“Francois!” I moaned. “Yes!”
My cum was hard. My body rejoicing after a day spent in excitement. I shuddered and shook, collapsing onto my belly, still working the dildo in and out of me. Something hot and warm splashed on my ass.
His cum.
I erupted again. “Cum on me!” I moaned.
“Such a filthy whore!” he panted as the last drops hit me.
“I am!” I moaned. “For you, sir.”
My orgasm reached its peak and then I fell still, panting on his bed, the pleasure receding from me. I rolled onto my back, looking up at him. He had a wild looking in his eyes, his hair mused, his cock thick in his hand.
“You did fantastic today,” he panted. “You may leave.”
I blinked. “Oh. Okay.” Didn't he want to enjoy me more?
I stood up, my breath coming in heaving gasps. I tried to hide my disappointment and confusion. I so wanted to be touched and held by this man. To be loved in his strong arms. I opened my mouth, wanting to blurt out what my heart was screaming.
He touched my lips. “I will not be swayed by your sweet words. Patience, and you will get what you desire.”
“Yes, sir,” I smiled.
I dressed. He walked out, handing me my days pay—one hundred dollars an hour. I had never made so much for such fun work. I slipped it into my purse, smiling at him, taking my time as I dressed, letting him get one last feast of my curvy body.
“You will work for me Tuesday through Saturday,” he said. “You may not see much of me on the weekdays. But Saturday...” His smile was full of promise.
“Of course, sir.”
He walked me to the elevator and caressed my cheek right before I stepped in. My eyes closed and I rubbed against his palm, my body shuddering. I could feel his love, his tender caring. Then he withdrew and I was alone.
Chapter Six
I let out a boisterous whoop the moment the elevator doors were closed. I couldn't contain my excitement a moment longer. I was in love. Me. I had never felt this amazing rush before. Francois was going to be my billionaire! We were going to be so happy together.
“Zera and I can have a double wedding,” I sighed.
I skipped out of the elevator. I didn't care what I looked like to all the people who lived in his building. I was burning with joy. I stepped outside and walked up to the town car waiting to pick me up.
Zera was a great friend. The driver held the door open and I slipped in. “Zera, today was—”
“Hello, Miss Isabella,” Mr. Curtis rumbled, a smile crossing his face, full of hunger for my body. “I kindly offered to take you home. Zera and Mike had to go out of town suddenly.”
“Thank you,” I said as he slid closer. God, he was handsome. Carved of ebony. He loomed over me, and my body, still excited from the fun I had with my billionaire lover, responded to him. What a treacherous body.
“But first, I thought I would have you for dinner, Miss Isabella.”
“Issy,” I muttered and shuddered, his dark hand resting on my white, chubby thigh, sliding up to my skirt.
“Issy,” he grinned, savoring my name. “It fits you so well. I am going to enjoy feasting on you.”
“I don't think that would be a good idea,” I panted. I loved Francois. I shouldn't let this man do anything to me.
He shook his head. “I want you tonight. I couldn't stop thinking about you since I enjoyed you for dinner last night. You tasted sublime.”
Remember Francois. His dark eyes. The way he makes your heart beat, Issy.
Mr. Curtis's hand reached that warm ache between my thighs, my naughty hole that had needed to be satisfied. The dildo had been a great appetizer, but I had wanted to feast on Francois's rod. I tried to pull away, to push his hand out from between my thighs.
“You are mine tonight.”
He captured my lips and I surrendered to him. I couldn't fight my desires. It didn't matter how much I loved Francois, I couldn't deny Mr. Curtis what he wanted from me. The car pulled away as we kissed, his strong, dark hands exploring my ample body.
I couldn't stop kissing him. I couldn't stop squirming beneath him. This was wonderful. This was amazing. This is what I burned for. I was giving myself to him. Letting him do whatever he wanted to me. I couldn't fight him. I couldn't fight myself.
I could only surrender.
My bodice came undone, my heavy breasts spilling out. His thick fingers found my nipple rings, tugging at them with sharp jerks. I winced and moaned at the pain. His other hand worked inside my panties, probing my depths like he had down last night, stirring me up so wonderfully.
“Not a thong,” he whispered, ripping his fingers out of me. “Take them off.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered. How could I surrender so easily to this man? I lifted my rear up, reaching beneath the lacy skirt to pull them down. His hand shot between my chubby thighs, pressing into my liquid depths. I gasped and stirred, shuddering beneath him.
“So much better.”
Our lips met again, his tongue thrusting into my mouth. He was so hungry, out of control with his lust to possess me. His thumb rubbed my clit in hard circles. My back arched into the leather seat, my head pulling away. His lips sucked at my neck as I stared out the tinted windows at the passing cars and pedestrians.
None of them knew how I was submitting to this man.
My pleasure crested inside me. “Mr. Curtis!” I gasped as I came, shuddering on his fingers. His fingers gave another tug at my nipple, pain mixing with pleasure, adding spice to the sweetness.
The density of downtown gave way to the expensive, residential neighborhood of Queen Ann. The town car turned into a driveway before a large house, a very high, thick hedge encircling the property—he liked his privacy.
The car stopped before the garage.
“Remove the dress,” he ordered me, reaching into his pants pocket to pull out a thin, metal chain made of shiny gold.
“What are those—”
“I didn't tell you to talk,” he growled, staring at me.
I wasn't one to be cowed so easily. “I'm not your—”
He seized my nipple ring, pulling at it—I gasped at the pain. “You are mine tonight, remember. Now strip.”
He let go; I shuddered again. Why couldn't I say no to this man? Why did my body like this?
I undressed beneath his hungry gaze, his dark hands roaming my pale, plump flesh until I was only in my stocking, garter, and heels. I was as naked as I had been with Francois, only this was so different. With Francois, I had felt confident, savoring the way I teased the Frenchman, enjoying the power my body had over Francois. Mr. Curtis striped all the power from me as he clipped the end of his chains, separated into two leads, to both my nipple rings.
“Normally, I use clamps to leash my slave,” he grinned. “But these rings are just perfect.”
He gave a tug as he climbed out of the car, pulling me along with him, my breasts stretching out. I scooted down the seat, gasping every time he jerked. I climbed out and followed behind him, my cheeks burning, and I hoped that hedge was high enough.
“I'm going to have to spank you again,” he said. “You need to learn to obey me faster.”
I didn't say anything; he didn't tell me to speak.
“Good. Let's see if we cant' tame that tongue.”
“My tongue doesn't need to be tamed,” I spat before I could stop myself. “I'm Francois! Not yours.”
He shook his head. “You'll never be his. He doesn't love you.”
I could remember the feel of Mr. Chevalier's passion as he had watched me this afternoon. He was falling in love with me. I just knew it. “And you do?” I demanded.
“Keep talking. I'm going to enjoy spanking you. You're up to fifteen with the lash.”
“I will not let you!”
He opened the front door, leading me in. “Yes, you will. You can't help yourself.”
He stopped in his living room, reaching up to a hook set in the ceiling and looping the end of m
y chain around it. There was just enough tension in the leash to lift my nipples up, shooting a small amount of pain through me.
Enough to make my pussy itch.
“You just need to learn that this is what you want,” he continued, striding out of the room. “You want to be mine.”
“I'm Francois!”
“Twenty lashes.”
“I don't care! I love him!”
“Twenty-five lashes.”
I looked up at the chain. If I strained on my tiptoes I could reach it and free myself. Hell, I could just unclip them and walk out. My fingers reached for the chain and froze, remembering how hard I had cum last night just from being spanked.
Because Francois had been watching me, right?
Then why was I so excited right now?
He walked out, naked, his ebony body made of rippling muscles. In one hand he held a flail made of many lengths of red leather. In the other he held butt plug. I had seen one in a sex shop before, almost daring Zera to buy it, but she had chickened out.
And so had I.
“You have been such a naughty woman,” he grinned. “But I'll set you straight.
He sat the flail down, coating the plug with dripping lube, then walked behind me. I pushed my butt towards him, my body eager to let this man do what he wanted to me. I was so weak. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend it was Francois working the butt plug inside me.
“That's it,” he grunted, my ass expanding, a shudder rolling through me as new pleasures ignited inside me. Then he had it inserted, filling my ass, spreading me open, the tapered plug fully buried in me. “So beautiful.”
Then he grabbed the flail. “Twenty-five kisses for being such a bad slut and disobeying me. You will count them and thank me.”
I wouldn't.
The flail swished through the air.
Smack.
Lines of fire crossed my plump rear, the butt plug pushed a little bit into me. I gasped, shivering, the leash clinking as my heavy breasts swayed. The pain prickled my skin and made me feel so alive, so naughty.
“One, thank you, sir,” I cried out, letting my desire out. I was so weak.
Smack!
“Two, thank you, sir!” The pain was more intense, joining the new stripes.
Smack!
The fire spread, his flail working about my plump ass. Sometime he hit high up, sometimes it fell on the back of my thighs. Every time I gasped out the count, my excitement growing. I could leave at any time, but I wanted to please him. I had to.
My hips swayed, the butt plug rubbing inside me. My pleasure built, my thighs squeezing on my clitoris as I shifted in the living room and my nipples ached constantly, a wonderful, dull pain mixing with the burning heat on my ass.
Smack!
“Seventeen, thank you, sir!”
His strokes grew faster, falling with an eager intensity. My entire backside burned. There wasn't a stripe of my plump butt that wasn't kissed by the flail. Each blow brought up new welts, new pain, new pleasures.
Smack!
“Twenty, thank you, sir!”
The pleasure built inside me. We could both feel it. I neared my crescendo as he worked the flail in beat with my lust.
Smack!
“Twenty-two, thank you, sir!”
Wonderful pain.
“Twenty-three, thank you, sir!”
Blissful agony.
“Twenty-four, thank you, sir!”
There was such joy in surrender.
“Twenty-five, thank you, sir!”
My orgasm swept through me.
He caught me, my legs buckling as the pleasure soared through me. Strong arms held me, keeping me from falling over and ripping out my nipple rings. The chain came undone and he lowered me to the floor.
I spread my legs, opening myself to him.
His thick, Black cock filled me, his strong form crushing me. I writhed on the carpet, the fibers burning against my welted ass. My hands ran across his muscular, ebony chest. I humped my hips, grinding my clitoris against his powerful thrusts.
I felt so full.
“Fuck me!” I groaned. “Make me cum, sir!”
His thrust grew harder, his mouth grunting. “That's it. Take me, slut! Feel my passion! This is what you want! This is what you need! Be mine!”
I wanted to be his, but I couldn't forget about Francois.
“Be my maid, my slut! Be all mine!”
His dark lips nuzzled my neck.
“I need to own you. I need to tame you!”
My thighs wrapped tight about his waist, pulling him in deep. My eyes squeezed shut, picturing Francois on top of me, but the image wouldn't hold. Mr. Curtis had me, and I savored as he took his pleasure inside my body.
“Be my maid!”
I wanted to say yes. I wanted to say no.
My orgasm burned through me. I gasped and groaned, bucking against my Black master. My body wasn't as confused as my mind. It knew what it wanted—his hard cock thrusting inside me. I held him tight, gasping through clenched teeth as I fought to give in and be his fully.
I was Francois.
“Mine!” he groaned, his cock burying into the depths of my clenching pussy. His cum was a hot flood. “Be mine.”
He collapsed on me, his weight so wonderfully solid. He nuzzled at my neck, savoring the feel of me as we came down from our orgasmic highs.
If I loved Francois, why did I want to be with Mr. Curtis so bad?
Chapter Seven
I stumbled into my bedroom as the sun was rising. Mr. Curtis had taken his pleasure with me all night and into morning. He was insatiable. My ass burned, my nipples were sore, and my wrists and ankles chaffed.
I wanted to believe that I hadn't enjoyed his discipline, but there had been something so wonderfully freeing about submitting to Mr. Curtis's strength. I just wished he could be Francois, my sexy Frenchman. Why couldn't Francois have taken me with such strength and passion?
I wouldn't fight him. I'd let that hunky Frenchman do whatever he wanted to my plump body.
I collapsed onto my bed and fell unconscious.
The knock at my door woke me up. “Issy, you here?”
“What?” I muttered, sitting up in my bed, still wearing my maid's uniform. I felt dirty and grimy, sweat caking my body.
The door opened and Zera peaked in. She giggled. “I see you had a lot of fun at Mr. Chevalier's. What time did you get home?”
“Sunrise,” I answered. I wanted to tell her that it hadn't been Mr. Chevalier that had kept me up all night, but I hesitated. I didn't want to admit how much I had betrayed my French billionaire by letting my lusts overwhelm me. “It was fun.”
“I can see that. Why don't you take a shower. I have a friend coming over. I'm trying to recruit her to be a maid. I think she'd be perfect.”
“Where's your fiance?”
“Board meeting. There's some crisis.” Zera shrugged. “He'll sort it out. Now get cleaned up. You reek of sex.”
The hot water felt wonderful on my curvy body, washing me clean of my affair with Mr. Curtis. I watched it all swirl down the drain like it had never happened. And it wouldn't happen again. It was an aberration. I had been vulnerable, still aroused from Mr. Chevalier, and Mr. Curtis had taken advantage of me.
I felt better after the shower, humming as I dried my blonde hair and pulled on a cute pair of jeans and a belly shirt. I could smell food cooking and followed the scents to the kitchen. I was starving. Zera was stir frying noodles and vegetables with this savory sauce.
“You're looking alive,” she smiled as I walked in. “So you and Mr. Chevalier must have really hit it off.”
“We did,” I grinned, and told her all about cleaning naked while he watched me and how I had felt like such a desirable woman. “Working for you is already paying off.”
“Excellent,” she smiled. “I hope you get to be as happy as me and Mr. Draven.”
The buzzer rang and Zera went off to let her friend up as I dished out the s
tir fry onto brown race, carrying the plates out to the dining room and setting them down. Then I found a nice bottle of white wine, pouring us each a glass.
“This is Issy,” Zera said, walking into the dining room trailed by a plump, young woman. “Issy, meet Veronica.”
“Hi,” she said, giving me a shy wave. Her face was cute, framed by curly, black hair. She was dressed in a uniform, a green apron about her neck. “This is so nice.”
Zera grinned. “Come and sit. Dinner just finished.”
Veronica nodded, sitting on the table, picking up the fork. “Is this real silver?”
“I know, right?” I giggled. “The table setting alone is worth more than my parent's trailer.”
A smile split Veronica's lips. She was cute. I could definitely see the other billionaires liking her. Maybe Mr. Curtis could turn his attention to her and then I wouldn't be tempted by him.
My stomach roiled and churned, feeling suddenly empty and I took a bite of the savory stir fry.
“Delicious,” Veronica praised. “You are so lucky, Zera. This is all so amazing.”
“It could all be yours,” Zera said, picking at her food. “There are plenty of billionaires that I know that are eager to have their own curvy maid. Issy just signed up and she's all ready in love with a hunky, French man.”
I blushed. “He's wonderful.”
“Oh, but I don't need love. I have Frank.”
“Oh. I thought you two were broken up.”
“We kinda were,” Veronica shrugged. “I guess. But he came back promising to be good. And he's so sweet.”
“Well, you don't need to fall in love to prance around in a maid's outfit and do some cleaning,” Zera smiled. “It's all harmless. Right, Issy.”
“Yeah. You don't have to do anything you wouldn't want to,” I grinned. “But you'll be hard pressed to resist them.”
Zera nodded. “I doubt Frank would mind. I mean, he's a bouncer at a strip club. It's no different. It's not like you have to have sex with them.”
“Right,” I nodded. “Though I couldn't say no to them.”
“I'll think about it,” Veronica promised. “But...I like my life.”
Zera opened her mouth, “But you work—”
“Where do you work at?” I quickly asked. Zera was about to stick her foot in her mouth. I could tell Veronica had her pride.
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