The Scandal : A BBW ALPHA MALE BWWM ROMANCE

by Cassie Verano

  It was another beautifully romantic Italian tradition, one which my mom thought was sweet.

  My husband held me in his arms as he twirled me around the floor to Aerosmith’s I Don’t Want To Miss A Thing. The more we moved on the floor, the more entangled we became until the guests no longer held streamers in their hands.

  When Dante twirled me around again, and we faced the crowd, my beautiful wide-eyed baby turned her eyes toward her father and me; with one arm outstretched towards us and suckling her other finger, she whimpered slightly.

  “Dante, she has to get used to your family.”

  Kissing my nose and then my lips, he said, “I was thinking—”

  “No, sweetheart, she is not going on the honeymoon with us,” I said, casting a firm look his way.

  “Well, if we pay for our parents to come along, then perhaps they can watch her?” he asked, giving me an innocent look while shrugging his shoulders.

  “Dante,” I said in a warning tone.

  “We’ll be in a private villa in Santorini.”

  “Yes, but I’m sure they’ll still hear us. I want to make as much noise as I would like,” I teased.

  “I can rent out the next villa for them to stay in. That way, we can go down and visit them if we’d like over the two-week honeymoon. What do you think, la mia regina nera?”

  I blushed every time he called me his black queen. Despite my dark coloring, he could tell how I glanced away from him; that was exactly what I was doing.

  Chuckling in a low throaty manner, he kissed the side of my neck. “What do you say?”

  “Can I still scream as loud as I’d like?”

  “Baby, I promise you that you won’t have any choice but to scream when I’m done with you.”

  “Oh? Am I being punished for something?”

  “Only for taking so long to marry me finally. I’ve packed a lot of toys to torture you and to make sure that you know every part of your body belongs to me. From these beautiful exotic tilted eyes of yours to that full mouth to these gorgeous breasts, to your sweet pussy and thick ass, down to the tips of your toes. I plan to consume every part of your body.”

  “Mm, I think I like the sound of that, Dante.”

  “Trust me; I’m going to like the sound of your screams, mia Regina.”

  “Well, tonight we’re staying here in Sicily, so you won’t be able to make me scream.”

  Laughing, his eyes twinkled. “That’s what you think. I’ve got you the perfect candy-flavored ball gag to stuff in your mouth while I stuff your holes with this meat.”

  Tossing my head back, I laughed, so thankful for this beautiful, dark, exotic man that I’d married. A man who wasn’t scared to take a walk on the wild side and who knew what he wanted, going after it with all the gusto he could drum up.

  The last two years had been a challenge as I’d remained by his side during Nadine’s trial, and he’d been by mine through the drama that unfolded at the news station. Lana had a major meltdown just before going on air one day.

  Crying and sobbing, she’d begun to lambast me for causing Keith to break up with her. I had no idea that it happened, and it wasn’t until much later that I learned he’d cheated on her and left her for another woman. Then there was a DNA test that proved Lana’s baby wasn’t his after all.

  She’d been carried off the news floor that day kicking and screaming and had subsequently lost her job. Keith was still whoring around the last that I’d heard. And Nadine, well, Nadine was serving five to seven in maximum security for the role that she played in the illegal arms scandal.

  While neither Dante nor I wished any harm to those who’d attacked us first, it still did not bring us joy to see these people catch hell the way that they had. At some point in our lives, they had meant something to us, and it was hard to ignore that fact.

  Yet, we did not allow it to stop our progress in moving forward with our lives. And although I had accepted his marriage proposal, I had slowed him down, telling him that I thought we were still moving too fast.

  He had accepted my suggestion of an extended engagement, and we’d agreed that we would marry a year and a half after the birth of our daughter. That gave us plenty of time to plan the wedding, time for my heart to heal truly, and learn to trust again. Not just him, but myself.

  I had finally resigned from my job at the news station in my eighth month of pregnancy and remained home the last month of pregnancy. It wasn’t until after Carmella was born that I agreed to move in with Dante, which ultimately led to me accepting the role of Communications Director for his company when our daughter turned six months.

  And while it was nice to earn a salary of my own and love the job that I did, I loved even more that I could work from home and have my baby at my side.

  Dante was still a member of Privilege and Prestige. Although the billionaire’s club offered BDSM, there were plenty of other privileges that a membership afforded, as well. He’d also purchased a membership for me there. We partook of the bar, restaurant, and spa services.

  But his sexual fantasies? Those were fulfilled in our bedroom between us. Alternating between Sub and Domme, I ascribed to whatever character or role he needed me to fill. Willingly!

  “Hey, what are you thinking about?” he asked, tilting my head up as our song drew near the end.

  “Forever.”

  A smile turned his lips up, and he caressed my face.

  “Dante, you are my forever.”

  “Per sempre tuo,” he said to me, sealing it with a kiss.

  Nothing had ever sounded so sweet as his promise that he was forever mine.

  ITALIAN TRANSLATION

  Ciao Bella – Hello Beautiful

  Smettila – Stop It

  Calmati – Calm Down

  Piccola Cagna – Little Bitch

  Tua Piccola Puttana – Your little whore

  Vaffanculo – Fuck

  Alzati Qui – Get up here

  Sì – Yes

  Pure – Too

  Non fottere con me – Don’t fuck with me

  Portala fuori di qui – Get her out of here

  Tesoro – darling/treasure

  Cincin – Cheers

  Mio Cara – My dear

  Amore mio – My love

  Bella – Beautiful

  Mia Regina – My Queen

  Siete Pronti – Are you ready

  Mio dolce cara – My sweet darling

  Questo è solo l’inizio – This is just the beginning

  Merda – Shit

  La mia regina nera – My black queen

  Bambina – Baby

  Cuore mio – My heart

  Mi sei mancata – I missed you

  Per sempre tuo – Forever yours

  Fermare – Stop

  SNEAK PEEK AT THE ARRANGEMENT

  “Mr. Chambers, the Dragons had a winning season last year until we reached the championship, and everything seemed to fall apart in the final game. Just when we thought Durham would be bringing home the trophy, the Seattle Strikes dominated the last quarter. Are you predicting a winning season again this year, and if so, what plans does the team have in place to ensure we bring home the championship?” Nancy Yarborough of WSKH-6 asked.

  Looking beyond her into the crowd, I watched as my players and coaches worked the crowd.

  “Uh, we’ve made some important staffing changes, recruited Ahsan Morton, who took the Atlanta Thundercats to the playoffs two years straight and won both. He’s looking for another championship ring, and I know he and Omari Johnson will make a strong leadership to get our team what we’re looking for. Obviously, there will be some adjustments to our strategy this year that we didn’t implement last year to address gaps in our defense. But I’m not going to divulge those secrets,” I chuckled, running my hand through my hair.

  “The Durham Dragons puts on this fall festival annually for the community of Sunset Harbor. Can you tell us what led to this decision?”

  Even as I formulated my response
, my eyes were already scanning the crowd. I had seen a lovely and charming creature move through the crowd, but I’d lost her as quickly as I’d found her.

  Perhaps it was my eyes playing tricks on me. She hadn’t returned since she’d left a decade prior. But why now? Why, after all this time, would I imagine seeing her?

  “Mr. Chambers?” Nancy repeated, bringing my attention back to her question.

  “Growing up here as a youth, there was always an annual fall festival each year until Mr. Jack Knox passed away during my senior year of high school. I always wanted to find a way to bring the festival back, so when I found the first opportunity, that’s what I did. It’s something that’s been near and dear to my heart since I was a kid, and I wanted to make sure that all the children of Summer Cove received the same experience that I did as a kid,” I shared, smiling at the camera as my eyes wandered off again.

  My thoughts returned to the woman I thought I’d seen. The beautiful young girl I’d once known had changed. Was she still foolishly considering that promise? Surely not after all this time.

  But why else would she be back here?

  “Well, I think it would be safe to say that you’ve far surpassed that goal, Mr. Chambers. The festival we see today has so much more to offer than the fairs I recall as a girl,” Nancy replied with a twinkle in her eyes.

  I gave a brief nod, refusing to state the obvious. Mr. Jack Knox had been a small business owner in our town, but he’d worked hard with other business owners to put on the fair every year. He didn’t have the billions of dollars that I was working with to make that happen.

  The money I’d earned from selling my small satellite broadcasting company and investing in a software startup allowed me to purchase my own NBA team. With my wealth, connections, and resources, it was easy for me to put on a festival on a grander scale than the ones we’d known.

  I worked hard to go in the complete opposite direction of the example that my selfish, greedy parents set for me. We were rich, there was no way around it, but that was no justification for being selfish bastards. I enjoyed my wealth, but I also invested back in the town that was a part of my existence, heart, and soul.

  “Well, Mr. Chambers, thank you for taking the time to speak with us. I know that you’re also hosting a dinner for the local business owners later tonight, so we’ll see you there,” Nancy said, wrapping up the brief interview.

  Nodding my head, I smiled in the camera, said, “Thanks,” and stuffed my hands into my pockets as I quickly moved through the crowd, my eyes scouring every face but coming up empty.

  As I moved towards the parking lot across the street from the festival, my thoughts turned towards Prestige. I needed to blow off some steam this afternoon, and that’s exactly where I would be heading before the dinner.

  If I were selfish in any way and allowed my wealth to benefit me personally, it would have to be related to the club. My healthy sexual appetite was whet by the activities that I participated in there. Prestige served its members' proclivities in various forms to ensure the healthy price tag we paid annually.

  Whether your penchant was for drinking, gambling, partying, sex, kinky sex, or just a voyeur of all that took place at the club, Prestige served your purpose. I’d been a card-carrying member since the age of eighteen.

  My father and uncle Preston took me there to celebrate my eighteenth birthday before I’d gone out with my friends. That wasn’t where my fetishes started, but the club satisfied my desire.

  Even when I’d gone away to college at NYU, I would stop at the club when I’d return home during breaks before I stopped at my parents’ home. And more often than not, when I couldn’t be found during those breaks, that’s where I was.

  Tonight, I was thinking about going a different route. Spotting her the way that I had reawakened in me a new desire. One that I thought I quenched a long time ago.

  Yet, I knew it would be difficult to ignore that burning ache in my cock tonight. I had to do something to appease my flesh. And with that in mind, I easily pushed my Audi RS7 to one-hundred-twenty miles on the back road as I made my way through the winding road up to the top of the mountain where the club was located.

  A smile lit my face as I thought about what could potentially await me. All of my fantasies would be fulfilled within twenty minutes. There were other members I usually interacted with, and the list was short, no more than three or four.

  This afternoon that would be changing; I was going to switch things up and move away from my normal selection of blondes, red-heads, and brunettes and see if I could pair up with a more exotic member.

  ****

  I was surprised by my selection. Of course, I had seen both women around here before, but I had no idea they were interested in this part of the club. Then again, you seldom knew who was here for what unless you spotted them on the main level in the clubs, bars, or restaurants.

  This part of Prestige was so exclusive that you rarely saw anyone except the person you were meeting up with. After I’d arrived at the club and signed in on the computer, I input my code, pulled up a few different profiles that matched what I was searching for, and requested a meeting.

  The response came back on the app on my cellphone within five minutes. After the room was reserved, I had a drink and made my way up there ten minutes after finishing it, not wanting to look desperate.

  My hands gripped a handful of dark, curly hair that I suspected was a weave. I knew who she was outside of the club, and I’d seen her wear her hair in various styles, short to long on any given day. Today, it fell in waves down to the middle of her back.

  Exotic, tilted warm brown eyes looked up at me as her head bobbed up and down my length. Her caramel-colored skin flushed a darker hue of red as she went all the way down, her long nails raking the underside of my balls.

  Tawny was the name she went by in this club, but I knew that wasn’t her name; it didn’t matter, though, because we would never speak of this moment beyond these walls. With her other hand, she squeezed her tiny breast, the walnut-colored nipple peeking between her fingers.

  I groaned as she slid back to the tip of my cock, spit clinging to my shaft. Closing my eyes, I basked in the feeling that she drew from me. She was good with her mouth, better than I’d had in a while, I’d dare say.

  Another moan caused my eyes to open again, and I looked over at the bed positioned directly across from the chair I occupied.

  Cherish.

  Waving a finger at her, I beckoned her from the place I’d relegated her to on the bed. She was slimmer than Tawny but no less beautiful. Whereas Tawny was slim up top and blossomed out at her hips, ass, and thighs, Cherish was thick and petite. She had large, bountiful breasts, and although her hips, thighs, and ass were not as wide as Tawny’s, they were no less voluptuous.

  Cherish’s dark sepia color was so gorgeous and foreign to me. She wore her hair braided into a bun on the top of her head with several braids hanging in the back down to her ass. Little gold jewels decorated the braids in her bun.

  Full maroon-colored lips puckered up at me in the sweetest smile when I pointed at Tawny.

  Cherish was a famous tennis player. Her membership at the club would be more shocking than Tawny’s. Her good-girl image in the world caused her to be hailed as an idol, and someone who women aspired to become.

  Tawny, on the other hand, owned a famous lingerie and sex toy brand, Toya’s Temptations, which prided itself on being naughty. Her company had stores across the country, and she had a major online presence.

  Cherish was a brand ambassador for a few sports brands that were known for their virtues and family branding, as well as some nonprofits that were family-oriented. Everything that was associated with her was about values and morals.

  It would be hard for anyone to see her down on her knees the way she was now licking at Tawny’s slit as if it were the last lollipop she would ever get. Just the sight of these two beautiful goddesses was driving me crazy.

  Neither
woman was a resident of Sunset Harbor but traveled here because they were members of the club. Cherish lived out on Cormorant Island halfway between Summer Cove and Sunset Harbor. Tawny was a resident of Durham, which was how I knew her. I split my time between there and Sunset Harbor.

  I’d always had a thing for threesomes, but I’d never been with black women before. At least not here. Not at Prestige.

  I’d purposely stayed away from anyone who resembled her through the years. Running from my demons, seeking desperately to wash thoughts of her out of my head. But I’d only created new demons trying to outrun the old ones.

  Seeing her again...or the person I thought was her had driven me back to the club, into my current status.

  Just the thought of her made my cock harder, causing Tawny to choke and pull back. I released her hair and pushed her back slightly.

  Tawny held onto the arms of the chair I sat in, gyrating her hips as Cherish worked her tongue on Tawny, whose mouth was wide open in pleasure, her eyes heavily lidded.

  “Ladies, join me in the bed,” I suggested, waiting for Cherish to stop.

  She didn’t look like she wanted to let up, but when she finally did, she licked her lips and leaned in to kiss Tawny, making me wonder if the two had ever been together before.

  Walking to the bed, I lay down and gestured for Tawny to get on top. Spreading those thick thighs around either side of me, she slid down my pole, causing me to groan as I held onto her waist.

  “Stay still,” I commanded.

  “I can’t,” she moaned, rubbing her hands across one of her breasts while Cherish sucked on the other one.

  I squeezed her hip tightly, forcing her to remain still.

  “Cherish, come here,” I ordered.

  Tawny’s breast plopped out of her mouth, and she slowly made her way up to me on the bed. When she lowered her head to kiss me, I turned my head the other way.

  I didn’t believe in kissing. Kissing was too intimate, an idea reserved for people who truly cared about each other. Women seemed to catch feelings when a man kissed them, and I never wanted to give anyone the wrong idea. It was all just sex to me and nothing more. A way to bust my load and keep moving.