Black Pearl: a BBW, BWWM, Alpha Male romance

by Tiffany Patterson

  Before she even had a chance to take a breath, he slammed his mouth to hers again nibbling at her lips, and soothing the bites with his tongue. He prodded her to open her lips with his tongue and once she did, he dove in, exploring every inch. He was relentless in his exploration of her mouth, but Devyn gave as much as she received. She too, sought the opportunity to allow her tongue to explore his mouth. Their tongues dueled, each one giving and taking in a seductive dance. Nikola’s entire body felt awakened as he allowed his hands to move down and cup the ass he’d spent the last three weeks itching to touch. Once he did, he squeezed and pressed her body even deeper into his. They both groaned at the contact. Nikola broke away from Devyn’s lips to kiss along her jawline down to her neck. When he made contact with the spot just behind her ear, he felt Devyn shiver. She was sensitive there. Answering the question he wondered weeks ago.

  “Hello. Nik, are you here?”

  A woman’s voice pierced the air. Devyn was the first to pull away. She stepped away, covering her mouth, and struggling to catch her breath. Smoothing down the sides of her skirt and ruffled shirt, she turned and reached for a tissue, handing it to him. He looked confused as she thrust the tissue at him.

  “To wipe off my lip gloss from your mouth,” She whispered, handing him the tissue. She gathered the resumes and her iPad, just as Cindy rounded the corner to his office.

  “Nik, there you are. I was wondering where everyone was. It’s well after 5:00 p.m.,” Cindy said, ignoring Devyn as she stepped in the room.

  “Um, well. That’s it for the day. Enjoy your weekend, Mr. Collins.” She gave a tight smile to Cindy as she bolted out of the office.

  Chapter 7

  Shit. Fuck. Damn. Devyn admonished herself as she drove home. Not only was she running behind schedule, she kept replaying the kiss with Nikola over and over in her head. Her body still hummed from the kiss. She shivered remembering the feeling of his hardness pressed up against her core. She nearly had a heart attack when she heard a woman’s voice call out. The last thing she wanted was to get caught making out with her boss in the office – especially by his girlfriend. She was done with cheating men. Stupid. She thought racing up the stairs to her third floor apartment. She had another performance tonight and was already running late.

  Devyn burst into her eclectically decorated, one-bedroom apartment, stripping off her work clothes as she went. Once naked she went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. She showered, thinking about Nikola and how to handle the situation. She knew his playboy reputation as well as anybody, so she wasn’t expecting anything to come of them. Shrugging she figured the kiss was a one-time thing; a simple result of them working so closely for the last few weeks. If that was it then, why have you and Andre never kissed like that? Her conscious mocked. She knew the kiss was more than just a result of them working closely.

  From the first time she met him, she felt a magnetic pull towards him. That flame had only been stoked over the last three weeks, but she knew it wasn’t anything major on his end. Monday she would go back to working for Andre and only seeing Nikola once or twice a week. She blew out a breath, as she gathered her costume and makeup. She knew it would take her more than an hour to get to the club in this traffic on a Friday night. She would just have to do her makeup at the club to make it on time. Deciding to forget about Nikola Collins, Devyn focused on her performance that night. Packing up everything she needed, she grabbed some chicken salad and an apple from the fridge, to have as a quick dinner before heading out.

  * * * *

  Mercedes: Knock ‘em dead!

  Devyn stared at the text message from Mercedes. Usually Mercedes attended Devyn’s shows when she debuted a new set, but she was out of town for training.

  Devyn: Thanks. I wish you were here. You know I get nervous debuting a new set.

  Devyn responded as she prepared her makeup in the dressing room mirror. Her new burlesque set was to Celia Cruz’s La Negra Tiene Tumbao. It was her first time performing it in front of an audience.

  Mercedes: You have nothing to be nervous about. I’ve seen this set and I damn near wanted to have a cigarette afterwards. It was hottttt!!!

  Devyn smiled at the text. She had performed the set for Mercedes and a few of the other girls to get their input on improvements. They all told her it was great.

  Devyn: :) Thanks! I needed that. I gotta go, but I’ll let you know how it went.

  Mercedes: Break a leg!!

  Devyn put her phone back in her bag and began removing her costume. To pay homage to the La Reina de Salsa Devyn opted to perform in a costume that resembled one of the outfits Celia Cruz wore in the song’s video. Her outer layer was a long, orange silk dress, with long baggy sleeves, and a flowy bodice. The top of the dress was lined with faux feathers and the “eye” of a peacock. Underneath the dress she wore a black lace elasticized skirt, with garter belts, that attached to a pair of black lace stockings. Up top, she sported an orange lace corset, and strip away bra with ruffles, over top her black pasties with shimmery orange hearts. On her head, she wore her hair in loose curls that fell around her face, and flapper style hat that adorned the same peacock feathers and orange color as her dress. On her face, she wore her signature glossy red lip coloring, and black winged eyeliner. On her feet, she had her three inch peep toe burlesque shoes. She stood in front of the mirror taking in her reflection.

  She was no longer Devyn Williams. This was Black Pearl.

  Exiting the locker room, Black Pearl moved down the hallway hearing the occasional, “Knock ‘em dead, Pearl!” She loved the supportive atmosphere that existed backstage. There was no competition here or one upmanship. Mistress Coco wouldn’t allow it. She let her girls know upfront that any woman who performed for her, was to be supportive of every other performer who graced that stage. Those who couldn’t abide this rule were quickly told their services were no longer needed.

  Devyn heard the clapping and hooting as Jazmine ended her set. She was phenomenal, of course. Exiting the stage, Jazmine gave Devyn two thumbs up and a quick kiss on the cheek.

  “You were great,” Devyn whispered before moving into her position behind the curtain. Devyn liked to use the curtain to emerge from, instead of just walking out on stage from one of the sides.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, coming to the stage, is a performer I am personally very proud of. She has come a long way in a relatively short period of time. Her moves will leave you with your jaws on the floor and tongues wagging. Ladies hold on to your men. And men, you might want to hold on to your ladies, if you know what I mean! Shit, if I was thirty years younger, I would give all you men a run for your money for the attention of this young lady.” Mistress Coco winked at the audience to uproarious laughter.

  “Without further ado, give it up for Black PEEEAARRRLL!” The audience clapped as Celia Cruz’s energetic voice began. Devyn stuck out her leg from behind the curtain, before bursting on stage, as the beat dropped. She strutted to the beat of the music, using the entirety of the stage to rile up the audience. Crossing the stage for a second time, she turned her back to the audience, and rotated her shoulders in a snake like motion as she moved her hips. She dipped her head back, still moving her shoulders and the audience roared.

  Pivoting on one foot she rotated her hips, and turned to face the audience, as she did a quick salsa step across the stage again, reaching behind her, slowly bringing down the zipper of her dress. She turned her back to the audience again and when they noticed she was taking her dress down, they yelled some more. She finally stripped out of the dress, tossing it to the side, showing off the tight skirt, stockings, and corset she wore underneath.

  Moving closer to the front of the audience she teased a few men and women in the front row, shaking her breasts in their faces, before moving back and reaching for the garter straps of her skirt. She removed the snaps of the stocking on her left leg then her right, all while still shaking her hips and moving across the stage. Turning her back to the audience ag
ain, she began pulling down her skirt, bending at the waist to give the audience full view of her black lace thong panties. The audience clapped and stomped their feet. Continuing to shake to the beat, Devyn shook her shoulders and wiggled her hips as she turned, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. Slowly, as she sauntered across the stage she let one strap drop, then the other, before tossing the bra to the side of the stage. All that remained were her stockings, lace thong and pasties. She shook her breasts to the ending notes of the song, allowing the pasties to shake and twirl. The audience clapped as the song ended and she took her bow, before blowing them a kiss, and exiting the stage.

  While on stage, Devyn couldn’t see the faces of all the audience members that well. If she had, she would have noticed a pair of intense blue eyes that were now burrowing holes in her back as she exited the stage.

  Chapter 8

  “Pearl you were amazing!” Jazmine exclaimed excitedly when she hugged Devyn as she exited the stage.

  “Thank you! That was so much fun. This never gets old!” Devyn declared, just as enthusiastically as Jazmine.

  Devyn entered the locker room to wait for her discarded costume to be brought to her. She felt energized and exhilarated, as she always did once she stepped off the stage. She was just about to pull out her phone to text Mercedes, when a knock on the door sounded, and Mistress Coco entered with her costume. For a second time, Mistress Coco brought Devyn her clothing and she wondered what the reason was this time.

  “That was some set, girly.” Mistress Coco said smiling. “Here’s your costume,” she said handing Devyn her clothing and turned to leave. “Oh, and you have a visitor.” At this Devyn blinked. Who could be here for her?

  “They’re waiting in my office. I told them you’d be there in a minute.” Before Devyn had time to ask who wanted to see her, and for what, Mistress Coco walked out.

  Devyn shrugged, thinking it may be some sort of promoter. Often burlesque troupe coordinators showed up at the club looking for new girls to hire. Devyn didn’t have any interest in performing with a troupe or group. She decided to let the person down quickly and get back to change, so she could watch the rest of the performances. She threw on her pink kimono style silk robe, cinched it at the waist and proceeded to walk out the door.

  Mistress Coco’s office was down the hall, away from the girl’s locker room, ensuring the performers privacy from anyone who visited Mistress Coco’s office. When Devyn arrived, she noticed the door was slightly ajar. She tapped lightly on the door and entered.

  Without looking she began talking, “Hello. Mistress Coco said someone want–,” Devyn stopped as the man emerged from the corner of Mistress Coco’s office. Devyn looked into the blue eyes she had come to memorize over the last three weeks. The look he was giving her told her he was pissed.

  “Oh.” Shit. Devyn was at a loss for words.

  “Oh?” He gritted out. Devyn thought he was angry over possibly embarrassing his company.

  “I know what you’re thinking,” she quickly stated.

  Nikola raised an eyebrow. “You do?”

  “Yes, and before you say it, I want you to know I never violated any employee code of conduct. I never presented myself as an Excel employee or associated myself with the company in anyway while on stage. In fact, most people here don’t even know my real name. I do all of this on my own time, so there’s no connection with Excel…” She stopped as she noticed a muscle in Nikola’s jaw jump.

  He slowly walked towards her. The intense look in his eyes and anger etched on his face had Devyn stepping back until her back met the closed door. Nikola didn’t stop until he was completely pressed against her. He put his hands on the door on either side of her head, trapping her.

  “Right. You’re known as Black Pearl, not Devyn Williams,” he said as he moved back slightly to look down at Devyn’s body. Her breasts rose and fell as her breathing became more erratic due to his nearness. Devyn could feel her nipples strain underneath the pasties she still wore.

  Devyn felt his gaze on her body as if it were a caress slowly moving its way down her body. Nikola’s eyes locked in on the slight opening of her robe just below the apex of her thighs. Devyn felt her sex grow wet with desire. She licked her lips in spite of herself. The move was not missed by Nikola.

  Staring at her lips, Nikola stated, “You ran out of the office quickly earlier today.”

  She was thrown at his statement. Wasn’t he there to scold or worse, fire her, for possibly embarrassing his company? The look in his eye told her he was thinking about something entirely separate than business.

  Finally, getting her bearings, she responded, “Y-you had a visitor and it was after 5:00.”

  Lowering his head, he spoke into her ear, “You think a minor interruption would have stopped me from doing what I wanted to do to you in my office?” Devyn shivered from his breath skimming over her neck and shoulder.

  She knew she should ask him to step back, so she could exit. She knew he was probably here with that woman who interrupted their kiss earlier. She knew it did not make sense to allow this to continue.

  Looking in his blue eyes, she also knew he had the power to make her fall for him, harder than she ever fell for Marcus, which meant he had the ability to destroy her when he walked away. She knew all of this in her head, but his nearness intoxicated her. She was powerless to push him away.

  Instead of pushing him away, she asked, “What did you want to do?”

  “This.”

  He slammed his lips to hers, taking her mouth in an even more possessive kiss than earlier. He commanded everything about this kiss. Devyn was sure, if his arm was not around her waist, her knees would have buckled. He pressed her lips open with his tongue, leaving no room for refusal. Devyn could do nothing but surrender as his tongue plundered her mouth. Nikola trailed his lips down to the sensitive spot at the back of her neck, while moving his hand down searching for the end of her robe. When he found it, he lifted one side up allowing his hand access to the soft skin underneath. He trailed his hand up her thigh to her stomach and down, skimming his fingers across the top of her lace panties.

  “Spread your legs.” Without missing a beat, Devyn complied with the request, moving her legs wider. She trembled as his hand made its way into her panties.

  He lifted his head from her neck. “How often do you do this?”

  Devyn was lost in his touch and his penetrating gaze. Blinking a few times to clear her head of the sensual fog he had her in.

  “Umm, what?”

  Nikola cupped her pussy with his palm. “How often do you perform like this?”

  “I umm…” She struggled to control her breathing as his fingers separated her pussy lips.

  “A f-few times a month.” She closed her eyes and moaned as Nikola inserted a finger into her core.

  “Do you let these men touch you?” Opening her eyes at his question, Devyn noticed his jaw tighten with tension as he asked the question.

  “N-no. It’s not that type of show.”

  “Good. Don’t let them touch you. I would fucking kill someone if I saw them touch you.”

  She panted as he slid his finger in and out of her core. She jumped when he began massaging her clit with his thumb.

  “Nikola,” she closed her eyes and whispered his name.

  “Mmm. I like the way you say my name,” he lowered his head, once again taking her mouth in a possessive kiss, as he inserted a second finger into her wet core. Devyn moaned into his mouth as the sensations drove her higher and higher. Nikola worked his fingers stroking her over and over, driving her towards her climax. Devyn gripped at his shoulders for leverage and moved her hips to ride his fingers.

  “Come for me,” Nikola said with his mouth pressed against hers. He sped up the motion of his fingers. As if she was waiting on his command, Devyn came apart as an intense orgasm overtook her. Nikola kissed her, silencing her loud moans. For a few minutes after Devyn climaxed, they stood there, with Nikola’s forehe
ad pressed against hers, catching their breaths. When Nikola removed his fingers from Devyn’s core she moaned.

  Nikola stepped back and removed a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping his fingers and the smeared lipstick from his face.

  “Next time I will be tasting this instead of wiping it away.” Next time. Devyn noticed the phrase. Just as she opened her mouth to say something a knock on the door sounded.

  “Pearl, you still in here?” Mistress Coco sounded, as Devyn turned to open the door.

  Opening the door, Devyn affected a fake smile. “Y-yes, Mistress Coco. I was just leaving.” Mistress Coco eyed her suspiciously, then looked over her shoulder at Nikola.

  “Did you two discuss whatever business you needed to settle?” She asked looking at Nikola, who told her he wanted to meet with Black Pearl for a business discussion.

  Devyn looked over her shoulder at Nikola, confused, but quickly turned away as she saw the intense look in his eye.

  Pulling her robe tighter around her, Devyn nodded. “Yes. I’m going to head out now.”

  Devyn quickly exited Mistress Coco’s office to the changing room. Any thoughts of remaining for the rest of the show quickly vanished as Devyn dressed and stuffed her costume into her bag. She needed to put as much distance between herself and Nikola Collins as possible.

  Chapter 9

  Nikola was fuming. For a second time that day, Devyn managed to slip away from him. And for a second time that day, he was powerless to stop her. He hated feeling powerless, but he needed to attend to a matter before he could pursue Devyn—and pursue her, he would. To hell with any issues of impropriety. He wanted her. When he agreed to go out with Cindy, he never imagined it would be to a burlesque show. It wasn’t his typical idea of a date, but he enjoyed the performances and the women were beautiful. Just as he was feeling more comfortable, the hostess mentioned Black Pearl as the next performer. Nikola’s breath caught when he realized Black Pearl was none other than Devyn Williams. It was like an electric shock coursed through him as he watched her strut across the stage, dancing and removing one article of clothing after another. When she turned around and bent at the waist, presenting the audience with her luscious behind, he felt a rage shoot through his veins, looking at other men’s reactions to her. He clenched his fists and jaw so tightly they ached. Cindy, his date for the evening, was none the wiser, as she took in the performances. Once Devyn exited the stage, Nikola told Cindy he needed to step out to make an important phone call. He stood, pausing to adjust himself, as Devyn’s performance left him not only angry as hell, but aroused as hell too. Finding the hostess, named Mistress Coco, Nikola presented his business card and told her he had business with Black Pearl. She eyed him for a long minute, before relenting and showing him to her office, and told him Black Pearl would be down in a minute. When Devyn walked in, it took all his willpower not to rip that pink, silk robe off and bend her over Mistress Coco’s desk.