The Scandal : A BBW ALPHA MALE BWWM ROMANCE

by Cassie Verano

  Grabbing the cold porcelain bowl, I vomited into the toilet. I felt Maeve’s presence behind me as she scooped up what was left of my ponytail and pulled it away from my face.

  She remained faithfully by my side as she had done the last week. When I finished, I washed my face and brushed my teeth, and she still stood there.

  Turning around, I reached back to clasp the rim of the pedestal sink in my hands as I faced my best friend.

  “What is it that you want from me, Maeve?”

  “The truth. The truth about why you’re running and why you’re hurting someone that I care so much about?”

  “Dante.”

  “No. You. Why are you taking yourself through this pain needlessly?”

  Sniffling, I thought about who Dante was and all that he said he wanted. I thought about the things he had shared with me about his family and his parents’ protectiveness. Then I thought about how silly I had been trying to run from the pain that Keith created in me by running to a sex club. And I thought about how I’d wanted to lose myself in the pain and pleasure of BDSM as if it would take the hurt away.

  Then I recalled how wonderful it had been getting to know Dante over the last few months and how I’d attempted to bury my pain in him. I thought about how reckless I was the weekend of my birthday, choosing to engage in fantasy to help ward off memories of my past birthdays with Keith rather than practicing safe sex.

  Neither of us was worried about diseases because the club required us to have regular testing and to submit the results of the tests.

  Looking at my friend, I shared the truth.

  “I’m scared, Maeve.”

  “Of what, sweetheart?” she asked, coming to sit beside me on the bed.

  “The fact that the weekend of my birthday I completely forgot about my pill when I decided to spend the night with him. I didn’t think twice about it until I returned home and saw it laying on the counter.”

  “And you never said anything to him?”

  Shaking my head, I murmured, “No. I was ashamed of my lack of responsibility and just prayed that it would all work out in the wash. It didn’t.”

  We sat in silence for a while, and I had no idea what she was thinking, but I knew my heart was hurting, and all I wanted was Dante.

  “You know...I couldn’t imagine his reaction if he found out I was pregnant. The last thing that I want is for him to think that I’m trying to trap him, Maeve. I can take care of a child on my own, but I would want the father involved. I’d prefer to be married, but obviously, I didn’t take care of my responsibilities to make sure that it happened that way.”

  “I don’t think he would think that you’re trapping him, though, Indi.”

  “How could he not? Who goes around forgetting to take a pill and, when they realize it, never saying anything to their partner? I’m afraid he may believe I was deceptive...the same way that Nadine was. Since we’ve been together, he’s shared so much with me about how people attempt to use him because of his wealth and connections. She was one of the people that he didn’t trust, and now I see why. After he’s gone through what he just did, the last thing that he needs is to learn about this. I just don’t think that he would see me the same. And I couldn’t bear him looking at me in any way other than with the adoration I’ve seen in his eyes these last couple of months. It would hurt too much. I’d rather remember him looking at me with the fondness that he always has,” I shared.

  “There wasn’t adoration in his eyes tonight. His eyes were full of disappointment, confusion, anger, and pain. Pain more than anything else was what I saw in my friend’s eyes tonight. And that hurt me because I knew that if we told him the truth, it would remove all the heartache he’s going through. While I understand what you’re saying, it doesn’t sit well with me that we’re hurting him for no reason.”

  “We’re hurting him, Maeve?”

  “Yes, I said we because I sat back and watched it happen and didn’t say a word when I knew the truth. Instead, I lied to him, too. That’s pretty shitty, Indigo.”

  “Please don’t say anything to him,” I said, worrying that she just might share that information with him.

  “I won’t. But you need to. I’m flying out tomorrow, but I’ll be back a few days before Christmas. If you haven’t told him by then, Indi, I’m telling him. I refuse to let him go through the holidays in misery.”

  “You can’t do that, Maeve.”

  “I said what I said,” she said, getting off my bed and walking out of my room.

  I pulled my knees up to my chest when she closed the door firmly behind her.

  What was I going to do?

  CHAPTER 25 – DANTE

  “I haven’t seen you in a while,” Greyson said.

  “Yeah, we thought you were locked down now,” Mitch said, tossing back a shot of whiskey.

  I eyed him and turned my attention back to Greyson.

  “Poor joke, Mitch,” Greyson warned, shaking his head.

  “Hey, I didn’t mean to offend the jailbird,” Mitch sneered, laughing.

  “You’ve got jokes, my friend,” I stated, chuckling along with him.

  Mitch and I hadn’t always gotten along. It took some time and him marrying his wife Blake to assuage the strain between the two of us. Some would say that we were both a bit too cocky. I didn’t think so; I thought Mitch was immature. But his brother Greyson and Grant and I were good friends.

  “So, what brings the two of you to North Carolina and especially Sunset Harbor?” I asked, setting my glass on the table as a waitress clad in nothing but a sparkly thong with a feathered headdress on her head refreshed my drinks. We had just finished dinner.

  Reaching out a finger, I flicked the rose gold tassels hanging from her nipples. Licking her lips, she smiled and winked at me, tossing her head in the direction of the elevators that led to rooms.

  I shook my head before looking at my friends.

  We met at Prestige for dinner and drinks after they announced they were in town. They were also members of the club but usually frequented the location in Atlanta and L.A., where they lived.

  “New hotel that we’re opening. There’s no better place to open another Greyson Manor than right here on the beautiful coastal shores of North Carolina. I purchased property here not too long ago, and we’re about to start the building process. I have to meet with some vendors, and things will be hectic pretty soon for quite a while,” Greyson said.

  “And he’s a part of this venture with you,” I asked, pointing my brandy snifter at Mitch.

  “Yep!” Mitch said, settling further into his seat. “I’m now responsible for all security operations for Grey.”

  “What happened? Did your father finally get tired of your shenanigans and fire you?” I asked, laughing.

  Old man Victor Black had softened greatly in his more senior years from what I had heard, but I couldn’t imagine he would take any foolishness when it came to his hotels and resorts. He’d made his billions taking shit off no one but shoveling a lot of it.

  “Not quite. I’m still head of security operations there, too, but Greyson called me on board to work with him, as well.”

  “How’s the little lady handling that?” I asked.

  “My wife? Blake supports me in everything that I do, so I can’t complain,” he said.

  “Why Sunset Harbor?” I asked, turning my attention back to Greyson.

  “Why not? The beautiful beaches, coastal shores, small-town Southern charm, five-star world-class restaurants, small boutiques that offer unique shopping experiences, museums, aquarium, and all the other amenities this town has to offer. You know I don’t go after big cities with my hotels, I leave that for Dad. I keep my eye on the smaller cities.”

  “We’d love to have you here, Greyson. And of course, if there is anything that I can do...”

  Laughing, Greyson said, “That’s one of the things I did want to discuss with you. Of course, you know that I want to work with you as my exclusive wine ve
ndor. I want my grapes harvested at Casa di Rosso and my wine to come directly from Casa di Bianchi.”

  “There is no problem with that. We just need to make sure that the two are varied enough that Greyson Manor is not in direct competition with Casa di Bianchi Winery and Resort.”

  “Impossible, two different guest experiences. Yours focuses on the Italian experience right here in the south with tours of your winery and a relaxing, romantic experience. Whereas yours is the perfect getaway for couples and honeymoons, my hotel is family-friendly and a spot for people who are just getting away for a vacation.”

  I glanced at my watch before looking back up at them.

  “Gentlemen, it’s a little after eight, and I have another appointment. Let’s schedule some more time to concoct a plan. I’m sure that I will see more of you both soonsoon. We can work out something then,” I said as I stood and shook hands with them.

  “We look forward to it,” they said.

  I made my way through the crowded restaurant of Prestige and into the club atmosphere. This early in the evening, it was already getting crowded as people were celebrating the upcoming Christmas holiday.

  I could care less about the holidays. I still couldn’t believe I hadn’t seen Indigo since just before Thanksgiving. Now here we were, the week of Christmas, and I would once again be alone.

  Pain struck in my heart as I thought about the plans we’d been discussing to spend the holiday together.

  Nodding to a few constituents, I headed for the bank of elevators that would take me to the room that I reserved for the night. Within minutes, I had changed from my suit to the leather open-ass underwear that was a part of my costume tonight.

  I headed into the bedroom and kneeled at the chair at the foot of the bed. Picking up the mask that rested on the seat of the chair, I secured it in place, blinding myself to everything in the room.

  Relying on my hearing and scent would be the only senses allowed. I reached out and clasped the rails of the chair as I’d been instructed in the invite. I waited.

  I lost track of time and wasn’t sure if I was there for five minutes or twenty. The scent of ginger and vanilla came to me before any sound did.

  Inhaling deeply, I couldn’t help but wonder what this experience would entail. Within minutes I heard the sound of heels clicking on the wooden floor as she made her way into the room with me. There was a pause as chills of anticipation ran over my arms and down my back.

  I could only imagine that she was looking over her arsenal laid out on the bed, trying to determine the one that she would use. I didn’t have to wait long as I felt the cold steel of the handcuffs latch around my wrists and heard them clang shut.

  A warm dose of ginger and vanilla tickled my nose, and I found myself wanting to bury my nose in that scent as she moved away again.

  I tried to recall what I had seen lying on the bed and remembered that there were a flogger, paddle, whips, nipple clamps, and a few other toys. The room was outfitted with a sex swing, and I wasn’t sure if that would be put into play or not, but all of the rooms here didn’t have one.

  Warm hands caressed my testicles as I felt the long nails stroking the underside of them. I breathed in deeply, inhaling her scent while preparing myself for whatever my seductress had planned for the evening.

  I received the invitation through the app, and the requestor’s name was Italian Lover.

  Just as I was relaxing underneath the Italian Lover’s gentle caresses and stroking of my balls, I felt something cool wrap around them. And then I heard the clicking and knew she had just applied a ball stretcher. Next, I felt the pinch of clamps being attached to my nipples. The pinch and tug deliciously sweet.

  I waited as I heard some rustling, which I could not identify. Then I could hear her moving around behind me. She slipped something around my neck and then pried my lips open with her hands. The bland taste of plastic pressed against my tongue as she pushed the round ball gently inside and began to tighten the strings to ensure that I couldn’t speak.

  This session was very interesting, and just the realization alone had my arousal hardening against my thigh. Before I could determine what she was doing next, I felt a stinging sensation on my exposed ass cheeks.

  I wasn’t sure which was more excruciating, the sound of the paddle whacking against my flesh or the actual feel of the wood against my ass. My Domme wasn’t going easy on me at all. She started the session with vigor and force, so I knew it would only escalate from here.

  As I suspected, every hit on my ass grew harder and harder. The aggression she used on my ass made me know it would be quite some time before I could sit properly again. There were sure to be bruises, red welts, and the outline of the paddle left on my skin when this was over.

  Rather than buckling under the pressure, I steeled my shoulders and back against the pain, allowing it to flow through my body.

  My erection, still stiff, seemed to grow harder with every hit. Within moments the force of the paddle was replaced by a hot, wet tongue licking over my ass, soothing, stinging the swollen flesh there.

  The soft sensation of her nails raked across my back as her lips nuzzled my ear as I waited for what I had to endure next. Releasing my hands from the cuffs, she reached underneath my arms and helped pull me to my feet.

  I staggered slightly at the loss of coordination, but she moved a hand in place to steady my movements, slowly guiding me and turning me around. A gentle push forced me onto my ass into the chair, my scream of discomfort and pain muffled by the ball in my mouth.

  After several moments I could hear her dragging something into place. She pulled my legs apart, cuffing one leg to something warm and hard and then cuffing the other leg to something cool and just as hard as the first.

  Then, the squeezing of my testicles began, and just as forceful as she was with the paddle, so was she with the ball stretcher. There was no gentle easing into it, but extreme pain right off the bat, forceful enough to bring tears to my eyes, and a flash of heat ran through my body just as a wave of nausea took over.

  My erection went limp, no longer fascinated by the level of pain being inflicted upon me.

  I soon realized that I was being punished for something, and what that was I couldn’t conceive.. I ran through my mind a list of infractions I had committed and wasn’t sure which one deserved this level of pain.

  The lashes to my dick were soft, causing me to relax just a little. She removed the ball stretcher and replaced it with the warm moisture of her mouth. Sliding down into the chair as comfortably as I could, I relaxed underneath the feeling of her mouth sucking on my dick.

  This woman was a beast on my dick, sucking me like she would never taste another cock in her life. And before I knew it, I was shooting my seed down her throat.

  The next thing she did was release my ball gag and handcuffs. Gently she removed the nipple clamps. Reaching up to remove my blindfold, her hands rested on mine, stopping me.

  With careful precision and holding onto the chair for balance, I lowered to my knees. I smelled her scent, strong and redolent, the suggestiveness of the eroticism coming off her in waves, letting me know that she wanted me.

  Feeling the warmth off her body, I knew she stood in front of me.

  I bowed my head and folded my hands together and said, “Mi sei mancata, mia Regina.”I bowed my head and folded my hands together, and said, “Mi sei mancata, mia Regina.”

  Arms wrapped around me, holding onto me, and then I felt the tears pouring down my back. Only then could I remove the eye mask and look at my beautiful queen kneeling in front of me in her fishnet body stocking and thigh-high boots.

  No matter what had gone wrong, I promised that I would work hard to make it right. I didn’t want to envision my future without her in it.

  CHAPTER 26 – INDIGO

  Maeve was making good on her promise to snitch to Dante about the baby. She’d called me three days before she returned to town and asked if I had said anything. When I conf
irmed that I had not reached out to him, she screenshotted a text message that she’d sent him and sent it to me.

  She had made plans to meet up with him on Christmas Eve, stating she had something urgent to discuss with him. While I was pissed that she would do that to me, I knew that he needed to know. And I had placed my best friend in a compromising situation by asking her to lie to her good friend on my behalf.

  When I’d shared my predicament with my parents, they were torn. Excited to be getting the grandchild they’d wanted for so long, they were both upset with me, too. My mother felt it was unfair that I hadn’t shared it with him, and when she learned who it was, she was understandably impressed but stated she wished I’d waited until we were married.

  My father upheld her sentiment but also added as a man; he would be very angry with any woman who held such crucial information back from him. Once he was certain that I was keeping my baby, he’d called my decision selfish and unfair.

  I took another day to think long and hard about it, and I knew that everyone was right, and I was wrong. No matter if he was upset with me or not, and if he never wanted to have anything else to do with me, he still deserved to know about his baby.

  And it was with that in mind that I had Maeve to schedule a meeting with him via the app using a new profile that she created on my behalf since I wasn’t a member of Prestige.

  I was angry when he accepted and even more upset when he showed up wearing what I requested. It didn’t matter that I had pushed him out of my life and told him that I no longer wanted him; it was difficult to believe that he had gone on with life without me.

  It was difficult to imagine him gaining pleasure at anyone else’s hand except for mine. Jealous, hurt, and guilt filled my insides. I could not blame that man for wanting to live his life, but it didn’t make it any easier.

  I’d broken every rule, taking my emotions out on him and never even giving him the ability to use a safe word or something he could hold and drop to get my attention if the pain were too intense.