Stripped Love #4 (BBW Alpha Male Romance)

by Taylor, Alycia

  “The only high I need is being with you.” I said with a cheesy grin and Dimitri pulled me into his arms and kissed me hard right on the dance floor, grabbing my ass and pressing against his erection.

  “Good.”

  He ground his hips into me seductively.

  “Because you’re all the high I need too.”

  We spent the next hour out on the dance floor, grinding in perfect rhythm with our sweaty bodies pressed up against as each other. I wasn’t wearing a bra beneath the pink silk dress I had on, and Dimitri kept playfully rubbing my nipples through the fabric whenever he got the chance. In retaliation, I kept rubbing his cock through the slacks of his suit, keeping him just as aroused as he knew he was making me. Every few songs we would take a break from the dance floor and order another round of drinks from the bar and no one ever questioned my fake ID.

  At the end of the night, Dimitri asked me if I was ready for him to take me home. With a drunken smile, I kissed him passionately and said, “No, but I am ready for you to take me to yours.”

  Grinning widely, Dimitri escorted me to the limo waiting outside and we made out like high-schoolers going to their prom in the backseat. Dimitri even stripped off my panties and tossed them out the window.

  “Hey, no littering on the highway, you naughty boy,” I admonished.

  “I guess I just need you to teach me how to be good,” Dimitri said, but the way his eyes were twinkling with sexual excitement let me know he wanted to play like we did that afternoon on his yacht. The idea thrilled and titillated me, and I couldn’t wait to get to his place.

  The limo pulled up in front of his house and we stumbled into the door, laughing and kissing with our hands frantically pawing at each other. As soon as the front door closed, he pushed me up against the wall of his grand entrance hall and slid his had up under the skirt of my dress, where he knew I wasn’t wearing any panties. I let him pleasure me with his fingers for a moment, enjoying the sensation. Then I grabbed a handful of his thick, black wavy hair and yanked on it forcefully.

  “You’ve been a naughty boy lately. Do you want really want me to teach you how to behave?” I asked playfully; my voice was thick and sultry with lust. Dimitri’s grew wide and I could see from the way they sparkled that he was excited by the thought of playing another kinky sex game together.

  He nodded his head vigorously and said, “Yes. Teach me how to please you.”

  “Well for starters, you never want to attack a lady in the doorway. I deserve to be pampered and made to feel comfortable first. Carry me into your living room.”

  Dimitri lifted me into his muscular arms and carried me from the entry hall into his lavish sitting room where he set me gently on the large leather couch and waited for my next instructions. It was fun having such a handsome and powerful movie star for my sex slave and I decided to have some fun with it.

  “Now strip for me, slowly. I want to see you naked.”

  Dimitri had been naked before me many times, but I hoped he felt the scrutiny of my eyes staring at him so intensely that it made him feel self-conscious and a bit embarrassed. His cheeks flushed, his vulnerability only heightened the eroticism of the moment and turned us both on even more.

  When he was fully naked, I walked up to him and kissed him passionately as I stroked and caressed his body sensuously.

  “Good boy,” I praised him, and he moaned softly as pleasure at the feel of my hands stroking him. “Now undress me, but don’t us your hands. Use only your lips and mouth.

  Grinning widely, Dimitri set to the task I had given him, carefully removing my dress by gripping it with his teeth. His lips kissed my tan skin as it became slowly exposed and I delighted in the feel of it, moaning softly as he nuzzled my flesh and suckled my nipples. Because I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties, once he managed to get the dress off my body, we were both completely naked and the heat between us was almost palpable.

  “How may I please you next?” Dimitri asked humbly.

  It was clear that he enjoyed the game as much as I did. I searched the room for a moment, trying to think of a fun idea, and then it came to me. Pointing at his pile of discarded clothes on the floor I said to him, “Give me your necktie and lay on the couch with your hands above your head.

  Obediently, Dimitri did as he’d been told. Then I used the necktie to tie his wrists to the end table placed beside the sofa, binding his hands above his head and making him my captive.

  “Now, my naughty slave, I can do with you as I please,” I taunted him and sauntered from the room, leaving him helpless and alone to ponder what I was going to do to him.

  I walked naked through the house to his vast and state-of-the-art kitchen. Decorated tiles imported from Spain covered the floor, while the cupboards were made of oak, and the countertops were granite. The appliances were all made of stainless steel and completely spotless, as if someone must come in twice and day to polish them to a high shine. I glanced at his freezer and it gave me a delicious idea.

  I sauntered lazily back into the living room with a bowl in one hand and a devilish smile curling the corners of my lips. Smiling wickedly, I plucked an ice cube from the bowl and held it out for Dimitri to see. Then, slowly and deliberately, I rubbed it along the shaft of his rigid hard cock, causing him to hiss in his breath in objection to the freezing burning pain.

  “Is that too cold? Let me warm you up,” I said playfully, and ran my tongue along the length of his shaft, lapping his cold skin with my hot tongue as he moaned with pleasure.

  I repeated the procedure, rubbing the ice over the head of his throbbing cock while he whimpered and then taking it into my mouth and sucking it warm again while he groaned with delirious rapture from the intensity of the pleasure I was giving him.

  “Let this be a lesson to you,” I said, using my best teacher voice. “This is what you get when you’re naughty and this is what you get when you’re good.”

  I rubbed the ice completely over every inch of his cock as a demonstration of what would happen if he were bad, and then took him fully into my mouth, deep throating his cock, as an example of the rewards he would get for good behavior. Then I smiled mischievously and said, “Any questions slave?”

  “Only one; how may I please you, Mistress?” Dimitri asked with gleaming eyes, and the new title he had given me for the sake of our game sent fresh thrills of sexual excitement rushing through me.

  I straddled his face and said, “Lick my pussy, and if you can make me come just with your mouth, I’ll give you a big reward.”

  Dimitri set to work on his task with dedication and passion. His tongue had never felt so magical as he lapped along my labia, and then alternated between flicking my clit and suckling it. He knew exactly how I liked to be touched now and did everything to perfection. Soon, I was writhing over his face, clutching at the couch and moaning with pleasure as I orgasmed loudly. My cries of pleasure echoed off the vaulted ceiling of the room and left no doubt that he had indeed accomplished his goal.

  I released his wrists from the bindings of the necktie, setting him free. Then I rubbed my hands over my body enticingly and said, “For your reward, now it’s your turn to do whatever you want to me.”

  “I think a little role reversal would be fair play,” Dimitri said, holding the necktie suggestively. With my pulse racing with excitement, I willingly lay down on the giant leather couch and held my arms above my head, allowing him to now bind my wrists to the end table.

  “Be gentle,” I pleaded playfully, but in truth I trusted him completely. I would not have agreed to play such an intimate and dangerous game with him if I hadn’t.

  Dimitri took his time wrapping the tie around my wrists, enjoying the seductive nature of the act. Once he had me bound and at his mercy, he took delight in running his hands over every inch of my body, pleasuring me with his lips as he did so. Then, when I was fully aroused, he spread my thighs wide and plunged slowly into my eager folds, sinking himself fully into me with a satisfied groan.
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  I expected him to begin thrusting, but instead he surprised by plucking an ice cube out of the bowl I had brought from the kitchen and rubbing it over my nipples. The burning pain of the freezing ice upon my hot flesh made me gasp with pain, but also with pleasure and I was surprised by just how good it felt. Little had I known that the same nerve pathways that carry pain through the body to the brain are the exact same ones that also carry sexual pleasure; and in moments like these the two sensations can become confused and pain actually becomes pleasure. I gasped and moaned, writhing beneath him, delirious with ecstasy as Dimitri continued to rub my nipples with the ice while fucking me with his hard cock.

  “I’m coming!” I moaned and he dropped the ice and wrapped his arms around my, kissing me passionately while I orgasmed. I could feel him climaxing with me and our bodies spasmed in perfect rhythm with each other, deepening our experience and increasing our pleasure. When at last we had finished and our pulses began to slow, Dimitri untied my wrists, setting me free. I wrapped my arms around him and said, “Thank you.”

  “You didn’t think I would keep your prisoner forever did you?” Dimitri chuckled and kissed my lips tenderly.

  “No, not for that; thank you for everything you did today: for getting the commercial, for standing up for me, for committing to me, for taking me out on an amazing date, and finally for this great sex. Thank you for all of it.”

  “Well it’s the least I could do to say thank you to you.”

  “For what?” I laughed, wondering what he could possibly thank me for.

  “For loving me and allowing me to love you in return,” Dimitri said softly. Then he carried me up to his bedroom and we made love again, softly and intimately until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

  Chapter Four

  The next morning I awoke with a smile on my face, buried in a sea of soft blankets and fluffy pillows. Dimitri’s bed was the most comfortable thing I had ever slept in on, and I didn’t want to leave it. Alas, my grumbling stomach forced me to open my eyes and stretch myself awake.

  I discovered with alarm that Dimitri wasn’t there, and I left the bed to go in search of him. There was a fluffy robe hanging on a hook by the bathroom and I put it on, cinching the belt around my waist and went exploring through the house. The smell of sizzling bacon and the sound of off-key singing drew me to the kitchen where I found Dimitri making breakfast for the two of us while singing to his iPod.

  “Good morning, gorgeous!” Dimitri greeted me with a kiss and I allowed him to pull me into his arms and kiss me.

  “What’s all this?”

  I stared at the mess he was making. There were eggshells and orange rinds all over the beautiful granite countertops, but he looked really proud of himself.

  “Just a little breakfast for the woman I love,” Dimitri said, flipping the omelet in his skillet with a flourish.

  I laughed happily and said, “Well everything looks and smells great.”

  “It sure does!” Dimitri said playfully as he leered at my body. It felt good to have someone I could laugh with and have fun with in morning, who made me feel happy, sexy, and glad to start a new day. Dimitri swept me back into a deep dip and I allowed my robe to fall open, revealing my naked body. He attacked me with kisses, devouring me with hungry lips while I giggled and sighed with pleasure.

  We ended up making love on the kitchen counter while the bacon burned to a crisp. Fortunately he had turned off the heat to his omelet, so we still wound up with a hearty breakfast of eggs and orange slices.

  “I have to go to the studio and work on the movie with Suzanna today,” Dimitri said casually as we finished eating the last bites of our food. He saw the expression on my face turn to stone, and said lovingly, “Don’t worry. I’m going to make it clear to her today that I’m in a committed relationship now and there is nothing between us anymore.”

  “Good, make sure you don’t forget,” I said, still feeling edgy about the idea of him working all day with a hot redhead with whom he’d had sex less than a week ago.

  “I won’t forget; how could I, when I know I have a girlfriend as sexy as you waiting for me when I get home?”

  His compliment appeased me, but not as much as the look of pure love and adoration I saw in his eyes. A man didn’t look at a woman like that if he didn’t really care about her, and I knew that Dimitri was totally devoted to me now.

  “And what time will that be?” I asked him.

  “Well, that’s up to the director; but usually he lets us go in plenty of time for dinner at eight. What do you say; do you want to go out again?”

  “I’d love to, but I have to work at the club tonight,” I said, feeling truly disappointed.

  “You’re still working at the BBW Club?” Dimitri sounded surprised, and I squared off to him with a serious gaze.

  “Of course I am. What did you think that I would quit my job just because I’m your girlfriend now?”

  “No, of course not. I just hoped that hiring you for the commercial campaign for Star would make it so you could take some time off from dancing and focus more on your acting career.”

  “I hope for that too, but the commercial hasn’t even aired yet and getting paid for one acting job doesn’t actually qualify as a career. I’d be a fool to quit the club without even having my next acting job lined up. What if I never get hired by another director again?”

  “You’re right. I’m jumping ahead way too fast. I’m just going to miss you tonight.”

  Dimitri kissed me apologetically.

  “I know; I’m going to miss you too. I’m off in three days. Why don’t we plan on having another sleepover here at your house then?”

  “Perfect.”

  Dimitri grinned, leering at my body again.

  “And what do you plan to do between now and your shift tonight? You’re welcome to stay here or I can drop you off anyplace you want on my way to the studio.”

  “Just take me back to my apartment,” I said with a casual shrug. “I haven’t really had a chance to talk to Shawnee since the commercial shoot and I’m dying to hear about her knew romance and brag to her about mine.”

  “No need; I’m sure she’s already heard,” Dimitri said with a teasing wink I didn’t quite understand. He flicked on the television set above the kitchen counter and said, “We’re front page news already, baby.”

  I gasped in surprise and nearly choked to death on my coffee. There on Entertainment Morning were pictures of me and Dimitri kissing in front of the restaurant and dancing at the club.

  A female reporter in a bad wig was saying, “Inside sources who are close to the star confirm this is the same mysterious beauty he attended the Studio Party with last month. Even though he’s been seen in the company of several other women since, including his costar Savannah Blaze, this is the first time Morrison has been seen on a date with the same woman multiple times. Could this mean Hollywood’s most hard to capture bachelor is off the market? Time will tell.”

  “Oh my God! How did they get those photos of us? I never saw any paparazzi while we were out!” I could hardly believe it. Part of me felt excited to be so famous, but another part of me felt violated and exposed.

  “Half the time you’ll never even know they’re there anymore thanks to their telescopic lenses and high-tech cameras.” Dimitri said and wrapped his arms around me sympathetically. I leaned into his embrace, taking comfort from his calm strength. “I can hire you a bodyguard if you want one to try and help protect you. Once the public finds out we are exclusive, who knows how they’ll react. You might get a lot more attention than you bargained for.”

  “I’ll be all right,” I said, feeling naively confident that my stage name alone would keep me safe. I got up, feeling anxious and ready to go home.

  ***

  Shawnee had never come home to our apartment that day; I’d spent the time cleaning up the place. I washed the dishes left behind by her and her new boyfriend, did a couple of loads of laundry, picked up som
e groceries for the empty fridge, and then spend the rest of the afternoon napping and dreaming of Dimitri. By the time the evening came and I walked to the club for my shift, I was looking forward to getting to socialize with my friends.

  “Hey, Reba!”

  My friend Candy called out my stage name as I was getting ready for my performance in the dressing room. “Nice picture of you in the papers today,” she said with a smirk.

  “Thanks.” I blushed as she waved a picture of me out on the dance floor at Club Chrome with Dimitri’s hand on my ass.

  “Yeah, I didn’t expect to see you slumming here with us when you’ve got a rich man like that waiting for you,” another stripper named Diamond taunted me and I flipped her the finger.

  “Bite me, Diamond. Just because Dimitri took me out on a date doesn’t mean I’m suddenly some snobby bitch. I’ve still got to pay my bills the same as you.”

  “Forget this shit, get him to pay your bills for you,” Diamond said.

  “I’m no prostitute,” I said with quiet rage and glared at her so fiercely that Candy stepped between us to keep me from slapping her.

  “No, but this is the second time you’ve been seen with him in public. The least he could do is offer to be your sugar daddy. If I were you, I’d tell him to start sharing the wealth and if he refused, sell your story to the tabloids. You’d be able to make some really big bucks by giving them the inside scoop on how big his dick is.”

  “You know what Diamond...”

  I leapt up from my chair ready to kick her ass, but Candy and a few of the other girls held me back.

  “Just ignore that stupid bitch,” Candy advised me and I forced myself to unclench my fists. Then Candy arched her eyebrow at me curiously, and whispered, “How big is his dick, anyway?”

  I rolled my eyes. I left the dressing room and grabbed Jay by the sleeve. “Put me on stage next. I’m ready.”

  Nodding, Jay walked onto the stage as the last dancer was strolling away and spoke excitedly into the microphone.

  “That was Luscious Lola. Everybody give her a final round of applause. Now we have a real treat for you. Put your hands together for our own little school girl from the southwest. She’s shy and sweet in the classroom, but a naughty nympho by night. She’s little Miss Reba!”