Perilous Curves Collection (BBW Romance)

by Christa Wick

  He fisted the fabric so that it divided my lower lips then nosed along the gusset to nip and lick at the exposed flesh. "So sexy, little dove, all this honey waiting for my tongue."

  Shocked by the sensual kiss and my body's reaction, I gasped and cried out. "Don't. Please."

  He pulled back, another warning in his gaze as his fingers trailed down my thighs. Locating the discarded stocking, he tied my right foot to the frame so that my legs were spread wide. My body secured top and bottom, he prowled back up the bed on his hands and knees. He rolled, landing on his side next to me, and gently raked his nails from my knee up to my pussy. His touched lingered there to lightly probe before resuming the journey over my panties and stomach in a line wet with my juices. Reaching my mouth, he smeared the last of my cream against my lips.

  "Listen to me." He grabbed an edge of the crimson sash and brushed it against my cheek. "This, little dove, is red."

  His hand moved back down to my black panties, hooking the waistband and pulling them tighter against my slit. "But these, blanca, are white."

  I scowled at him, not understanding his game.

  He stroked the sash. "Red, little dove."

  He lifted the band of my panties. "White, blanca."

  Someone knocked at the door. Drawing a scowl from Dino, the knock repeated.

  "Espera!" He closed his eyes for a second, then opened them, his gaze drilling into mine.

  I started crying again and he kissed one tear before cupping my face. His gaze softening, he stroked my cheekbones. "Say yes, Garnet."

  My breathing hitched then caught a second time as I bordered on the edge of hyperventilating. I speak.

  "Give me a nod, baby."

  God help me -- I nodded.

  Dino nodded back, something like gratitude shining in his green eyes.

  He crossed the room and opened the door. On the other side stood a rail thin male barely out of high school by my guess. More boy than man, he whispered something in Dino’s ear, his eyes on my spread legs the entire time. The boy licked his lips, the nervous top then bottom pattern repeating itself until Dino finally nodded.

  When Dino came back to the bed, the boy moved a little more into the room and propped his lanky frame against the closed door.

  Dino resumed his position next to me. "Manny is going to watch me train you."

  "No." Whispering, I shook my head, my eyes pleading with him not to do anything or let the boy watch. I knew I had given my consent just seconds before, but I didn't know why. I couldn't really trust Dino. Hell, I couldn't trust myself. My body betrayed me with every look or stroke he offered. I didn’t need a witness to how complete my capitulation to his touch would be. "Please…"

  Reprimanding me, Dino flicked a finger sharply against my mound. "Manny is Feo’s cousin and Feo’s my friend, blanca."

  Tugging at the fabric of my underwear, he arched a brow at me and I realized at last that he expected me to believe anything he punctuated with little dove and disbelieve anything with blanca.

  I closed my eyes, knowing I had no reason to believe anything he said. He lived in a house with drug dealers. If he hadn’t killed the man at the apartment, he shared a home with the killer. My mind rebelled at trusting him, even as my body ached to believe.

  Opening my eyes, I glared at him.

  Laughing, Manny danced closer. "Bitch is pissed."

  Smiling coldly, Dino pointed at Manny and then at the wall near the foot of the bed. "Stand there, pendejo."

  His warm hand resting lightly on my stomach, Dino licked the edge of my ear, his voice a low murmur. "This is what it takes, little dove. My touching you, fucking you. I won't lie – I'm going to enjoy making you come."

  His hand moved up to the front clasp of my bra. An efficient pinch of his thumb and finger opened it. He brushed the cups away and stared down at my breasts before wrapping a big hand along the side of each.

  "Buenisima." He sucked the nipple closest to him into his mouth, his fingers teasing my other breast. He nipped, pinched, tugged and rolled, darkening both nipples from their usual strawberry pink.

  Holding the tip of one between his teeth, Dino looked up at my face. The skin of my breast and nipple stretched, just a hint of pain quickly subsumed by my reluctant arousal. He released it then took another slow licking suck of my flesh into his mouth while he stared across at the other hardened peak and thumbed it.

  "So smooth, baby." His hand traveled down to my panties, lifting the edge of the top band to expose the dark sable of my pubic hair. "Seeing you like this makes me hungry."

  He looked up to my face, his gaze so wicked and sly it quickly stoked my arousal to a blazing bonfire unlike any I’d ever experienced. "You got something I can eat, baby?"

  I shook my head, my denial exaggerated and desperate. I already hovered at the edge of orgasm. Just looking at him triggered hard contractions throughout my cunt as I drank in his dilated pupils, the flared nostrils and his generous lips swollen from sucking at my nipple. I’d come if he placed his lips against me.

  "But you do, baby." His fingers slipped under the fabric of my underwear to stroke between my legs. "So much sweet, juicy nectar that you need to share."

  My breathing grew erratic, my blink rate far exceeding my pulse as I tried not to lift and press against his fingers.

  "Blanca, I’m just going to take a little taste."

  Blanca…not a little taste, then, but a feasting upon my plump mound and swollen labia. I shook my head, my pussy bearing down on nothing as my hips pushed up.

  "Just a little." Smiling, he slid down, his big frame hunkering between my spread and bound legs.

  Leaving my panties on, he pulled the gusset towards him. One finger spreading my juices while the others held the fabric, he jerked his head at Manny. "See, she can’t help herself. Her pussy’s so swollen and wet, the muscles jumping and gripping when there’s nothing in her -- yet."

  Manny nodded like a solemn student, a feeble attempt at an erection poking the front panel of his jeans. "Even though she knows you’re using her, lying to her…"

  Smiling, Dino lifted a brow at his protégé. "Am I lying to her or am I lying to you?"

  Manny grinned then his brow furrowed. "Hey, Dino, man, you’re not lying to me, right?"

  Dino swiveled his head until he was looking at my face. His gaze holding mine, he probed the edges of my cunt with one thick finger. "I’m lying to blanca."

  Dino dipped his head, blocking Manny’s view as his lips made direct contact with my throbbing clit. I managed a single whimper of denial before my hips took over, their lifts and darts shadowing the path of his tongue. Dino slid one hand under my ass, kneading the thick flesh as his mouth sucked and kissed and licked.

  His palm supported me as I strained higher, the flat of his thumb resting against the opening of my sheath. My flesh sucked at it, wanting him in me, my body tied to the bed unable and unwilling to deny him. I wanted that hard bulge I’d felt and seen fully embedded in my wet sheath, fucking me, fucking, fucking--

  My hips bucked, stars exploding across my vision as I realized the strangled moans of release filling the room were my own. I twitched and jerked, the pulsing of my cunt pushing more of my cream out to coat Dino's face and tongue with my climax. He licked, slurped, wringing another climax from me before he surged up the mattress. His tongue slicing past my lips, he massaged my tender labia and the small nodule of my clit as he kissed me.

  Groaning, Dino buried his face at the crook of my shoulder. Bruising kisses dotted my throat. His breathing became ragged, his squeezing rougher. When he lifted his head at last to gaze into my eyes, his skin was flushed, a light sheen of perspiration glazing his forehead.

  He kissed me chastely on the mouth. "Thank you, little dove."

  A soft moan from Manny reminded me that we were not alone. Dino’s head swiveled right and then he snorted. "Fuck, chico, go change your pants."

  Getting up from the bed, he hustled Manny out and locked both deadbolts. T
urning, he rested with one shoulder against the wall and stared at me. The front of his jeans strained away from the flat muscles of his stomach. He ran a hand over his abdomen, softly growling as his gaze broke from mine and cast about the room. Leaning over, he swiped his hand along the floor and came up with a half crushed pack of cigarettes.

  "I’m supposed to be done with these, little dove." Pulling one out, he lit it and walked over to the window. He drew the drapes aside, opened the window and turned again to look at me.

  The sun coming through the window made his skin glow like burnished gold all over. As my gaze sank lower down his body, I realized I was wrong. The burnished gold stopped at the belt line where a fat knob of purplish brown skin, all smooth and swollen, tried to escape his jeans.

  He blinked and drew his bottom lip into his mouth. "Don’t look at me, baby girl. Not down there -- not anywhere."

  Was he serious? He had me tied to the bed, my breasts uncovered, my panties wedged between my lower lips and he was telling me not to look at him.

  "Cover me," I whispered. "Please…"

  Frowning, Dino crossed back to the bed, the cigarette hanging loosely between his downturned lips. His hand brushed over my hip and along my lower stomach as he reached for the thin white flat sheet bunched on the mattress next to me. He pinched its edge, his gaze catching and sticking on the pronounced rise and fall of my mound as I heaved and squirmed.

  Ash fell from the cigarette’s tip to dust along my panty line. He brushed at it, his fingers lingering at first and then hooking the fabric, tugging until the material tore. His knuckle grazed my cunt hair, his eyes slowly shutting. "You’re still drenched, little dove."

  "Cover me, please." My pussy knotted in on itself again, the muscles churning and twisting at the barest whisper of his flesh against mine. "Please, Dino."

  It was the first time I’d said his name and it didn’t go unnoticed. He looked at me, his expression clouding. "Don't call me that."

  My lips parted, the question of what I should call him rising up, but he shook his head. "Don’t call me anything. I’m no one to you."

  Already, I knew that wasn’t true and never would be. Even if I escaped this house alive, I would remember him for the rest of my life. Feeling a hot flush spread across my skin, I prayed my body wouldn’t quicken and burn at the memory.

  Dino pulled the sheet across me then palmed my mound. He pressed a finger between my labia, wedging the threadbare fabric and soaking it with my juices. He took the cigarette from his mouth, his lips rolling in contemplation.

  "You have a body made for fucking, everything so lush and malleable." Dino rose and returned to the window where he snubbed the cigarette out. Checking the pack for a fresh one, he growled when nothing came out.

  I kept watching him even though he had told me not to. His muscles rippled with agitation in the sunlight, the length and thickness of his erection more stark now that I had a side view. He was breathing heavy, his chest rising and falling rhythmically as his stomach grew more taut.

  Turning his head, he caught me staring. Something dark and sensual flashed across his face.

  "You want something to look at, baby girl?" Walking back to where my panties lay shredded on the floor, he scooped them up. Sitting just on the edge of the bed, he unzipped his pants. A quick lift of his tight, muscled ass and he had the jeans and his underwear low down on his hips. Freed, his cock pointed a hard line at the ceiling.

  Holding his cock away from his stomach, Dino slowly stroked it from broad base to fat tip, letting me see how long and magnificent he was. Thick veins promised a textured, carnal pleasure for mouth or cunt or ass. The heavy knob at the top would stretch his lover on the way in and catch and tug, keeping him locked inside her as she came.

  Inside me, as I came.

  Squirming with need, I strained against my ties.

  Dino placed one hand against the curve of my stomach as the other fisted his cock. He had my panties between the flesh of his hand and the mottled walnut of his erection. Pre-cum already beaded at its plump tip, making me warm and humid all over again, my body a roller coaster of reactions.

  "Are you thinking about having me in you?" He stroked as he asked. The already thick veins became more pronounced as he pumped his shaft. His free hand moved up to my breast, squeezing and tugging in sync with his strokes.

  "I'm thinking about being inside you...how tight that sweet pussy is."

  My cunt took up the rhythm of his words and strokes, my clit sliding between my thick labia with each dirty syllable.

  A flick of his wrist and my panties covered the swollen head, hiding it from my devouring gaze. I whimpered at the loss and he looked at me, dragging my eyes up and away.

  He licked his bottom lip then breathed slowly through his pursed mouth. "Are you wet again?"

  I nodded. I was wet and one contraction away from coming. The muscles of my stomach rolled, my torso twisting, hips lifting as my breathing became erratic. I sucked air in, my expression widening as my clit slid up and froze just as his hand tightened around his cock.

  He came inside the fabric, the already black material darkening as his cum erupted. He groaned, his gaze still boring into the back of my head as I started to buck, my body jerking with each flutter of the fabric as thick streams of his climax jetted beneath it.

  Spent, he tossed my panties on the floor and leaned over me. "Next time I come, you'll be riding my cock, little dove."

  ********************

  Dino brought me water and food, untying my hands long enough for me to eat and then take me to the bathroom. When he refused to wait in the hall, I pointed at the impossibly small window and glared at him.

  I plucked at the black satin sheet he had wrapped me in. "You think I’m going to try to crawl out of that -- in this?"

  Leaning with his back against the wall, he reached a hand down and opened the cabinet below the sink. There was an assortment of bottles and spray cans. He pulled out an aerosol bottle, rooted around some more and came up with a lighter. "Can’t have you going all flamethrower on my ass, baby."

  "Fine, take the lighter and leave." I felt my blood pressure spike as he shook his head. "I can’t pee with you watching."

  He turned until his ass rested on the sink’s edge and he face the door. "Better?"

  "The mirror’s right there." I started to dance, my need to go magnified now that I was so close to the toilet. "At least close your eyes."

  I couldn’t believe I was arguing with him about this. His watching me pee would be the least of my humiliations in this house. "Please, Di--"

  His gaze cut my way, silencing me immediately. Reaching behind him, he turned the faucet on. "Just sit down and try, baby."

  With the water running, I had no choice. I sat down, the sheet shielding me. Seeing his green eyes glittering at me in the mirror, I scowled at him.

  "How many lovers have you had?"

  I closed my eyes, intent on ignoring him. If I could relax just a little bit more--

  "How many?" he repeated.

  I had already climaxed three time for him, all while I was bound to the bed. He probably thought I was a slut or had a serious bondage kink. Why else would he ask how many men had fucked me?

  "Worried you weren’t the best?" Near tears, I snarled the question at him.

  Dino turned toward me, his left hip against the sink, his torso twisting at the waist until his face was just a few inches from mine. His hand cupped my breast through the sheet. "Not really, but tell me what you like and I’ll make sure I am."

  "I like to use the restroom alone." Scowling at him, I fought to keep the quiver from my lips. He was thumbing the nipple through the fabric, bringing it to a sharp peak as the other nipple slowly hardened with envy.

  "Not going to happen, baby." He pressed his palm my chest, his mouth closing in on mine as he forced me back against the tank. Stripping the sheet away, his hand skimmed its way down my stomach. "Maybe you just need a little massage to get you s
tarted."

  I blinked. Two of his fingers found my clit. My hands rose to clutch at his shoulders. He kissed me, his tongue slowly sweeping into my mouth as his fingers started a gentle dance, one of them finding the small pearl tucked under the hood of my clit and circling it.

  "Or if I kissed you again, down there, took that swollen little bud between my lips and--"

  A shudder rolled through me, leaving my body in a jagged moan.

  "So close already, little dove?" His hips angled in my direction, Dino unzipped his jeans and guide my hand to his erection.

  My fingers curled around his thick shaft as his tongue pillaged my mouth.

  Was I really doing this? Had I become so depraved or desperate that was stroking my captors cock while I eagerly allowed him to play with my pussy?

  "This isn’t me," I whispered, fresh tears wetting my cheeks.

  "No, baby -- it’s us." He removed my hand from his cock, kissing and sucking at my fingers as his own increased their tempo against my clit. The tips curled down to tease my hole, taking shallow dips before running a trail of my cream back up the spine of my sex. Rubbing -- hard, soft, a pinch -- and then plunging in me, two fingers wide all the way to the base knuckles as I came, shattering and calling his name, a name that was supposed to mean nothing to me, but suddenly did.

  ********************

  Night came. Leaving my hands unbound, Dino tied the sash around our waists, both of us naked despite my protests. The experience was surreal -- not just sleeping so closely next to the man who had taken me hostage, but sleeping next to a man at all. I’d had sex, but no lovers -- no waking up in the morning to the heat of a man, his eyes glowing with warm affection. That I might find it here, in this room, in this bed with a man who was maybe a criminal or maybe some kind of cop was beyond wrong -- it was a cosmic slap in the face.

  Cop or criminal, this would end badly, even if I made it out alive and relatively unharmed. If he was just another thug, I would be crushed. My self-esteem would be in tatters and I would forever triple guess my judgment with each man I encountered in future. If he was a cop, I would still be crushed. How could I even look him in the eye, knowing he did what he had to do but that I let him touch me by choice, that my pussy had been aching and eager and wanted so much more than his mouth and hands.