“Mademoiselle,” he purred in that sexy, French drawl, taking my hand and bringing it up to his lips. “Vous êtes une rose parmi les herbes.”
I had no idea what that meant, but he sounded so sexy when he said it. “Merci,” I said, smiling, saying the only French word I knew. “Welcome. Um, may I...uhh...” My tongue wouldn't work. Why did he have to have those glorious, intense eyes? “Your coat. May I...take it, Mr Chevalier?”
“Absolutely,” he smiled. “I never say no to a pretty woman wanting to undress me.”
My cheeks colored. I don't remember the last time a man made me blush. He turned around and I grabbed his jacket, holding it while he shrugged out of it, then I hung it from a coat rack as he swept into the living room.
“Francois,” Mr. Draven greeted, the pair embracing like brothers, Francois kissing both of his cheeks. “Glad you could make it.”
“And pass up on another delightful meal cooked by your fiancee. And there is your radiant rose.”
“Hello, Francois,” Zera grinned, stepping out of the kitchen. He wrapped her in a hug, giving her a kiss on both her cheeks. “Dinner will be served shortly. Would you care for any refreshments?”
“Brandy,” Francois nodded.
“Right away,” Zera smiled, then motioned to me.
She poured a snifter of brandy, handing it to me. “Go out there and make him fall in love with you,” she whispered.
“Oui, oui,” I grinned. I guess I knew two French words.
The two men were sitting on chairs, talking, when I walked up. Francois eyes lit up at the sight of me, falling on my large breasts jiggling in my top. I grinned, swaying to him, holding the brandy out. He took it and seized my arm, pulling me onto his lap.
He was hard against my plump rear.
“Isn't she just a ravishing creature,” he purred. I shifted, making sure my cleavage was practically in his face and loving the feel of his excitement beneath me. “Just gorgeous.”
“Miss Isabella is definitely unique among flowers,” Mr. Draven smiled. “But watch out, she might have a thorn or two.”
“The most beautiful roses always do.”
I could listen to that sexy voice all day. His hand crept up my skirt, sliding down my chubby thigh as he spoke to Mr. Draven. I could barely follow what they talked about. My skin was alive, burning with the feel of his hand inching closer and closer to the heat in my panties. I was growing so wet beneath his touch, squirming on that thick rod in his pants.
I bet he would be an amazing lover. They say the French invented making love.
I gasped when his fingers reached my satin panties, exploring my treasure. His fingers brushed my aching clitoris, swirling around it and sending thrilling pleasure running through my body. I gasped and shuddered, my nipples hard, pressing against the silk of my blouse. Then his finger drifted down, rubbing through my labia.
And the men just talked as he fingered me. I felt so wonderfully dirty.
His finger pressed my satin panties between my lips and into my liquid heat. “Mr. Chevalier,” I moaned.
“Quiet, ma belle rose,” he purred.
“Yes, sir!”
I clamped my jaw shut as his finger grew more forceful with its exploration, digging deeper, pushing my panties through my slit. I could smell my tangy musk perfuming the air, released by his skillful exploration. He seemed to know just how to move his finger to keep the pleasure shuddering through me.
Then his finger slipped my gusset to the side and he touched me directly.
I shuddered as a small orgasm quaked through me. I couldn't believe how bold he was, fingering me right in front of Mr. Draven. He stroked my pearl, swirling about it in tight circles, then drifted down to my hot hole, probing it with his finger, stroking me with such intense purpose.
Two fingers pushed into my depths and I groaned, trying to stay silent as he worked deeper into me. I cried his name in my mind as my orgasm swelled inside me, growing closer and closer to exploding through me.
Other men sat at the table, all watching as I was fingered by this man. I drank in all these billionaire's attention. Powerful men were lusting after me, wanting to be the ones to touch me so intimately. But only Mr. Chevalier had the passionate drive to so boldly take me.
His lips touched my ear. “Cum, ma belle rose. Open up your blossoms and show us your radiance.”
His fingers curled and found my G-spot.
“Yes!” I gasped. “Mr. Chevalier! Oh, yes!”
My back arched. My pussy clamped down on his strong fingers. Bliss burst through me. My climax was hard. I was so naughty. I had never climaxed before so many strong men. They all watched me with rapt attention. And I drank it in.
They could have their pick of women, and they were all lusting after me.
Francois was lusting after me.
“Such a beautiful rose,” he whispered as my orgasm died down, leaving only wonderful bliss pumping through my veins.
“Thank you, Sir,” I panted.
He pulled out his fingers, holding them up to everyone. “You have soiled my fingers.”
“Let me clean them, Sir.” I opened my mouth and sucked my tangy flavor off of them, swirling my tongue around, showing him how well I could worship other, bigger parts of his body.
“Dinner's ready,” Zera announced as he pulled his fingers out of my lips.
“Good. I've had my apéritif, and now I'm ready for the main course,” purred Francois in that wonderful accent.
I slid off his lap, my legs unsteady and followed the men into the dining room. They each took their seats as we began ladling out the steamy soup Zera had prepared, the spicy scents filling my nostrils.
The men all took liberties with me, squeezing my rear and chubby thighs as I passed. All except Mr. Draven. He took his liberties with Alexandra, his hand disappearing between her skirt, rapture shining on her face.
Then we retreated to the kitchen to ready the next course.
“You're doing great,” Zera giggled. “Francois has really taken a shine to you.”
“I'd say.” My nethers still burned with his touch. “I can't believe he fingered me in front of your fiance.”
“He's just getting back at Mr. Draven for all the times he fingered me in front of Francois.” Zera had a naughty grin on her face. “My fiance does enjoy playing with me.”
I let out a wicked laugh. “He has corrupted you. What happened to that innocent girl that I knew?”
“She's still here. She's just...having more fun.”
“I'll say. Plenty of wicked fun.”
A buzz rang through the house. “That will be Mr. Curtis. Why don't you buzz him up while I serve the next course.”
“Sure.” I strolled through the house, cutting through the dining room and giggling as Mr. Travers stuck his hand up my skirt and gave me a pinch. When I reached the elevator and hit the button. “Draven residence. How may I help you?”
“It's Ajax. Buzz me up.”
“Um...” I worked my lips. Why didn't she tell me his first name?
“You're the new girl? Isabella.”
“Issy, sir.”
He chuckled. “Well, I'm Ajax Curtis. Why don't you buzz me up and let me see if you are as cute as you sound.” His voice was a deep baritone that almost hummed through me.
“Right away, Mr. Curtis,” I answered, wondering if he could possibly be as handsome as he sounded.
Chapter Three
My heart's beat sped up as I watched the elevator rise. The last of the potential billionaires that I would be working for was coming up. While I hoped Mr. Chevalier would hire me—the Frenchman had dreamy eyes—I needed to make a good impression with all of them, and this Mr. Curtis did sound hunky. The elevator dinged. The doors opened.
I gasped at the sight of him.
Mr. Ajax Curtis was brawny, Black man, his eyes lighting up at the sight of me. I could see how Zera almost gave up on her fiance for this man. He handed me his jacket, his dark hands caressing
my wrist.
“Mike always finds the best girls,” he rumbled as I hung his coat on the hook. His hand squeezed my ass through the skirt, thick and strong, sending a warm thrill through to the heart of me. “Just delicious. I could eat you all up, Issy.”
“Thanks,” I purred, turning around, staring him boldly in the eyes. “I love to be eaten by a big, strong man.”
“There's fire in you,” he laughed, his hands sliding up my thighs and dipping beneath my skirt.
“You better be careful. I must might burn you.”
His grin broadened, his teeth white between dark lips. My eyes widened as his thick finger boldly shoved into my panties and caressed me. “You are just ripe to be tamed.”
“Many have tried.”
“None like me.” His fingers thrust into me and my back arched, my breath quivering. This was so intoxicating. There was a primal hunger about Mr. Curtis. He seized what he wanted, and I could see just how much he desired my curves.
He stirred me up as he loomed over me. His free hand found my heavy breast, squeezing me through my bodice. I let out a small sigh, letting this billionaire do what he wanted to me, submitting to the pleasure he was granting.
“Ajax,” Mr. Chevalier said. My eyes snapped open and I saw the sexy Frenchman watching, his dark eyes burning on me. “You seem to have been distracted on the way to the dinner table.”
“I have,” he grinned, ripping his fingers out of me. “And what a distraction she is.”
My breath came in ragged grasps, frustration burning through me. Mr. Curtis walked past Mr. Chevalier, giving him a nod. I straightened my skirt, my cheeks burning, and boldly followed. When the Frenchman seized my arm, pulling me close, I almost let out a sigh as electricity sparked on my bare arm.
“You are such a wanton maid,” he whispered. “I want you to be mine.”
“Your maid?” I asked; a part of me hoped he meant so much more. No man had ever tamed me, but I could play nice for this man and those eyes. And his butt. It was so yummy.
“Yes. I wish for you to...clean my house.” His finger caressed my cheek. “You will be marvelous to watch.” He turned and headed for the dining room, leaving me standing in the living room, my knees weak.
“Issy,” Zera hissed from the kitchen. “Come on. You can daydream later.”
“He wants me,” I giggled, almost skipping across the room.
“Who? Mr. Curtis?”
I shook my head. “Francois.”
Zera grinned. “I knew this would work.”
All I could think about as we served the men was what would working for Mr. Chevalier be like? Is he like Mr. Draven. Was he going to tie me up and spank me? Only my pa had ever spanked me. Zera seemed to like it, but I didn't get it.
Well, maybe I would let Francois spank me. I bet he would look at me with those dark eyes and bend me over his lap and—
“Damn!” Mr. Curtis exclaimed, leaping back.
“Oh, shi...shoot!” I gasped, spilling wine right on his lap. My cheeks went red. “I'm so sorry, sir.” I grabbed a napkin, reaching down to dab at his crotch, wiping at the wine staining his slacks.
“I knew you were eager to touch me,” he laughed as I rubbed at his swelling girth. “But you didn't have to spill wine on me.”
“I am really sorry.”
“Mike, is this the quality of employee you hire?”
“She's new,” Mr. Draven answered.
“No excuse. She needs to be punished.”
“Punished!” I gasped. “What does that mean?”
“Miss Alexandra, why don't you fetch one of your slippers,” Mr. Curtis rumbled. “I think that will be just perfect.”
“Of course, Mr. Curtis,” my friend smiled.
“Zera!” I gasped.
She winked at me, then turned and obeyed the black man.
“You are not spanking me,” I huffed.
He stood up, looming over me, so big and strong. His eyes bore down at me as he cleared his plate from the table. “Bend over the table and take your punishment.”
“Or?” I asked, trying not to shake and show fear.
He didn't answer. He just stared down at me, so strong and powerful, his gaze boring into me, past my skin and into the very core of my being. My body responded to his strength. He expected me to be his tame songbird, and part of me just wanted to sing for him.
“My slipper,” my friend said, presenting him with her ivory-colored footwear.
“Traitor,” I muttered.
She just grinned and sat on her fiance's lap. Every one was looking at me, waiting for me to submit to the Black man. I caught Francois's eyes. His hands were clasped before him as he leaned forward, those dark eyes focused on me like lasers, a grin curling his lips. All these billionaires were eager to watch my humiliation.
I should be more angry.
But I wasn't. I was horny. Mr. Curtis's thick fingers had left me a frustrated mess, and all these handsome, powerful man staring at me, lusting for my chubby body, were the fuel that made my fires burn hotter.
I submitted, bending over the table.
He pulled my skirt up, an eager anticipation filled the room. His fingers stroked my rear through the satin panties. “These have to go. A woman with an ass as beautiful as yours should only wear a thong. Or nothing.”
He pulled my panties down. I was so exposed, trembling as this strong, Black man witnessed my most intimate spot. I shuddered, a line of excitement running down my thigh. I tensed, waiting for the first spanking to land, my eyes flicking around at the eager men.
My gaze fell on Francois's dark eyes. I looked onto this dark depths, shuddering at the depth of passion. I could lose myself in those dark orbs. Fall into them and never come back out, lost in a world of pleasure. I couldn't wait to serve this man personally.
Smack!
The slipper fell, the soft sole snapping against my plump cheeks, disciplining me. I had been bad. The pain flared, a stinging warmth that washed right to the very core of me, mixing with my excitement. I had done such naughty things in my life, but never had I allowed my antics to be witnessed.
“Naughty slut,” Francois whispered. “Spank her again, Ajax.”
Smack!
I gasped, shivering at the heat.
“Thank him,” my friend said. I wanted to look at her, but I couldn't tear my eyes from Francois.
“Thank you,” I gasped. “I was bad.”
I didn't know if I was thanking Mr. Curtis for spanking me or Mr. Chevalier for watching. Both man were sexy and powerful. Mr. Curtis's blows were strong and firm, keeping me in line. My heart beat faster, my head spinning without a drop of alcohol in my system.
Delight burned inside me, growing with every fall of the slipper.
Smack!
“Thank you, sir!” I groaned, the heat burning inside me. My hips shook, my thighs pressing together, working against my aching clitoris. My passion was overflowing, the air thick with sweat and my tangy excitement.
Smack!
I was brimming with passion. Every fall of the slipper poured more into me.
Smack!
My chalice was about to overflow.
Smack!
I squeezed my thighs.
Smack!
Rapture flooded me.
Smack!
I came.
Smack!
My eyes were locked on Francois, lost in his gaze. My sweet gasps echoed through the silent room. The pleasure swelled inside me, a great, encompassing wave of bliss. Everything fell away from me but those wonderful, dark, passionate eyes and Mr. Curtis's firm blows with the slipper.
I never wanted the pleasure to end.
I never thought it could be better.
And then Mr. Curtis's big, Black dick entered me.
My toes curled. “Oh, yes!” I gasped. “Oh, fuck me!”
“I am, little slut! Oh, yes! Take it!”
He pounded me. My pussy was stretched by his girth. I pushed back, gasping and mo
aning, new orgasms rolling through me. He churned through my liquid warmth, hitting every wonderful part of my depths. I shuddered again, clenching down on him as new wave of bliss slammed through me.
“Thank you, thank you!” I moaned. Thank you for fucking me. Thank you for watching me.
“Fuck that little slut,” Francois moaned. “She loves it! Look at that beautiful face!”
He thought I was beautiful.
The table creaked with the force of Mr. Curtis's powerful thrusts. His strong hands gripped my burning ass, squeezing my ample girth. His strokes grew harder, burying deep into me, letting my hole revel in every inch of his cock. My fingernails raked at the tablecloth as the pleasure mounted, the orgasms growing more intense.
My vision fuzzed. I was only passion. Francois's dark eyes became my universe. I fell into them as Mr. Curtis grunted. Liquid heat burned inside me. The powerful, Black man flooded my pussy. My tunnel convulsed about his thick cock.
Every nerve in my body cried out in joy.
Darkness overtook me.
I was lost in Francois dark depths. He held me in the eternity of my orgasm. My heart beat for joy. Francois eyes and Mr. Curtis's cock were my universe.
A hand shook me. “Come on, Issy.”
“Zera,” I muttered, my eyes fluttering open.
My friends round, cute face framed by her fiery curls loomed over me. “Did you have a good one?”
“The best,” I purred, sitting up. I was curled on the floor. “What happened.”
“You passed out when you orgasmed,” she said, blushing. “It was...passionate.”
“It was,” I smiled, remembering my two lovers. Francois may not have touched my body, but he had touched my soul.
“We all let you sleep. Francois's already left, he had something to get to, but he gave me this.”
She held out an envelop addressed to “Ma belle rose, Isabella.”
My heart beat faster. It wasn't sealed. Inside was a hand written letter, the script cursive and flowing—far better than my own.
Your performance tonight took my breath away. My blood burns to see you again. Come to my house tomorrow. Alexandra knows the address. Be my passionate maid and let me see eternity in your blue eyes again.
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