Black Pearl: a BBW, BWWM, Alpha Male romance

by Tiffany Patterson

  “We can pick up some groceries. I mean, since you’re keeping me hostage and all. I don’t mind cooking,” she said jokingly.

  “We don’t have to go out. I can have them delivered, but you don’t have to cook.”

  Devyn shrugged this time, “I don’t mind. I like cooking.” She couldn’t believe she went from trying to figure out how to avoid him at work, to now volunteering to cook for him, after he practically dragged her out of her apartment. Nikola was obviously the type to always get his way.

  A few hours later, Devyn stood in Nikola’s kitchen beating eggs as she prepared to make an omelet. He’d ordered enough groceries to feed a small army. He sat at the kitchen counter watching her as she made her way around the kitchen.

  “How come you never learned to cook?” She asked over her shoulder.

  “My dad was old school. He didn’t believe boys should be in the kitchen. He thought we were best suited for playing sports or being in the boardroom. I grew up attending board meetings with him. It left little time to be in the kitchen learning how to cook.”

  Devyn grunted while placing the butter in the pan.

  “How well did that go over with your mother?” Devyn knew Iris was no shrinking violet.

  “Mama was pissed. She thought we should at least learn to make basic meals, but Dad always got his way.”

  Devyn shook her head. “Sounds like somebody else I know,” she said over her shoulder, placing broccoli, mushrooms and bacon into the pan.

  “You can’t possibly be referring to me,” he said seriously.

  Devyn raised her eyebrow, “You’re trying to say you don’t always get your way?”

  He shrugged. “Not always, no.”

  “Tell me a time you didn’t get your way.”

  “With you.” Devyn turned.

  “I’m standing in your kitchen making omelets. I’m pretty sure you got your way with me.” She turned back around to finish cooking. She heard the stool scrape across the hardwood floor. A few moments later, she felt his hard chest at her back as he rested his hands on her hips.

  “Yeah, but it took me weeks to finally get you here and I nearly had to throw you over my shoulder to get you back here.” He leaned down, kissing the side of her neck. She tilted her head granting him better access.

  “But I’m here,” She said.

  “And you’re not going anywhere either,” he said kissing her neck again before moving away. Nikola moved to grab plates out of the cabinet to set up the table.

  Devyn quickly made both omelets and slid them onto the plates while Nikola poured glasses of orange juice for them. For some reason, it felt natural to have Devyn in his kitchen cooking for him. He liked the idea of having her with him as they relaxed at home just enjoying each other’s company. During their meal, they talked about the gala and how much each charity received in donations. When Devyn rose to clear the dishes from the table, Nikola watched her as she walked away. The jeans she wore molded perfectly to her round ass. When she bent over to place the dishes in the dishwasher he groaned, catching her attention. He stood up so fast his chair fell backward, making a loud thud on the hardwood floor. He didn’t even flinch at the sound, as his full attention was on Devyn. He pulled her to him, pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

  “It’s time for dessert,” He said huskily.

  This time he made good on his promise, bending down and lifting Devyn over his shoulder and strolled confidently to his bedroom. Before depositing her on the bed, he smacked her ass. Hard.

  “Ow.” She yelped.

  “That’s for sneaking out this morning.”

  He smacked her again and placed her on the bed. He removed her shoes, unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down her legs as Devyn raised her hips. Devyn lifted her shirt over her head, leaving her in a bra and her boy shorts. She sat up on her knees to lift the t-shirt Nikola wore over his head. She kissed down his chest, stopping to nip and lick around his nipples. He moaned. Reaching for the waistband of his sweatpants Devyn lowered them along with his boxers. His large erection sprang out.

  “Is this for me?” She mimicked his words from the night before.

  Nikola stepped out of his shoes and pants, kicking them to the side. He went to grab for Devyn, but she quickly moved, standing, and pressing him to lie down on the bed. He went willingly. His erection was so large it rested against his stomach.

  Devyn crawled between his legs. “I think you’re right,” She purred. “Some dessert sounds good right now.”

  She leaned down licking the underside of his erection before taking him in her mouth. Nikola groaned his pleasure. Devyn began bobbing her head up and down on his cock. She used her hand to play with his balls as she licked and slurped on his erection. Hollowing her cheeks, Devyn slowly dragged her mouth up his erection while pressing against it, tonguing the spot just beneath the tip.

  “Fuck baby.”

  Nikola groaned reaching down to entwine his fingers in her hair. When her pace quickened on his cock he tightened his grip, encouraging her to go lower and take all of him in her mouth. Blowing out a breath through her nose and relaxing her jaw Devyn pressed her mouth all the way down his cock, until she felt the tickle of his hairs on her nose.

  “Holy shit,” He panted raising his hips.

  Devyn felt the squirt of pre-cum and the way his grip tightened in her hair and knew he was close to cumming. She worked his cock over even more, while continuing to massage his balls.

  “I’m...about...to…cum.” Nikola warned, but Devyn kept at it, licking and stroking with her tongue and lips.

  Finally, not able to hold on anymore Nikola erupted into Devyn’s mouth. She swallowed every drop. When he finished cumming, Devyn sat back on her knees.

  “Mmmm. That was delicious.”

  She said licking her lips and staring at his half-closed eyes. Nikola pulled her up to lay beside him. Before Devyn even realized what was happening, he removed a pair of long handcuffs from his nightstand, and handcuffed one of her arms to the bed. The length of the handcuffs allowed her to lie comfortably on the bed, while still restricting her movement.

  “Just in case you were thinking of trying to leave again.”

  He said with a wink at her confused look. Nikola stood to move to the bathroom. He took the key with him to the bathroom, placing it in a drawer. He didn’t want her to go for the key while he was asleep.

  Crawling back in bed after cleaning up, he wrapped his arm around Devyn and they both fell asleep.

  Chapter 16

  Devyn arrived at her home to see that a package had been left at her apartment’s leasing office.

  She went to retrieve the package and found that it was a large flat box. Struggling to carry the box back to her apartment, she finally made it and opened her door. Once inside, she checked her mail and then looked over the package. There was no return address, so she had no idea who the package was from. Opening it, she saw it was the painting she was eyeing at the gala, the previous weekend. She thought for a minute, recalling that she had been outbid the last time she checked the bidding sheet. Then she remembered at the same moment, Nikola snuck up behind her asking if she liked the painting. Devyn couldn’t help the warmth that spread through her belly thinking of Nikola buying this painting for her.

  Just thinking of the gala brought back memories of the weekend. She and Nikola spent the entire weekend entangled in one another’s bodies. When they took a break from fucking each other’s brains out, they’d spent time watching Netflix. They found they both had an affinity for documentaries and political dramas, namely The West Wing and House of Cards. Nikola teased her when she cried as they watched the episode of West Wing when Leo McGarry dies. After teasing her though, he surprised her by kissing her tears away and then giving her another amazing orgasm.

  On Monday evening, she practically had to beg him to take her home, so she could prepare for work the next day. He insisted that she could spend the night and just ride with him in the morning. Devyn h
ad to remind him she did not have any clothes to wear to work, and that she did not want to send tongues wagging about her arriving with him in the morning. He finally relented when she promised to have dinner with him Tuesday night. It was now Wednesday and she arrived home to find that he bought her the painting she wanted at the gala. Laying the painting down, she picked up her phone to call him.

  “Hello, you,” the shiver that ran down her spine at hearing his deep, sexy voice was a reminder of the power he held over her body.

  “Hi. Are you busy?”

  “Not too busy to talk to you.” She knew he had a dinner meeting that night.

  “I just got home and received the painting from the gala. Thank you so much. It’s so beautiful,” she said looking at the picture.

  “Not as beautiful as you.” She tried to ignore the butterflies that rose in her stomach at his compliment.

  “Thank you.”

  “You don’t have to thank me for telling the truth. What are you doing tonight?” He asked as if she hadn’t told him already.

  “I have my kickboxing class in an hour.”

  “Why don’t you come over after that?’

  “Nikola,” she said in a serious tone.

  He’d been trying to get her to come over to his condo every day since she left, and that was only two days ago.

  “What?” He asked feigning innocence.

  “You have a working dinner in…” She checked the time, “...thirty minutes and it will probably run late.”

  “So, you’ve memorized my schedule?” He asked a hint of mirth in his voice. She dipped her head embarrassed that she had, in fact, memorized his schedule. She still got updates on his schedule on her own calendar and hadn’t bothered changing it.

  “I just know you have a dinner meeting,” she defended, not wanting to give away what he clearly already knew.

  He sighed. “Tomorrow.”

  “Nikola.”

  “All right, all right. Friday, but you’re staying the weekend.”

  “Um.” She hesitated.

  “You have plans?” He asked his voice laced with an emotion she couldn’t quite identify.

  “Well, not plans, but I uh, have a performance.” This was one of her weekends performing at The Black Kitty.

  “When?” He asked gruffly.

  “Saturday.”

  “Fine, you will come over Friday and spend the whole weekend with me. I will take you to your performance on Saturday and you will come home with me. I have to go; my clients will be arriving soon.” He hung up before she could even respond.

  Devyn thought about the previous weekend. He asked her how long she’d been doing burlesque. She told him about Mercedes buying her classes and how it spiraled from there. She couldn’t read his thoughts or emotions on her performing. She didn’t know what he thought of it and he never said one way or the other. And she certainly, didn’t tell him the reason why Mercedes thought burlesque was a good idea for her after her break up with Marcus.

  She didn’t want to go into detail about her relationship with him and why they broke up. Part of the reason was because she was too embarrassed and ashamed. She was ashamed that she let someone control her so much that he destroyed her confidence in herself. She hated that Marcus’ beliefs about her had become her own. If she was honest with herself, she knew he was cheating on her for a while before they broke up, but she ignored it. She thought she deserved his cheating because she wasn’t model thin and deserving of someone who looked like him.

  The other reason she didn’t tell Nikola about her past with Marcus was because she didn’t want to reveal too much to him. She knew whatever they were doing wouldn’t last. Nikola was not looking for a love or marriage. She didn’t want to share all of herself with him, give him her heart, only to have him leave. She knew if she did, his leaving would hurt way more than any pain Marcus inflicted on her.

  * * * *

  “Hey, Devyn what are you doing here?” Devyn turned to see Jeff, the head of marketing, enter the conference room.

  She greeted him. “Hi Jeff. I’m sitting in for Andre. He’s been swamped this week, so he asked me to attend and take notes for him.”

  “Oh, that’s fine. Guess he’s still busy catching up from being away,” he said as he placed a hand on her arm.

  “That was some gala last weekend. I’ve been meaning to tell you it was great. You may have a future in event planning.” He laughed as he stepped closer. Devyn smiled.

  “I don’t think so, but thank you for the compliment. It was a team effort.”

  Devyn and Jeff talked for a few more minutes as a number of other Excel employees filed into the room, including Nikola. He was dressed in another perfectly tailored suit. This one was a shimmery silver matched with a sky blue shirt, that matched the color of his eyes. Devyn had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from moaning. Nikola looked directly at her, skimming his gaze over her burgundy leather pencil skirt that stopped just beneath her knees, and white blouse. His gaze stopped at Jeff’s hand that still rested on her arm, before he turned and walked to the head of the room.

  “Boss man’s here. Guess it’s time to get started,” Jeff said bringing Devyn out of her thoughts. Devyn nodded. “Right.”

  Grabbing her iPad to take notes of the meeting she opted to sit at the back of the table. This was a meeting on the new marketing strategy and the projected revenue it would bring in. Devyn paid close attention as each person spoke, to provide Andre with detailed notes. When Nikola stood to talk at the end of the meeting, she found herself shifting in her seat, uncrossing and re-crossing her legs. She thought she was being discreet, but when she looked up, she saw Nikola looking directly at her with a spark of desire. Clearing his throat he got back on task. Devyn glanced around to see if anyone noticed the brief exchange, but everyone either had their heads down taking notes or was squarely focused on Nikola’s commanding presence.

  Devyn took the time to allow her gaze to roam over his face and body. With his hands in his pockets, speaking with ease, standing in front of the conference room window he looked poised to take on the world. She let her mind wander and thought about all the ways he could control her body. She grew heated. Trying not to cause another distraction, she dipped her head and refocused on her note taking. After another fifteen minutes the meeting finally ended. She figured she would wait a little to let everyone file out of the room. She organized her notes and emailed them to herself and Andre, before closing her iPad and standing. As she strutted towards the door, she felt a hand on her arm. Turning she saw Jeff.

  “Hey Devyn, I was wondering if you could make some time for me on Andre’s schedule. I’d really like to go over this with him in person.”

  Devyn nodded. “Sure, let me pull up his calendar.” Devyn and Jeff went over a good time to meet with Andre, before she closed her iPad case again and walked out.

  With her back to him, Devyn didn’t notice as Jeff’s eyes roamed over her backside, but Nikola did.

  Chapter 17

  Nikola looked up hearing the knock on his office door.

  “Hi, Connie said you wanted to see me?” Devyn questioned, standing at his door. After the meeting Nikola had Connie, his new temporary assistant, call down to Devyn’s desk to come to his office. When he entered the conference room and saw Jeff standing so close to her with his hand on her arm he was barely able to control himself. After the meeting, seeing Jeff ogle Devyn as she walked away had him seeing red. He knew it was ridiculous to be jealous, but he couldn’t help it. He thought after finally having her, his desire would lessen.

  The opposite had happened. He wanted her day and night now. The fact that it’d been nearly a week since he was last inside her, was driving him crazy. He made plans to take her out to dinner tonight and spend the rest of the night in between her luscious thighs.

  “Yes, close the door,” he stood and unbuttoned his suit jacket. Devyn raised an eyebrow but complied. Closing the door, she stepped further in the room.
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  “What were you and Jeff talking about before the meeting?” He asked.

  Surprised by his question, Devyn paused as if trying to remember what he was talking about. “Uh, he was just talking about the gala. He said he had a good time.”

  “And after the meeting?” He rounded his desk to stand directly in front of her.

  “He just wanted to set up a meeting with Andre.”

  “Why was he touching you?” Nikola’s voice was laced with a hint of jealousy. He knew it, but didn’t care.

  Devyn shrugged. “He’s always like that. Just being friendly, I guess.”

  Nikola grunted.

  “He’s a man. Men aren’t that friendly with women who look like you,” he trailed a finger down her neck.

  “Women who look like me? What does that mean?” She asked shocked by his statement.

  “You don’t know what you look like? You’re beautiful. And wearing these unintentionally sexy outfits makes you irresistible.” He placed a kiss just behind her ear.

  She moaned. “I don’t dress sexy. I’m wearing professional attire.”

  She lifted her head, as he continued to kiss and suck at her neck. He wrapped an arm around her waist.

  “It doesn’t matter what you wear. A burlap sack wouldn’t be able to hide those sexy curves.”

  “I’m sure Jeff doesn’t have any interest in me.” She tried to reassure Nikola.

  He lifted his head to look down at her. He saw she was being sincere – she really didn’t realize how beautiful she was.

  “You’re wrong, but as long as he keeps his hands to himself, his kneecaps will remain in good working order.”

  Her face took on a look of surprise at his statement. He kissed her deeply.

  Nikola allowed his hands to roam down the sides of Devyn’s body stopping to cup her hips and pull her closer to him. Devyn’s hands moved up his chest to circle his neck. Even though she wore heels, Nikola had to bend down to access her mouth. He broke off the kiss and bit her chin, before moving down to the other side of her neck. Just as he moved to unzip her skirt his office phone rang. He swore harshly under his breath. Devyn released his neck and stepped back.