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

by Jordan, Renee

  My heart beat faster as I stared up at him.

  “Then tame me,” I smiled at him. “Make me yours.”

  He arched his eyebrows. “You have to say it.”

  “Make me yours, Master.” I shivered at my words, my heart beating faster.

  He scooped me up in his arms again. He was so strong. His lips were on me, kissing me, possessing me. He carried me out of the condo and into the elevator. We kissed, his lips so strong. I remembered how Zera and her billionaire kissed, how much passion they had shown.

  I had finally been lucky to experience that burning heat.

  His car was waiting to take me to my new life with Mr. Curtis. My billionaire Master. I wanted to be tamed by him.

  And I wanted to prove that to him.

  I reached across him, his expression curious, and dug into the duffel bag that contained his BDSM supplies, rummaging through it. I knew it would be in here. I found the gold chains, pulling them out. My leash.

  His grin grew when he saw it.

  I unlaced my bodice, freeing my heavy breasts. The leash ended with two, short, thin lengths with clips at the end. I attached one to my right nipple ring and the other to my left, then I held my leash out to him, tears filling my eyes.

  “I'm yours, Sir.”

  He took the leash, his hands stroking mine. His dark eyes were so passionate yet gentle. “Yes, you are. I love you, Issy.”

  His lips seized mine. That kiss melted my mind. The car pulled away from the curb as we passionately made out, his hands exploring my ample ass. He found the end of the anal beads. I groaned as he began pulling the beads out, pleasure stirring inside me as each one forced out of my sphincter. My hand found the zipper of his pants, drawing out his hard cock.

  I mounted him.

  “Master!” I groaned as I sank upon his girth. “I...I love you.”

  I did. I think I always had. But I had just let my desires for that asshole confuse me and my fear of submitting fully. But there was such bliss in surrender. There was such joy in opening yourself up fully to the man you loved.

  I rode him hard in the backseat of his car, our lips locked. One of his hands squeezed my burning ass, guiding me on his thick cock while the other tugged on my golden leash, mastering me and loving me.

  His hands were gentle as they stroked my burning rear, cupping my cheeks beneath my short skirt. I worked harder and faster on him, loving every inch of his wonderful girth filling me up. Such delights burned in me. This was making love. Not that rutting I had done with Francois today. I was such an idiot to miss how much Mr. Curtis cared for me.

  And that's why I was his. I wanted to give him everything I had. I wanted to surrender to him fully. There was such joy in it. Zera was so right. He was my Master. I was his curvy maid. I rocked and rolled on him, stirring him around inside me.

  The pleasure swelled, growing to a wonderful, feverish pitch inside me. I didn't care that the driver could hear my gasps. Let him know how much I loved this man. Mr. Curtis sucked at my neck, his lips powerful, marking me with hickeys.

  “Yes, yes, Mr. Curtis,” I gasped. “I love it. I love you, sir! I'm all yours!”

  “My princess maid,” he whispered. “My submissive slut. You're going to be mine forever.”

  “Yes!” I groaned. “Yes, yes, yes!”

  His forever. That sounded so wonderful. All along my body had been trying to get me to realize what I truly wanted. Not Francois and his passive watching, but a strong man that would seize me and take me hard. And now I had him and I wasn't going to lose him. I was going make sure my ebony billionaire held onto my leash forever.

  I cried out as my climax shuddered through me, leaning against his strong chest, gasping for breath. He was still hard in me. He had held off so far. I kissed to his cheeks, sucking on his ears, moaning my love for him as my hips began to move again.

  “You are magnificent” he groaned as the car pulled to a stop, then he pulled me off. “We're home.”

  I smiled. “Yes, Master.”

  My juices running down my thighs, I let him pull me out of the car, tugging on my leashed nipples. I loved the golden chain clutched in his hands connecting us together. I trailed after him, tamed to his will.

  He led me to his bedroom. Our bedroom. He didn't speak as he tied my leash to the headboard. He disrobed, my eyes drinking in his muscles rippling beneath this dark skin. He was so handsome, sculpted to perfection.

  “How can I please you, Master?” I purred, writhing on the bed.

  “By lying still and letting me love you,” he grinned, his dark eyes smoldering with his passion for me.

  I shuddered and nodded as he sat on the bed, his strong hands reaching out and jerking the chain, tugging at my stretched nipples. He laughed, leaning down and tongued my aching nubs, the chain jiggling as he played with them. I squirmed, the pleasure growing inside me.

  Then his lips were kissing down my curvy body, nuzzling and licking me, tasting me everywhere. He moved down my chubby thigh, kissing all the way down to my feet. He kissed my soles through my stockings then slid his cheek up my inner thigh to my sopping sex.

  “Mr. Curtis!” I moaned as his fingers spread me open. Then his tongue dived in, swirling around me. I hadn't had a guy go down on me in months—it was wonderful. “Thank you, sir!”

  “The pleasure is all mine,” he grinned. “You taste delightful.”

  His tongue continued to nuzzle me, stirring me up. I squirmed and sighed, pulling at the chain. The pain was perfect, a light spice to the pleasure he was giving me. Bliss burned through me. I writhed on the bed, my fingers squeezing the sheets. My thighs clenched about his head,the heels of my feet drummed on his broad back.

  My orgasm burst through me.

  He kept nuzzling and licking me.

  He loved me.

  Mr. Curtis loved me.

  Tears rolled down my cheeks. I sobbed for joy.

  “What's wrong?”

  Such tenderness beneath his strength. “I'm just so happy, sir. Thank you for this.”

  He rose up, my hand reaching out to grasp him, to draw him to my aching hole. I was completely open to him, surrendering with joy to my ebony, billionaire Master. He entered me, so thick and full, towering over me. My hands squeezed his iron pecs, then slid down to his rippling abs.

  So strong.

  “I'm yours, sir! You're tamed maid!”

  He reached over me, unhooking my leash and clutched it in his hand, the chain wrapped around his dark fist. He leaned over me, his weight almost crushing me. I loved it. My arms and legs wrapped around him, holding him tight as he made love to me.

  He could be tender, his lips kissing me, loving me. And he could be fierce, his thrust growing harder, our passions swelling together. I gasped and moaned, my fingernails clawing his broad back, giving him a little taste of a pain.

  It spurred him on.

  Then the pleasure crashed down on the both of us. He flooded me as my throbbing pussy convulsed about his girth. Our bodies heaved one last time together, and then we collapsed into sweaty bliss.

  My billionaire held me in his strong arms, still holding my leash. I had found that same love Zera had. I laid my head on his strong chest and let myself drift off to sleep. I couldn't wait to wake up tomorrow to serve and love him.

  END

  Sneak Peak at “Feathery Discipline”

  I stared at my phone again and sighed, slumping down into my chair.

  “Zera, why did you ever think starting your own maid service was a good idea?” I muttered, swiping the screen of my phone as I sat in my tiny, one bedroom apartment. It was practically a broom closet, but all I could afford when I moved to Seattle.

  I had hit the ground running the moment I reached the big city. I had already rented my apartment, bought my website, built it and had my ads already to go. The moment I was unpacked, I was buying ads in the classifieds, spamming social media, and doing everything I could think of to get noticed and get my business off the gr
ound.

  But two weeks in, it looked like my dream was going to be a complete failure. No one had hired my services.

  “Is it my ad?” I wondered, looking at it for the millionth time. “Curvy Maids is a top-notch cleaning service. No job is too big for our eager maids. We live to please, getting our hands dirty and ready to do whatever tasks you need to make your life easier. Cooking, cleaning, laundry, and more! What are you waiting for? Everyone needs a cute, curvy maid to do all the dirty work!”

  A picture of me in a maid's outfit accompanied it. Red hair falling in coppery sheets about my round face. My large, pillowy tits almost spilling out the bodice, and the black fabric hugging my ample curves. I wasn't a slim, pinup girl, but I thought I looked good. Issy always said that guy don't want some stick figure in bed with them when they could have a curvy, beautiful woman.

  “Maybe that's what they want,” I sighed. “Some skinny girl with no ass. Or maybe the photo's too sexy?”

  The phone rang. My heart thumped. “Curvy Maids, this is Alexandra speaking, how may I help you?” I hated using my full name, but Zera just didn't sound professional.

  “Ohmygod, Zera! How's it going?” squealed my friend Izzy. “I'm just dying of boredom out here!”

  “I can't believe that,” I sighed, disappointment souring my stomach. I had really hoped it was a client. Every time the phone rang, an irrational part of me thought it was going to be my first client. If I could just get my foot in the door, I knew I would be set. “Half of Adams County are knocking at your door.”

  “True,” Izzy giggled. “But it's getting boring letting the same, dumb hicks paw at my titties. How's the action in Seattle?”

  “Dead. Still no clients. I've been so depressed, I haven't even gone out. I only got a cucumber in the fridge and my bank account is looking scarily empty.”

  “What are you doing, girl? Go show those big tits and get those city-boys all riled up. Work that curvy body.”

  I flushed. I had never been as comfortable showing off my body. As much as I tried to tell myself that my curves were beautiful, a nagging voice always seemed to disagree. Having Issy take that photo of me in the maid outfit, which was really a Halloween costume, before I had left Adams County had been so embarrassing, and every day without a client was killing my self-esteem bit by bit.

  “You ain't never gonna rustle up some clients unless you get that big, pretty ass out there and work it, girl! You want those rich guys to hire you, then start hitting the bars they hang out in and give 'em a taste of the goods!”

  I giggled, “What, start cleaning the bar? I'm not sure that would work.”

  “Oh, honey, you can be so—”

  “Hold on.” A new call was coming in. “I need to take this. It could be a client.”

  “Kay. Good luck!”

  “Thanks!” My chest grew tight with anticipation as I answered the second call. “Curvy Maids, I'm Alexandra, how may I assist you today?”

  “Alexandra, what a pretty name,” a masculine voice rumbled. “Are you the model on the website?”

  “I am. I'm also the owner.”

  “An entrepreneur that knows she has to work hard to get what she wants.” The man's voice was strong, power humming in his rich baritone.

  “A girl has to be willing to get her hands dirty to get ahead. And I'm willing to do whatever you need, Mr...eh...”

  “Draven.”

  “Well, Mr. Draven, what sort of services do you need?”

  “I need every service. I have a big mess on my hands, and I need a soft, feminine touch to get it all straightened out.”

  This man could do the voice over in commercials, he had that sexy timbre that would make any woman wet in her panties and panting after whatever product he was hawking. I pressed my chubby thighs together, wiggling in my computer seat, trying to put out the fire his voice had sparked.

  “I'll get you straightened out, Mr. Draven.”

  “I bet you will.” Such a sexy, deep voice!

  “I'll work very hard to make sure you are satisfied.”

  He chuckled. “I bet you leave all your men satisfied.”

  Another flush went through me, my fingers sliding down to scratch at my itch, rubbing my aching clitoris through my tight jeans. “I try my best.” I pictured a handsome man, broad-shouldered, chiseled chin, piercing eyes. A Chris Hemsworth. A soft sight escaped my lips. “I've never had any complaints.”

  “Good. Come by tonight at six, and we'll see if you're able to handle my mess.”

  I rubbed harder, pleasure shuddering through me. “Mr. Draven, I'll be more than capable of handling anything you throw at me!”

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