Stripped (Dominated By The Billionaire) Guilty Pleasures #2 - BBW Erotic Romance

by Adriana Hunter

  I leaned down, my mouth on his, my tongue flicking over his lips, brushing against his, moaning softly against him. Jake began moving beneath me, his hips rising and falling, the delicious length of his cock filling me.

  We were moving faster, each of us now urgent in our desire to return to the familiar, to the feeling of our bodies working tougher as one, the delicious melding that we’d experienced before.

  I sat back at one point, riding him hard, my hands on his narrow waist, loving being in control, grinding down on his hips with my body. Jake was holding my hips, his fingers digging in slightly, as his hips rose beneath me.

  Eventually, he shifted, bracing his feet on the bed, changing the angle of his thrusts into me. I could feel his thighs brushing against my ass, his movements making the bed shake. He was grunting with each stroke, almost a sound of frustration.

  “Abby…oh, god.” There was a subtle shift in momentum between us; I was ready to let him take over, have control.

  I rolled over, keeping Jake inside me, wanting him to use me for his pleasure and take me along for the ride. I pulled my legs wide, letting him thrust as hard as he wanted, needed, into me. He spread his legs, bracing his thighs against mine, arms on either side of my shoulders.

  He was breathing hard, his eyes locked on my face with that intense and penetrating gaze I loved. I reached up, stroking his face and he turned his head, kissing the palm of my hand, closing his eyes.

  Jake came with such suddenness I think surprised both of us. There was a brief moment where he hung in the balance between holding back and letting go and then he was making short sharp jabs into me, his hips pivoting from side to side, his warmth filling me. He buried his head on my shoulder as his body continued moving, spurts and twitches inside me.

  I rolled up to meet him, my body pulling at him, wanting him deeper inside me. My hips were grinding up against him, my legs almost wrapped around his shoulders when I came. I felt like I could be split open, taking him so far inside me. There seemed no end to the waves of pleasure that ran through me. The blood was pounding in my head; my ears filled with the sound of it, of my voice and of Jake’s, his muffled against my neck.

  It was a long time later when Jake lifted his head, brushing the hair back from my forehead. He kissed the end of my nose, smiling down at me.

  “So much for the dinner reservations.” He rose up on one elbow.

  “Your nose is sunburned. You must have gotten some sun over the weekend.”

  I felt myself blush, hoping the dark would hide it or it looked like the flush of passion.

  “Um…yeah, a little bit. Are you hungry? We could order pizza, if you like.”

  We did order pizza, sitting cross-legged in my bed, seemingly unable to leave the comfort of the tangled sheets and blankets.

  It was a long time before we slept. Jake took me again, slowly, our initial appetites sated, but a deep lingering hunger was still there. It seemed we couldn’t get enough of each other, and we spent most of the night locked in some kind of embrace. We eventually fell asleep in an exhausted tangle of arms and legs.

  My alarm went off much too soon. I couldn’t afford to miss any more work and this was Jake’s first day back in the office. We took a brief but highly sensual shower together, got dressed and parted ways on the street.

  “I’ll call you later.” Jake kissed me hard, leaving me at my car, sprinting off down the street to his, parked at the curb. I saw him pull a parking ticket from under the wiper and stuff it in his pocket. Lucky he didn’t get towed.

  I was in a foggy state of sleep deprivation and general confusion at work. I stumbled through several client meetings, managed not to upset my boss too badly and finally collapsed in my office chair after lunch. I was just attempting to sort through my email, listening to voice mails. There was one from Jake which made me blush, asking me for a session on Saturday. I was just picking up the phone to call him when it rang. I pulled my hand back, startled.

  “Hello, beautiful girl. How are you today? I’ve missed you.” Chase.

  “I’m fine. Busy. It’s been a hectic day. You know, Monday and all.”

  Chase laughed softly. I could imagine what it sounded like, when I had my head on his chest, the way it rumbled beneath my ear. “Abby, you do realize today is Tuesday. You must really be having a bad day if it’s a Monday all over again.”

  I cringed, shaking my head. “My brain is all scattered today. Yes, it’s Tuesday. I know that.” Stop talking, Abby, just stop now.

  “I’d like to see you again this weekend. Come up on Friday, stay until Sunday. That old tom cat you’ve got can do without you for the whole weekend, can’t he?”

  I had the fleeting thought that he was talking about Jake, but realized he actually meant my cat. But I also remembered Jake wanted a session on Saturday. Oh, crap.

  But I wanted to see Jake, wanted a session with him. I missed that part of our relationship, not just him. I took a deep breath.

  “I have plans for this weekend, Chase. I’ll have to take a rain check.” I closed my eyes, hoping he wouldn’t ask me for details. I wasn’t awake enough to do any mental gymnastics at the moment.

  There was silence on the other end of the line. “I see. Okay. How about dinner at my condo on Friday, say seven? If you like, you can come to the club with me, not as a sub, but as my guest. You might enjoy the surroundings a little more this time. Take in the ambience, so to speak.”

  I let out a mental sigh of relief. The thought of going to the club was interesting, something I thought I’d like now that I’d gotten my feet wet, so to speak.

  “Yes, that’s a great idea. Dinner and the club.”

  “You’ll be home, safe in your own bed by Saturday morning. I promise not to tie you up and leave you there, as a captive.” There was the briefest pause, in which my mind leapt to all sorts of wild conclusions. And then he laughed again, Chase’s warm laugh, making me smile.

  “You’re only allowed to tie me up in public, Chase, not in private. I don’t think I trust you enough yet.”

  There was a smile in his voice. “I agree. You never know what I have up my sleeve.”

  He left me again with explicit directions to his condo. After I hung up, I rested my head on my desk. What the hell are you doing? You’ve never managed one relationship successfully, much less juggling two men at the same time.

  ***

  I called Jake back, setting a session for Saturday afternoon, late. We talked a bit about what we’d explore this time.

  “Do you have anything you want to try? Something you’ve been wanting to experience?”

  My mind was still foggy. “I’ll think about it and let you know. Right now, I’m sleep deprived.”

  “Same here. But it’s for a good reason. When I was traveling I didn’t sleep well. I thought about you, wished you were there with me.”

  I blinked. “I missed you too, Jake.” But I couldn’t tell him that I hadn’t thought about him at night. That tiny fractured piece of guilt still resided in my heart, that I had something I didn’t want to tell Jake.

  I hung up the phone. All I wanted was a hot shower and my bed. As luck would have it, there was a knock on my door. Leslie was standing in the doorway.

  “Hey, Abby. You look like three kinds of crap.”

  “Thanks, Leslie. I feel like three kinds of crap.”

  She sat down. “Late night with Chase?”

  I shook my head. “Late night, early morning with Jake. He’s back in town.”

  “Oh. Wow. And? Did you tell him about Chase?”

  I shook my head. “No, and I don’t have a reason to. We have this no-strings-attached relationship…but...” I sunk my head into my hands. “I feel guilty.”

  Leslie nodded her head. “Yeah, I’ve heard that. So if you have this open kind of thing, why the guilt?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe because Jake’s the first guy in a long time who seems to love me? I mean really, truly loves me. And I don’t want to hurt
him.”

  Leslie sat forward. “You feel guilty because you love him back, don’t you?”

  There it was. Did I? I didn’t know. I dropped my head onto the desk.

  “Or…do you love Chase?”

  Without lifting my head, I answered. “I don’t know. Chase asked me to live with him at the ranch though.”

  I heard Leslie exhale. “No? Really? Holy shit. When it rains it pours. Did he tell you he loves you, as well?”

  I looked up from the desk. “No. That he did not.”

  “Well, thank God for small favors, right?” Leslie smiled. I said nothing.

  Her smile immediately faded. “Oh, no. Him too? You love both of them, don’t you.” It wasn’t a question; it was a statement.

  “Leslie, right now I’m too tired to even know my middle name. Ask me on a different day, after I’ve had some sleep and maybe I’ll be able to make sense of it all.” I dropped my head back onto the desk with a thud.

  It wasn’t just my mind that was exhausted from running through the countless thoughts that refused to let me rest. Every scenario imaginable, every choice, every ending; every string of thought played out like a line of paper dolls, whispering through the air, pulled by invisible strings in an unstoppable charade of shadowy figures. These players in my life, the two men that now dominated much more than my body, they controlled my every thought… I couldn’t run from them. I had to make sense of all that I was feeling once and for all.

  Even if it meant finally losing all control and surrendering my heart.

  ***

  Dinner with Chase; date at the club. My mind, as usual, was overwhelmed with what to wear. On Thursday night, I dug out the box of clothing Jake had sent over for our first time at Chase’s club. I didn’t want to wear the same outfit; for one, I’d have felt ridiculous having dinner in a leather corset and crotch-length zip-back leather skirt. Besides, the lace-patterned stockings never made it back home with me.

  I dumped the box out on my bed. The cat sniffed cautiously at the strange collection of man-made fibers and then curled up on top of a pair of leather pants I’d discarded. After much rummaging and muttering, I found a black dress, long, with a slit up the side that ended somewhere near my waist. The sleeves were loose and flowing, but the bodice and torso fit me like a glove.

  Standing in front of the mirror, with my highest heels on, I was actually pleased with the look. The leg that was visible looked eight miles long. The only problem was what to wear underneath. All my lingerie showed, except for one tiny black thong hidden in the bottom of my lingerie drawer. That would have to do. Part of me felt totally exposed, a good gust of wind and I’d have no secrets.

  But a bigger part of me liked that feeling. Daring is not a word usually found in my vocabulary, but I really wanted to wear this dress. I wanted to wear it for Chase.

  It would take me through dinner without feeling like I was in costume and it wouldn’t look out of place at the club. I didn’t think Chase was going to strip me down and tie me up again, even though the memory of him doing just that sent a tingle down my spine. It seemed more like I’d be playing hostess to his host.

  I shook my head. You’re thinking for other people, Abby. Just relax.

  Chase’s condo was in an upscale part of the city. Again, he’d given impeccable directions and I arrived unscathed, but very early. I rang the buzzer, waited and rang it again. There was a muffled curse on the other side of the door and then Chase was there at the open door, shirtless and barefoot, in just jeans. His hair was damp along the edges, a bit unruly, totally sexy.

  “Abby, sorry. I’m running late. Come in.” He held the door, ushering me inside, reaching for my coat.

  “One of the fillies is due to foal any minute and she looked like she was going to drop it today. But, as fillies are prone to do, she didn’t. I wanted to…” he stopped in mid-sentence.

  He was holding my coat in his hands, forgotten, his eyes traveling over my body, lingering on certain parts…cleavage, long legs, back to cleavage.

  “You wanted to? What did you want to do?” I took a step forward, my hand on his chest. I could feel his heart thudding beneath my fingers.

  “I have no idea.” His voice was low, that honeyed-whiskey voice that drives me wild. He pulled me against him, coat discarded on the floor. His lips found mine, all single-minded passion. His hands were at my back, sliding down to cup my ass. His fingers moved to the side of the dress with the slit. I felt a hesitation in his kiss as his hand found the edge of the dress, moving beneath to explore the naked skin of my leg, heading further inside, heading toward my ass.

  He looked at me, one brow cocked. “Abby, you’re not wearing any panties.” His smile was slow, sensuous.

  “I’m shocked.” He was looking at me as if I were the appetizer before a full course meal.

  “You? Shocked? Never…and I am wearing some. See if you can find them.” I pulled him back down to me, renewing our kiss. His hand continued exploring beneath the dress, fingers skating over my skin, his fingers sliding into the cleft, briefly snapping the elastic of the thong. I jumped.

  “Ah…bingo.” He smiled down at me. “You really are full of surprises, aren’t you?” He attempted to kiss me again but I held him at arm’s length.

  “Don’t you have a club to get to? And dinner?” I pretended to pout, trying hard to look put-upon and not as aroused as I really felt.

  He sighed dramatically. “Ah, yes, my lady.” He bowed, waving me toward the dining room table.

  “Just let me finish getting dressed. I’ll be just a minute. Make yourself comfortable. Drinks are over there…” he waved his hand at a bar in the corner of the dining room before disappearing down the hall.

  Chase’s condo was a surprise. I’d expected a version of his ranch; warm woods, stone, maybe brick. But this was all sleek gray walls, dark cherry-wood floors and lots of deep blue fabric at the windows and as pillows on the cream colored furniture. It all looked new and shiny. I remembered Chase saying he only was here on the weekends, when he was at the club.

  I found a bottle of wine among the liquor, pouring myself a glass. The view from the living room windows was beautiful, the setting sun casting long shadows, the lights of the high-rises looking like stars set in the glass and steel buildings.

  Chase’s reflection in the glass caught my eye. He was standing behind me, looking out over my shoulder.

  “As beautiful as this is, I’d trade it any day for the view from the back porch.” His hands were on my shoulders and I leaned back against him. He smelled clean and spicy; I inhaled deeply.

  “Come on. Let’s eat. I am really making us run late. Stacy will open the club, but I like to be there to greet some of the guests in person.”

  He led me to the dining room, holding out a chair. The table was some kind of black stone.

  “What is this?” I ran my hand over the surface. It wasn’t marble, but not hewn stone either.

  “Industrial concrete.” Chase set a big salad bowl on the table, brimming with tomatoes and spring greens, peppers and slices of purple onion. He continued talking as he moved back and forth between the kitchen and the table.

  “The previous owner had it made in place and it’s too big to get out the door. Apparently that wasn’t well planned by the designer.”

  Poached salmon appeared next, along with a bowl of new potatoes. He pulled out a chair and sat down.

  “Here, give me your plate. I hope you like salmon; it’s one thing I can make by myself.”

  “I do. It smells delicious.” Chase served me a portion of salmon, adding potatoes and salad, handing me back a heaping plate.

  “So I ended up decorating around the table. It was easier than trying to have it demolished and removed.”

  “It’s very different from the ranch.” I bit into the salmon, done to perfection, buttery and delicately seasoned with dill and lemon.

  “It is, but it suits me when I’m at the club. I like to keep the two parts of
my life a bit separate. I dress differently, this place is different. I don’t feel quite as homesick for the ranch if there’s nothing here to really remind me of it. It’s like having an office. It’s nice, you like it, but you wouldn’t want to live there, at least not all the time. Still, it’s better than a hotel room. And Rachel sometimes sends care packages of food from home.”

  We ate in silence for a time, enjoying the food.

  “Chase, can I ask you a question?” Something had been buzzing around in the back of my mind.

  “Sure, darling. Always. Anything you want to know.”

  “Do you have a submissive now?” I took a drink of wine, amazed at myself. Direct and to the point tonight, aren’t we?

  He raised his eyebrows. “No, I don’t. I haven’t had one in, oh, maybe a year or more.” He was quiet for a moment, his eyes faraway. It took him a minute to come back from wherever that memory had taken him.

  “Are you interested in being my sub?” He looked at me over the rim of his wineglass.

  I hesitated just long enough to make Chase smile. But I shook my head. “No. I want to stay with Jake. I wondered though, if you didn’t have one, why? Or, if you did, where you had play scenes.”

  “I see. Jake’s still interested in being a Dom then? Good for him. I don’t have a sub right now for a lot of reasons. For one, I don’t have time to devote to a relationship.” He stood, gathering up the dinner plates, taking them to the kitchen.

  I had the sense I’d crossed a line, but if I wanted to know what potential this relationship had, I wanted to know it now.

  He came back to the table, pulling his chair around close to me, swinging one long leg over the seat, straddling the back.

  “The rest of the story: I had a sub, someone I really cared about. But something happened…and the relationship ended.” He took a drink from my wine glass.

  He swirled the pale liquid around in the glass. “You picked a nice vintage here. I like this one. Fresh, but with a bit of bite in it.” He swallowed the rest.

  “It’s a lot like you, Abby. You’ve turned out to have quite a bit of bite in you as well.” He stood, pushing the chair to the side.