Taking Her Curves (BBW Billionaire Erotic Romance)
Taking Her Curves (BBW Billionaire Erotic Romance)
Midpoint
Taking Her Curves
Book Three of "My Curvy Diamond"
Rosabella Raines
Copyright 2013 Darkest Secrets Publishing
Smashwords Edition
It was no longer an exotic experience at this point. Candlelight, live music filling the air, waiters whose wardrobes cost more than the contents of my entire bank account. Five star dining...had become routine. It seemed so wrong to be blase, but as I looked across to the table to the man who had made it so, he just grinned with a tinge of devious intent to him. The only thing that had really changed were the flashes of cameras around me. You don't reach William West's notoriety without gaining some celebrity in the process, and people pay attention to who celebrities date.
Will didn't seem to care though. He enjoyed showing me off, having me where he wanted me, his plaything... the mild buzz humming through me reminded me that he had much play in mind tonight.
"Enjoying yourself, Suzanne?" He sipped his glass of wine with one hand, the other resting on his leg, concealing what I'm sure were his sicker intents.
"...I suppose so, Will..." The tinges of his evil plan made it sure I was alert, forcing me to struggle to keep a straight face in a situation I didn't truly belong in to begin with. He tapped his leg, and a vibrating surge shuddered through me, forcing me to brace myself on the table.
Earlier back at the office, I shuffled through some papers, bored. Will had kept his distance from me the the entire day. He left me to the my usual grunt work, potential interviews, and the like. It'd been going like this for awhile, actually. After a half year, nothing seemed new anymore. Not that I didn't still enjoy it, such relationships for people like me being something to be savored. Billionaires don't typically go after curvy country girls.
It was time to punch out. Salary work meant no actual clock, but it still meant I had a 'done for the day' ritual. I wandered up to my lover's office. I'd check in if I needed to work overtime...and sometimes overtime turned out to be so very fun. Other times, it was actual work that didn't involve me being bent over a desk reminding the entire building that my boss and I had a very special relationship.
Today...was simply a note attached to an elegant silk white gown. With a few more frills and a veil it'd be wedding worthy. The note?
Wear this. We are going out tonight, my curvy diamond.
Not that unusual. He'd done such things before, ordering me to bear whatever he had chosen for me for our nightly adventure. Choice in the matter wasn't up for debate, I simply did what I was told. Sometimes, it was like all I was to him was a pet, his plaything.
It isn't to say that I didn't enjoy such things. I took the dress, locking the door, and started to strip down, changing into it. It fit exquisitely, Will's people having my measurements on file and expertly crafting it to my curves. Always making me look wonderful, a world of difference from the days of scrambling for the sale shelves at K-Mart.
This dress, however, was special. I ran my fingers over fabric of the special panties that Will had selected to go along with it...they were fabulous on the outside, as fine a material as anything else crafted for me on his command. But the interior...well, I doubt the tailors typically worked with such things.
"Suzanne...have you ever considered the future?" Will cut into the steak before him, his eyes wandering the room. My head titled, wondering what bothered him. His eyes were usually boring into me, reading and enjoying my soul. Today...was William West nervous?
"I'm still coping with the trauma of the paycheck to paycheck lifestyle." I had a pasta dish in front of me. Wonderful, as always. After being immersed for so long, I don't know if I could ever eat a can of Spaghetti-Os again. "It doesn't leave much foresight beyond knowing if I'll be able to pay my bills this month."
"You've had to think about it. Your hopes, your dreams. Do you desire to be your own woman...or would you be happy being the confidant of the ruler?"
I shook my head. William West didn't do philosophy lightly. "...I don't know. After I got out of high school, I went to college because that's what you did. After college, I was scooped up by your firm. I'm just trying to find my way as it comes, Will. Not everyone has the burning ambition to rule the world."
The hum in my panties continued. He noticed I was getting too coherent for him, and spiked me with a twist of his fingers. I managed to let out my moan as a subtle breath, resisting him, trying not draw attention to him having me by the labia. He simply grinned, and used a finger to rub his chin. "Suzanne...tell me, where do you want to be in five years?"
"...Is this a job interview, Will?" My eyes stayed close, both enjoying and fighting his sinful motives. I pushed an eyelid open, hoping to spot where he was keeping the control, but sleight of hand appeared to be one of his hidden talents. "I thought I was already hired."
"Maybe I'm considering you for a promotion."
"Five years..." I swallowed. I had thoughts...Oh no...was this it? "Will...I..."
"I'll tell you where I see myself in five years, Suzanne." He clicked the device up a notch, the humming a bit more intense across my tender folds, moving things within me, the parts poking into my clit, forcing me to grip my fork tight. "I see myself as a ruler of the world. A giant that brings both fear and inspiration among the financial industry. On top of those lists in all of the magazines. Those who showed me no respect crushed underfoot."
"Will..." My teeth grit. "We all don't have as figured out as much as you."
"I hardly expect people to do so...but I wasn't done. All of that will pale to who I have behind me. You, my curvy diamond. My wife, the mother of my children, my partner."
Partner? Another notch was kicked up on his hidden hands. The vibrations rose accordingly. Expertly engineered, the only sound was me muffling my own moans, not to be calling out his name in the middle of a crowded restaurant.
He stood, both hands in his pockets, a few graceful steps over me. I looked up to him, managing a smile. He dropped to the knee, and produced a box out of one of his coat pockets, cracking it open. My eyes went wide. "Will...oh...."
Any rich idiot could have bought the biggest diamond they could find and slap it on a ring, and call it romantic. William West was more thoughtful, an expertly crafted silver band, diamonds forged into the piece, sleek yet exquisite. The essence of him, designed just for me, made a little bit bigger than your typical jewelry. "Marry me, Suzanne. Be mine for the rest of our days."
The vibrations rolled through me, assaulting my folds and clit ever so completely, making me shudder with warmth. Backed by the overflowing emotion flowing through me, tears started to well up in my eyes as I bit my lip. The entire place was now looking at me, the scene he had so delicately created rushing through my mind.
Watching me fight orgasm...watching me make the most important decision of my life. Something lingered in me...but if this was all just a fairy tale, there was never any doubt in my response. "Yes, Will...Yes...ooo..."
There was applause in the crowd, but even in all the noise, I was deafened by the click of Will's hand, notching up the device another level. Everything flared within me, as I collapsed onto him, embracing him, bracing on him to fight back the urge to let lust claim me in public.
Will cradled my head, easing his lips to my ear. He commanded, at a whisper. "Come for me...it will appear you are only overtaken by joy."
All I needed was his permission to do just that. I couldn't take any more of the sensations visited upon my clit and pussy, the explos
ion coming over me like a tsunami, my vision going white. My back began to arch, but he was there to hold me, hug me...pet me, make it look as like I was inconspicuously sobbing wildly with happiness, cameras flashing, capturing our moment.
I'd never forget that moment, for reasons both good and bad.
***
My heart never fully rested when I returned to work. As I walked around, shuttling reports, my eyes just kept darting back down to that ring, in all of its glory. An engagement ring. I went from his girlfriend...to a fiance. Like I needed more to make it all seem unreal to me.
"You have a very nice ring. You don't have to keep showing it to me like that." The courier said as I was signing for some packages.
I blushed, hiding my hand. Subconsciously, I kept flashing it off to the poor delivery guy, rubbing my nice thing in his face. "Oh, I'm sorry. Just excited."
I took the box, signed the paper, nodded and let them take off. I dropped it off in the mail room before returning to my desk, leaning back, still riding on that high of the proposal.
"Suzanne Carter, tabloid star." A mousier voice spoke up in the distance and swaggered into my own little office, and threw down a newspaper.
"Hello to you too, Kat." My eyes darted down to the paper.
"Never expected my little Suzie to be on the front page. 'West's Weighty Wedding'. They got a show last night, didn't they?"
"They've been...kinda following us for while. The company's been doing well and they're just looking for some scandal to sink us."
"I shouldn't have to hear about this stuff from the tabloids first, Suzie. Should have told me."
"I thought you'd want to hear the news in person."
Kat started flipping through the paper for me. "Well you're slow about it. If I didn't get my daily dose of gossip from the paper, I would have heard it from all the other girls round the office."
"Oh? What are they saying...?"
"Lots of 'oh how can Mr. West be all over a girl like her', 'I'm prettier', 'blah blah suck enough dick blah blah'"
I recoiled a bit. "...Ouch, Kat..."
"Fuck 'em. Jealous bitches, all of them." She blew up hair out of her face. "Not like the tabloids are treating you much better."
I looked down at the trashy reporting. They'd outed me as a literal nobody, painting me as a slob that somehow seduced Will for his money. They captured me in the most awkward of poses, untouched photos, raw to make me as ugly as possible. To really kick me in the face, this was opposite a page with a beautiful airbrushed model. Ugh.
"Kickers everywhere. 'Girls like Susanne Karter don't typically get men like William West...because of the simple fact they don't deserve them. West should get his head checked because he can do much better'." Kat chewed on her tongue a bit, rolling her eyes.
"...If they're going to bash me, can they at least spell my name right?"
"Don't pay them any mind, Suzie. It's not about you. It's about West, and tearing him down."
I tried to stay calm and get some breathing in. In theory, it should have helped with my anxiety. In practice? Not so much.
Kat placed a hand on my shoulder. "No one who matters is going to judge him or you. Just remember that. If this is what you want, nothing ought to stop you."
Our conversation was suddenly interrupted by an imposing presence. "We have places to be, Suzanne." Will entered my sight, bringing me a slight grin.
"Oh...? You never tell me these things, Will..." I stood and dusted myself off, wanting to look nice for him, unlike the slob the world apparently thought I was.
"I dread to do so, but I owe it to my family to pay them a visit with my recent commitments."
"Family? You never told me about your family, Will..."
"I have my reasons." He glanced at Kat and the tabloid. "Those are full of garbage, Katherine. You know better than that."
"Gotta have my gossip." She snapped back, unconcerned with me taking off across the world again. It was simply the natural course of things at this point.
***
Flying. Being close to William West meant you did it a whole lot. I wasn't the best person to put on a plane. Even after jet setting much of the world with him, I sat in my seat, trying to hold steady, keep my focus off the fact I was in a trembling iron tube thousands of feet above the world.
A top of the line plane, we had a whole compartment of the craft to ourselves, tailored to Will's desires. Food, flatscreens, and much more, but nausea canceled out the first, and focusing on anything was a good way to get motion sickness. I sat in a comfortable chair at his side, himself looking through the business papers. "So...Will... why do you live so far away from the rest of your family?"
He put down the paper, and stared off in the distance for a time.
"I mean, I moved where I went because of that's where the jobs are. You can live wherever you want without question. Why keep them so far?"
"...My sister and I don't get along as siblings should. It's for the best our contact remains minimal."
"What does she do that annoys you so much?"
"Being herself. She has two years on me, and I never heard the end of it of growing up. Listen to big sister, do everything that she says, don't talk back."
I shook my head. "Will, everyone has relationships like that with their siblings. That doesn't mean you cut them out of your life."
"Supposedly. But their siblings don't usually hold legal guardianship over them."
I glared over at him. "You never told me about this, you know."
"It's best forgotten. My parents passed when I was 16, Allison 18. She told me at the time she'd work with me to do what's best for our family and out little sister Tina. This lasted a few weeks, then we got over the grieving and she became a tyrant."
"I'm so sorry, Will..." I shook my head at how little I truly knew of him. The kindness and genuine nature of him was enough...I never felt the need to pry into a past he didn't want to talk about.
"Telling me what school to go to, what to do, obsessed with the family legacy, taking over control of the fortunes our parents left behind for us. She's done well with it, granted, but the less I'm around Ally, the better. I respect her enough to present my marriage, and then I'm fine with not speaking to her for another decade."
"Have you even tried to mend fences, Will?"
"I've considered it...but what could I do to reach out to a wall?"
The jet shook ever so slightly, and I shook my head, trying to keep myself together.
"How are you holding together, Suzanne?"
"Fine, fine. Don't mind me."
I saw that cruel, devious grin form across his lips. "...I know of something that may help you keep your mind off the flight, let you rest easier..."
He leaned over, and ran his soft hand across my cheek, pushing my hair away and caressing me simply. He pulled me over for a kiss, sliding his tongue through my lips, letting them mingle with one another, letting those sparks charge through my mind. The unease of being in an iron tube hurtling through the sky suddenly seemed further away in my mind.
Will's hand ran down over the curves of my body, to my breasts, over the fabric of my traveling dress, forceful enough to let those areola embrace his touch. His hands went to the tie that was holding up the top end, letting it droop and reveal my bra to him, getting closer, making me experience more of his fingers against my skin. A snap of the strap, and there was nothing separating him from giving me the full essence of his flesh against mine.
I never truly figured out why William West wanted a girl like me. I had something a little extra on every curve of my body... society told me I should be ashamed of myself, that I ought to be doing ten miles in the gym every day until I turned into a toothpick. Will for some reason always bucked what society thought of him, reveled in defying the norm... and somehow this led to him liking that I had a few dozen bonus pounds.
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