How to Meet a Billionaire: Part 1 (BBW BDSM Erotica)

by Sasha Livingston

  His hands on mine stopped me from moving.

  “Calm down. I can see you are nervous.” Shit. How is he so calm and reassuring?

  “I’m just...frazzled about this. I thought this was a date, and your messages were just a weird pick-up lines.” I admitted. A weird pickup line that I pondered for a while and was the entire reason I sat in this booth. What will you let me do to you? Was the question he asked me a week ago by way of private message to my profile?

  He clasped hands on mine in the middle of the table making a hand cocoon. Strong long fingers covering my small chunky stubs. With all of this going on I forgot to think about my weight. I wasn’t sure if he thought I looked heavier than my profile picture and if that was okay with him.

  Right now he appeared not to care. But I was still trying to figure out what this was.

  “So what is this exactly?” He shushed me like a crying newborn baby.

  “Maybe you should go home and do some research and then get back to me.” Or maybe just leave him alone altogether but dammit he was so handsome.

  “I was just looking for companionship.” He stood up grabbing his jacket and pulling a card from his pocket.

  “I understand but I need more than that. Do some researching then contact me, and we can go from there.”

  Sliding the card on the table Miranda seemed to show up just in time.

  “Anything else for you guys?” Her devious grin told me all of what she was thinking. Her eyes seemed to wander down to Brian’s crotch which I was desperately trying not to avoid.

  “No thank you. This should suffice for drinks, food, and tip.” I barely saw him hand her the bill before he left out the door.

  “Holy shit Kara.” Miranda sat down occupying Brian’s former seat. “Look”

  She held up the crisp one hundred dollar bill. The drinks and food were probably south of twenty dollars. Maybe any other day I would have been happy about the huge tip but at the moment I was humiliated. This was probably the weirdest thing that ever happened to me. Miranda was hard to be pissed at. Even now at my peak of confusion the innocent school girl in auburn hair sitting across from me seemed aloof to what just happened.

  “What the hell have you gotten me into Miranda?” I fingered the card eyeing the words trying to remember where I had seen this name before. He went by just plain Brian on the website, but this card described him as Brian Johns, CEO of Johns Industries.

  Miranda was confused snatching the card from me, and as she read it her expression went from happiness to jubilation like a winner of the jackpot lottery numbers.

  “HOLY SHIT KARA!” She kept repeating it in different tones even standing up from the booth and jumping up and down causing a scene.

  I had no idea who he was or whom he was supposed to be. More importantly what was this agreement that he wanted. One thing was for sure. Brian Johns had my attention.

  *****

  I thought about him. How regal he seemed as he stepped into The Shack like he didn’t belong yet he tells me about a world I knew nothing about. Then sends me on a quest to make some decision. I should have blown it off, threw away his card, and deleted my profile on the website.

  Instead, I was here in front of my computer studying the meaning of BDSM. It was like a secret cult, a life I knew nothing about. Some agreements include sex, and some don’t. Safe words to whips, chains, corsets, and bondage mittens.

  Now I was thoroughly intrigued. After a quick search online I found out that Brian just wasn’t a regular person. He was in close proximity to royalty, and his net worth was that of a small country.

  The heir to a technology firm that under his tutelage was making billions of dollars a year. That made me hyperventilate. What did a billionaire want with me? The chubby girl with the not so flat stomach, cellulite, and love handles. He wants to fuck you. The woman inside my head informed me.

  That was obvious, but why? He could probably have any woman on several different continents yet today he was in a dive bar with me. I couldn’t understand it.

  Locked in my room, I wasn’t sure of what to think. My sun kissed blonde hair up in a bun sitting high on my head with my fingers typing furiously trying to figure out what this man wanted.

  Reading glasses pushed up on my nose as if I were studying for an intense test. On the contrary, I was studying this BDSM relationship thing that Brian talked about.

  Dressed in a long oversized sweatshirt with my thunder thighs bare and crossed. It was time for me to call Brian; I couldn’t wait any longer to talk about this.

  I called him. His phone ringing for what seemed like an eternity.

  “This is Brian.” His voice boomed through the phone.

  “Hi...umm… It’s Kara.”

  “Yes.”

  “I would like to talk to you in person about my decision.” I heard nothing. As if the line went dead.

  “Hello.”

  “I can have my driver pick you up in an hour.”

  “Pick me up? I can drive…”

  “I would much rather you be picked up,” I guess this was part of his dominant side again. “We can just talk at your place.” Surprisingly knowing that he was worth billions made me feel safe. I rattled off my address, but I couldn’t help myself. I had to push the envelope with him.

  “I’ll allow this, but next time I will do as I please.” I heard a few words under his breath.

  “I told you that mouth will get you into trouble. Be ready in an hour.” With that, he hung up. If nothing else, this would be fun.

  *****

  I scrambled to get ready. There was no relying on Miranda as she was at work on a double shift tonight. I was stuck running around my room grabbing pieces of clothing I thought would be sexy.

  I settled for a pleated black skirt and blue sweater. No need for fancy heels tonight shoes since I wasn’t leaving the house. Black leggings and gold earrings finished my outfit. True to his word, exactly one hour later I heard knocks on the door from Mr. Johns. Opening the door his suit changed to a collared shirt and dark blue jeans. His face still void of a smile, he said nothing as he walked in.

  It was as if it was his apartment, and it no longer belonged to me. He glanced around, his electric eyes traveling over our pictures, the sofa, and television.

  “Nice apartment.” He said before sitting on the couch.

  “Thanks..” I tried to feel out his mood. But his expressionless face left nothing in the way of emotion. He actually looked rather bored, possibly upset. Maybe this was a Dom thing, everyone that I read about was hard, mean, cruel, and most times cold hearted.

  “So...do you have any questions?” He asked and I had a million of them. The little studying I did probably only scratched the surface of this lifestyle. I thought maybe we would talk about something else first, but I guess not.

  “That’s an understatement. I’m just not sure what to say to all this whether I want to say yes because I’m not exactly sure what I’m saying yes to.” He nodded his head in agreement. Having way more experience than me on this subject, I was sure he knew what I meant.

  “Well there are definitely rules to abide by.” That word struck a chord with me. Abide like I was a dog. He was relaxed sitting back in the couch with one leg crossed over the other. As if we were speaking of the weather. He was so nonchalant about this.

  “Will I be your slave?” This was new to me and the knowledge I had could fill one page. I needed to understand what he wanted.

  “No, not at all. It will be great pleasure for the both of us.”

  “How so?” I stood with my hands on my hips. I was calling his bluff as this whole thing seemed to be unraveling. He cleared his throat. I could see he was annoyed with me, my pushing of his buttons was turning his face crimson.

  He stood, as well. Getting close to me, his face a few inches from mine.

  “Why would I explain anything to you?” That wasn’t what I expected. Feeling his breath on my nose. Brian being close enough that I could damn
near hear his heartbeat. I sat down on the couch to get away from him. Being that close to him didn’t seem safe.

  “Well, why did you choose me?” I asked from the couch. He sat down also. Close to me...too close. Shit I wanted to get some distance but he pondered my question.

  “Let me go get you some water while you think.” Standing up from the couch but he grabbed my hand pulling me back next to him. .

  “Because I like girls like you. Feisty, curvy, beautiful, and mouthy.” He touched my lips when he said it. Sending jolts of electricity through my body.

  “Oh yeah, so I’m a conquest. You want to conquer me.”

  “If you let me.” Right now I would let him do anything to me. Videotape it and put it on TV. That’s how hot I was for him, but I couldn’t allow him to know that.

  “You couldn’t conquer me if I gave you a fucking map.” I stood up, glared down at him. I guess that was the mouthy part.

  In the kitchen, I breathed heavy trying to separate myself from him, regain my composure. I felt his hands before I heard him. Turning me around and kissing me, his tongue in my mouth tasting me.

  I grabbed for him, pulled him into me when he pulled away. Turned me around and pushed me to the oven.

  “Grab the handle.”

  “What?” I asked turning around, a look of confusion crossed my face.

  “HANDS ON THE HANDLE NOW!” He yelled. I did as I was told. Grabbing for the handle still unsure until I felt his hands. Pulling up my skirt. I closed my eyes, smiling preparing for him to pull down my stockings until I felt his hand again.

  The first slap to my bottom stunned me, sending shivers of pain through me. The second, as equally hard alerted me that this was, in fact, real. I was clutching the handle of my oven getting my ass smacked by a rich man I met on the internet.

  The third slap sent dew like tears to my eyes, when the pain subsided I felt something weird. Pleasure, a relief pass through my body.

  “I can conquer you whenever the hell I want.” He said to my back. My heavy breathing as if I ran a marathon.

  “I was wrong about you. This can never happen again.” I turned around to plead my case only to see Brian walking out the door.

  “Wait...I’m sorry I…” I called out to him trying to explain. Wiping the now running tears from my face but it he wasn’t listening. The door slammed alerting me that he was for real, and it was too late.

  My Dom was gone.

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