over on his back, straddling his hips. His hands reached up, pulling me down to him, his lips finding my breasts, running his tongue over my skin.

  I could feel his erection pressing against my inner thigh, hot and hard, and suddenly I wanted him inside me. Pulling away from Jake, I sat back, rising up on my knees. Jake was watching me, eyes taking in every part of me.

  “God, Abby, I think you’re more beautiful than ever. You look amazing. I really have missed you, not just this…” he waved his hand “…but you. I’ve missed you, Abby.”

  “I’ve missed you too, Jake. More than I thought I would.” I reached down, taking his erection in my hand, stroking him slowly, sitting back on his thighs for a moment, loving the feeling of his hard cock in my hand.

  Jake shifted beneath me, his hips rising in time with my thrusts. I rose up, rubbing the head of his cock against my pussy, circling my clit with it, sliding just the head into my body.

  I held him there a moment, watching his face, feeling him pressing against me, seeking to thrust into me. I took a deep breath, letting myself down on him, feeling him thrust up, meeting me. We both exhaled at the same time.

  “Oh, god, Abby. I’ve missed this, to be inside you. God, how I’ve missed this.”