Love's Leash (Issy's Tale): (A Billionaire, BDSM, BBW naughty romance) (Curvy Maids Book 2)

by Jordan, Renee

  Francois.

  “He wants me,” I gasped, tears brimming in my eyes. “Oh, Zera, tonight was amazing!”

  Chapter Four

  I couldn't stop staring at Mr. Chevalier's letter, my heart beating for joy. I was practically dancing in the kitchen, still on an orgasmic high after the wild night I had. I had found my billionaire and he was hunky and handsome. I didn't set out to fall in love when I came to Seattle, but now that I had seen Mr. Chevalier's passion, I couldn't help the way my heart beat for him. I was going to make sure he fell in love with me so I could be as happy as Zera was.

  “Issy,” Zera called, her elbows stuck into the sink of dirty dishes. “Want to help me with the dishes.”

  “Oh, right,” I flushed. “Sorry. I'm just so excited!”

  “I know.” Her grin spread, a sud of soap on her chin. “But we need to get a lot of work done before we can retire.”

  “Yes, you do,” a strong voice rumbled. Mr. Draven walked in. “You still need to be punished for letting your personal life keep us apart.”

  “Yes, Mr. Draven,” she purred, staring at him with such dewy passion.

  “Good. I'll be in my office. Attend me when you're finished.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He stroked her cheek; she shuddered, then he walked out of the kitchen. Zera let out a gasp and I was wondering if she had climaxed. Then she turned and began busying herself cleaning up the dishes, humming to herself.

  “He's disciplining you because you had to pick me up from the airport?”

  She nodded.

  “That doesn't seem fair.”

  “I was disobedient.” She looked at me, a naughty twinkle in her green eyes. “It can be so fun to be disobedient.”

  “You get off on being punished?”

  She nodded her head. “He takes me by the scruff and gives me just what I need.”

  “And ain't you afraid he'll go to far.”

  “I trust him, Issy. Fully. I surrendered myself to him. He would never do anything to me that I do not want him to.”

  I blinked at the passion of her words. “I don't think I could ever trust a guy to do that. Or let him. Why should he have all the power in the relationship?”

  Zera smiled. “It looked like you enjoyed it when Mr. Curtis spanked your ass.”

  “Well, it made Mr. Chevalier happy,” I answered. “And...that made me happy.”

  “Maybe,” she answered. “Or maybe you just want a strong man to seize you by the scruff and tame you.”

  I laughed. “I don't know about that. But maybe...for Mr. Chevalier I could play around with some BDSM. Like I could let him spank me every so often. But I don't know that I could surrender fully to him.”

  “You'll know it in your heart if he's your Master. Trust me.”

  “What if I don't need no master?”

  “Then you'll get to have a lot of fun,” Zera answered. “You'll love it. Tomorrow, you'll get your first taste of what serving as Mr. Chevalier's maid will be like. Who knows, you might just find yourself unable to resist being bent over a coffee table and having your plump ass spanked.” She let out a wicked giggled. “I know I couldn't.”

  The dishes went swiftly with the both of us working. Zera was quite efficient at cleaning up and I just followed her lead. My mind was whirring with Mr. Chevalier's dark eyes while my rear throbbed with the memory of Mr. Curtis's discipline.

  True to her fiance's commands, Zera went to his office. I didn't know what happened in there, but Zera's moans and cries were quite passionate, echoing through the house and, near the end, I even heard him grunting and panting. I tried to watch TV in the living room and ignore them.

  It was difficult and I began to wonder just what was happening in there. Was she tied up, bent over his knees, or sprawled across a piece of furniture? Did he use his hand to spank her or did he use something else like a paddle or a whip?

  Or a slipper?

  My ass still throbbed with the memory of Mr. Curtis's spanking and I squirmed, an itch forming between my thighs. I let my hand drift down, slipping beneath the hem of my uniform and drawing near to my aching nethers.

  “Good night,” Zera announced, startling me out of my naughty thoughts.

  I jumped, yanking my hand from between my thighs.

  “Good night, Zera,” I panted, glancing at her. She was dressed in a silk robe, her face flushed. I couldn't help but notice red markings around her wrist from some sort of restraints. “Did he spank you?”

  She grinned at me. “He did a lot to me. We're going to bed. Don't stay up too late, you have a big day.”

  “Thanks, ma,” I groused.

  She kissed my forehead and joined her fiance in their bedroom. But they didn't go to sleep and I found myself slipping into my bedroom and pulling out the silver vibrator I brought from home. Listening to their round two was too much for me to ignore.

  The vibrator hummed inside me, churning me up, and I found my thoughts drifting between Mr. Chevalier and Mr. Curtis. They both ran their strong hands across my body, teasing my ample flesh and getting me so excited until Mr. Curtis entered me.

  “Yes,” I moaned, sliding the vibrator in and out of me, my hips jerking as my orgasm approached. “Watch me, Mr. Chevalier!”

  I pictured those wonderful, dark eyes watching me as my orgasm rolled over my body—I thrashed on the bed.

  Panting with bliss, I pulled my vib out, turned off the bedside lamp, and drifted off to sleep, dreaming about my hunky, French billionaire.

  * * *

  I felt like jumping out of my skin as Zera and I rode the elevator down.

  Today was going to be my first day working for Mr. Chevalier and my heart thudded with joy. The French billionaire was so handsome and sexy, with brooding eyes that I could just be lost in. I couldn't mess this up. I wanted the happiness Zera had found with her billionaire.

  I was so excited I had trouble staying asleep. I kept dreaming of Mr. Chevalier holding me in his strong arms and kissing me. But we were always interrupted by Mr. Curtis. The Black man's appetite for disciplining my curvy flesh seemed untamable in my dreams. He never seemed satisfied with me, always pulling me from the man I wanted to be with to do such strange things to me.

  I put those dreams from my mind.

  “I'm going to mess this up,” I muttered, tapping my foot. Why did this thing have to take for ever to descend?

  “It'll be fine, Issy.” Zera put her arm around my shoulders, pulling me against her chubby body. She was such a great friend. The best friend I could ever want.

  “I know,” I whispered, my voice tight.

  “How can you be scared?” she laughed. “How many times have you oil wrestled in a bikini at the Mud Pit?”

  A grin split through my nerves. “Yeah. I guess. But those were just a bunch of dump hicks I was wrestlin' for. Mr. Chevalier is French. He's cultured. He's gonna realize I'm just some rough, fat chick from the country side. Good for a roll in the hay, but not much else.”

  “Don't be like that. I saw how he looked at you when Mr. Curtis disciplined you last night.”

  My cheeks went crimson at the memory of the Black man first spanking me then fucking me right there at the dinner table while Francois and everyone else watched. My body heated at the memory of that thick, Black cock penetrating my depths and my plump butt still throbbed with the lingering traces of his spanking.

  “That was hot,” I grinned. “Oh, wow, but I can't believe how wild I was. Your fiance's friends are in a league of their own.”

  The elevator dinged, sliding open on the lobby of Mr. Draven's building. Zera hooked my arm as we walked across the marble floor, our heals clicking as we walked. A few women sitting at a table glanced at us, sneers on their lips.

  “Don't mind them,” Zera whispered. “They're just jealous that I snagged the hottest bachelor in town.”

  “Second hottest,” I giggled. “Francois is mine.” I glanced at the woman, smiling at them. They were all stick-figure thi
n. What guy wanted to bed that? A real man wanted a real woman, and a real woman had plump curves and pillowy flesh.

  “Fat whores,” one muttered into her tea.

  I bristled, turning to go over and whoop her skinny ass but Zera had my arm, pulling me along. “Not worth it. You have a date with a billionaire. Those women, their husbands ain't even millionaires.”

  “Right. Poor, skinny, anorexic sluts,” I muttered.

  The doorman snorted, holding the door open. “Miss Zera,” he nodded, his voice thick with an Eastern European accent. “You and your friend have a nice day.”

  “You, too, Victor,” Zera smiled, slipping him a bill as she walked by. “Say hi to that cute daughter of yours.”

  “I will.”

  A black, sleek town car idled in front of the building, a man in a chauffeur's outfit waiting, a broad smile on his face as he opened the door for us. “Miss Alexandra,” he nodded. “And Miss Isabella.”

  “Just Issy,” I said with a smile—he was cute and filled out his jacket nicely, but he was no Mr. Chevalier.

  It felt so weird to climb into the back of a limo dressed in my slutty maid's outfit. Zera was better dressed in a comfortable sweater and a cute pair of jeans. Apparently, she only worked Monday through Friday for her fiance.

  “I really don't get it,” I said as scooted down the seat to make room for her. “Why do you still work for him as his maid.”

  “Well, I like to cook and clean,” she admitted.

  I shook my head at that.

  “It's putting my life in order. Making sure everything's where it should be and tidy. So I'd be doing it anyways. And, well, playing the maid is so...”

  “Erotic?”

  “Yes,” she smiled, shifting on her seat. “He's my Master first. I love him so much that I trust him to do what's right. To never do more to me than I really want. It's so intimate.”

  I shivered. Would I get that with Mr. Chevalier? I bet I would. I could sense his passion. He wasn't like Mr. Curtis. That man only reveled in the feel of my flesh. And while I had savored it, there was more to life than just satiating lusts.

  But he had satiated them well.

  “Is there anything I should know about Francois?” I asked as we drove through Seattle to his condo.

  “I really don't know much about him.” She smiled. “Other than how handsome he is. He's a quiet man. Intense, but quiet. He's always watching you, studying you, unraveling you. Then he surprises you with some insight.”

  His condo was in a tall building, the insides so different from Mr. Draven's. It was so austere, an almost simplistic, modern aesthetic. I almost shivered as we walked in, wondering where the warmth of the lobby was.

  “Here's his key,” Zera said, slipping it in my hand. “Good luck.”

  “Thanks.” I took a deep breath and hit the button for the fifteenth floor.

  I squeezed my thighs together as the elevator rose up, my excitement growing, mixing with the nerves in my stomach until I felt like I was going to explode. I pushed them down. Zera was right; I had oiled wrestled in front of a tavern full of screaming guys. Why was I scared to dress in a far less revealing outfit in front of just one man?

  Because he was so handsome.

  I reached his door, pulling the key out of my purse and unlocking it. I slipped in, my heart hammering. I was in his condo. It was so open, dominating the corner of the building. There were no walls between his kitchen, dining room, and living room, making the space seem so huge. The windows ran from floor to ceiling, looking out at the gorgeous view of the Puget Sound.

  I walked to the window, and gasped for air, remembering to breathe as I gazed out at the beauty of Seattle.

  “It is only half as beautiful as you.”

  Chapter Five

  The man's voice startled me and I jumped half-out of my skin, whirling around to see Mr. Chevalier dressed in a dark blue, silk robe, unbelted to show off his sculpted, hairless chest and loose, silk pajama pants. His dark eyes were locked on me as he walked over.

  “I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were home. Zera gave me the key, so I just assumed that you weren't home and I walked in without even knocking, I'm really sorry, Mr. Chevalier.”

  He touched my lips with his finger. “You were given the key so you could let yourself in when you needed to. So relax, ma belle rose.” His finger moved down to caress my cheek, down my neck, to the frilly, low-cut bodice of the dress. I shivered as he moved lower, brushing my pillowy breasts and aching nipples. “A radiant flower should be bared to the sun, open and exposing all.”

  “What?” I asked, my mind struggling to work.

  “Strip. I want you to serve naked in my house. I desire to witness every bit of your plump flesh unimpeded by anything.”

  He moved to a wet bar, pouring himself a brandy as he watched me, swirling the amber liquid in the glass before taking a sip. My hands seemed to move on their own as I submitted to his request. His dark eyes demanded it of me. I pulled the lacing, the bodice relaxing as I undid it; he sipped his brandy. My breasts were revealed, heavy and full, my nipples hard, pierced by a pair of gold rings.

  He grinned. “Wonderful.”

  I worked the skimpy uniform down my hips and chubby thighs, the lacy dress falling about my heels. I bent down, my blonde hair spilling before me as I picked it up, carefully folding it and setting it on his couch. I faced him, wearing only heels, stockings, garter belt, and panties.

  “Leave the stockings and heels,” he said.

  “Yes, sir,” I whispered, reaching down to unclasp the garter from the stockings so I could work my satin panties off.

  I could smell my tangy excitement. I stood before him, proud of my beauty, drinking in his attention. This wasn't much different than wrestling in a bikini. And yet I had never been wetter. Liquid warmth was flooding out of me.

  “You may clean,” he said, sipping his brandy.

  He watched me as I cleaned his house, sitting or standing as I worked. He never said a word, just sipped his Brandy and kept his dark eyes locked on me. Every time I bent over, I was aware of the lips of my pussy parting, revealing my pink, wet depths. Every time I moved, my heavy breasts jiggled, the golden rings piercing my nipples flashing in the light.

  My excitement grew, driving me to tease him. I always made sure he could see my delights when I needed to bend over to clean something, prancing about in my heels and stockings, driving him to a froth of passion.

  My eyes always fell on his hard cock tenting his pajama bottoms. I could see how much he desired me. How much he wanted to bend me over and use me for his satisfaction. But he never even touched me, only caressed me with his eyes.

  Excitement burned inside me.

  “I want to watch you blossom, ma belle rose,” he purred all of a sudden, looming over me. “I want to see you consumed by rapture.”

  “Please, yes,” I moaned, looking up at him. “I...I want you so bad, Mr. Chevalier.”

  “Not yet.” He held his hand out. A thick, black dildo was in his hand, bumped and ridged. “Pleasure yourself. You have denied your excitement for too long. I can smell your perfume.”

  “Don't you want satisfaction, sir?”

  “Pleasure yourself. Let me see that passion I witnessed last night. Let me see that slut that came on Ajax's cock.”

  “That will make you happy?”

  “So happy.”

  Joy beat in my heart. I took the dildo, moving to his bed, freshly made by me. I stretched out on the smooth comforter, bringing the dildo to my lips. I swirled my tongue around the rubber, wetting it, letting him know just how well I would treat him. My free hand drifted down to my hard nipples, pulling on them, a soft sigh escaping my lips.

  “Yes. That's it. Let out your slut. Let me see the real you. Bloom.”

  “Yes, sir!” I moaned, sliding the dildo down between my heavy breasts sliding it up to brush my nipples, shudders of pleasure shooting down to my wet pussy.

  His eyes were dark as he
loomed over me, his muscular chest heaving. I so wanted to touch those hard muscles.

  I moved the dildo lower. I needed to cum so bad. I needed to obey this man, to submit to the his desires and the wanton lusts of my body. I drew the rubber tip against my stomach, following the line of golden pubic hair to my shaved pussy. I brushed my clit, my back arching as pleasure built inside me.

  “You want to watch me stick this big, thick cock in my tiny pussy,” I purred, putting a coquettish smile on my lips.

  “So bad. Be the whore! Be wild!”

  “I can be wild,” I purred. I can be wild for you. My heart beat faster as I slid the wonderful, hard dildo against my labia, just pressing it into my folds.

  I moaned, pinching my nipples, giving him such a show. My chubby thighs were spread wide as I worked the dildo in and around my aching hole, teasing him as much as I teased myself. His dark eyes burned as they watched that thick, rubber cock.

  “Stick it in,” he groaned. “Be the whore! Defile yourself for me!”

  I gasped as I shoved it in. It spread me open, the bumps and ridges pressing against my flesh, igniting new and wonderful sensations within me. My body writhed before him as I worked the dildo faster and faster through my flesh.

  “So big! But I wish it was your cock!” I moaned. “I want your big, thick cock inside me!”

  His hand drifted down, squeezing himself through his pants.

  “You want it too, sir. Fuck me, sir! Please!”

  “I will fuck you when I'm ready, slut,” he groaned, looming over me. “Now make yourself cum!”

  “Yes!” I panted, rolling onto my hands and knees, pressing my ass at him. I reached between my legs, grasping the thick dildo and pumped it hard in and out of me, pretending he was taking me from behind. “Fuck me! So wonderful! Oh, yes!”

  My orgasm swelled. I could feel those dark eyes locked on my pink lips spread wide by the dildo. My pleasure swelled, churned by the thick, fake cock. My tunnel squeezed down on the dildo. My pleasure burst through me.