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

by Adriana Hunter

  He pulled me up to him, his lips on mine, insistent and hard. Almost too hard. I knew he wasn’t drunk but he was rough, holding my arms tightly. I responded to his kiss, but struggled in his grasp. There was a sound of tearing fabric.

  “Enough Chase.” I pulled away, breathing hard. “Enough.”

  Chase was looking down at me, a strange mixture of emotions on his face, with guilt eventually overshadowing the rest. He ran a hand through his hair, messing up the thick strands.

  “I’m sorry, Abby. I’m not sure… I guess bringing up old memories isn’t that easy for me. Let’s leave the rest of this conversation for a different time, okay?”

  He pulled me toward him. I stiffened, but he murmured some comforting noise against my hair, one I suspected he used on recalcitrant fillies. I let him hold me against his chest, his head resting against mine. We stood like that for a long time, his hands gently rubbing my back, me listening to the steady beat of his heart.

  “We really should go.” His voice was soft, the words spoken over my head. He held me away from him.

  “How much damage did I do to the dress?” He turned me around. I peered over my shoulder as he inspected the fabric.

  “Here, there’s a little tear at the back of the sleeve. It’s not noticeable. I don’t think you’re going to lose the sleeve.” He turned me back to face him.

  “Unless I suspend you by your wrists, which I wasn’t planning to do. And if I did, I’d undress you first anyway.” He kissed my forehead.

  “I really am sorry, Abby. Are we okay?”

  I nodded. I thought we were. Or at least I hoped we were.

  ***

  The club was open by the time we arrived. Chase took me in through a back door, down a warren of narrow hallways and through the lounge area. The music from the dance floor was already pounding through the wall and the lounge held a smattering of couples and groups.

  “Chase! About time you show up.” A female voice boomed across the lounge from the direction of Chase’s office. I expected to see a giantess, some flaming-haired Amazon striding across the room. But the woman attached to the voice was a diminutive blonde, barely five feet tall, if at all, with lively blue eyes set in a pixie face.

  Chase leaned down to kiss her cheek. “Midnight Lace is due any minute and I wanted to watch the birth…”

  “But she’s not cooperating? Typical female.” Her bright gaze turned to me, an open look of curiosity on her face.

  Chase’s arm was around my waist, and now he pulled me closer, jostling me with his hip.

  “Abby, I’d like you to meet Stacy, my right hand everything. She’s the glue that holds me together on the weekends. Stacy, this is Abby. She’s my guest for the evening.”

  Stacy extended a delicate hand and I took it, expecting an equally delicate grip. I was surprised when my hand was engulfed in a grip that would have made a rig worker flinch. When she let go I resisted the urge to check for broken bones.

  “Nice to meet you. If you need anything and Chase is busy, just find me. Or ask at the bar if I’m not riding herd out here.” She glanced around the room.

  “I’d better make a tour through the back. We have several of the private rooms booked tonight. The schedule is on your desk. None of those clients are here; I think the first is due in about an hour.”

  “Thanks, Stacy.” Chase kissed her cheek again. She moved off through the crowd, her gazed focused on a couple on the other side of the room, waving a greeting. Chase watched her as she made her way out of the lounge. I wondered what the history was between them, surprised by a sudden pang of jealousy.

  “She’s amazing. I’d be lost without her.”

  “How did you meet her?” I seemed to have no control over my mouth tonight.

  “Stacy? She was a dancer at a different club. I liked her spunk. She takes no guff from anyone.” Chase laughed.

  “I saw her drop a six foot six, two hundred fifty pound guy to the floor once at the dance club. She told me later he’d been ‘inappropriate’ with her during a lap dance. I decided then, if I had a club, I’d want her as the muscle. It’s been a match made in heaven.”

  Chase turned to me, cocking an eyebrow. “I think I see a bit of the green-eyed monster in your very green eyes, Abby.” He leaned down, kissing me quickly.

  “Don’t worry. It’s only the horses you have to be jealous of right now.”

  ***

  I hadn’t really known what to expect from this evening, but it turned out to be very interesting. Chase knew everyone of course, introducing me to people, chatting with many of the members. We stayed mostly in the lounge until almost midnight. The noises from the hall with the public rooms had grown louder. I could hear a crescendo of screams and moans, the smack of something hitting flesh and the definite sound of a whip cracking.

  Chase had left me to go greet one of his private clients. He planted a kiss on my forehead.

  “I’ll be right back. These are very private people. I’d like to get them settled, see what they need. Stacy’s around if you need something. Just ask Jack to find her.” He nodded at the man behind the bar.

  “I’ll be fine. I’m going to wander down there.” I pointed down the hall where I’d gone with Jake the last time I’d been here, following Chase to my first bondage session with him. It seemed like an eternity ago. The noises I was hearing were making me intensely curious; I hoped some of the rooms were public.

  “Okay. I’ll find you when I’m done. Just don’t get invited in to a session. You’re mine now, not to be shared with the rest of the clients.” He ran a possessive hand over my back.

  “In that dress, you are totally fuckable. And that’s my job now, no one else’s.” And then he was gone.

  The first few rooms I went past had the curtains pulled. I could hear noises, had a vague idea of what was happening. In some cases, I longed to twitch the curtain aside just enough to see, but I knew that was bad manners.

  There was a small group outside a room ahead and I stood at the back so if I ended up staring open-mouthed, no one would notice.

  And I was staring open-mouthed as soon as I figured out what was happening.

  A pretty black-haired woman was strapped to a huge X-shaped cross, naked except for nipple clamps and a thick spiked dog collar and a coat of red lipstick that made her lips stand out against her pale skin. She was covered in a film of sweat, red marks on her thighs and stomach.

  As I watched, a naked man came into view, a black leather whip in his hand, trailing behind him like a lightly coiled snake. He asked her a question; she responded. My mouth dropped open further as he turned and I got a look at his erect cock, standing away from his body, hard and long. He held her chin in his hand, kissing her roughly. I could see her leaning after him as he pulled away, obviously hungry for more.

  It made me think of Jake, my dominant, so obviously aroused during our sessions. And I thought of myself during our sessions, how I hungered for his touch, even the sting of pain, aching for more.

  The man stepped back and paused. Then the whip flashed out, the tip striking the woman with a loud crack. She jerked, and I yelped. The man standing in front of me turned, his finger to his lips. I nodded, chastised.

  I looked at the woman closely; her head was back, mouth open, a look of pure ecstasy on her face. The whip cracked again, hitting her in a glancing stroke at the top of one pale thigh. She cried out, her hips thrusting forward, pulling against her wrist and ankle restraints.

  Again and again, the whip cracked, lashing against the woman’s body, inching higher and higher on her legs. My own body jerked with each crack of the whip, imagining what it must be like for the woman: wondering how high the whip would strike, the pleasure experienced from each bite of the whip against her tender flesh.

  “Martin is an expert a whip.” The soft voice in my ear made me jump. I felt Chase’s body behind me, his hands on my ass. I pushed back against him and he slid his hands around to the front of my body, caressing the
tops of my thighs, the very same places where the woman on the cross was being hit with the whip.

  I could feel his erection pressed against my ass and I shamelessly arched my back, my hips undulating against Chase’s body, rubbing my body hard against him.

  “Gets you hot, doesn’t it?” He nuzzled my ear, his tongue flicking along my neck. His lips pressed against my skin; I was certain he could feel my pulse pounding against his mouth.

  I nodded. More than anything, right then, I wanted Chase, hard. I turned my head, looking up at him.

  “Is there some place we can go?”

  “Follow me.”

  ***

  The room was small and dark, up a narrow set of stairs at the back of the club. I had my arms around Chase’s neck before he’d thumbed the lock, hands tugging at his hair, my tongue against his lips, body pressed hard against his. As I pulled him closer I felt the rip of fabric as the tear in my dress grew bigger. But I didn’t care.

  Chase had his hands beneath my dress, pulling the material aside, fingers working beneath the edges of my thong. There was another rending of fabric and my pussy was exposed, the thong disappearing into the gloom and from my mind. He pushed me hard up against the wall with a resounding thud. I slid one leg up his body, wrapping it around his waist.

  In the tight space between our bodies, he made quick work of the zipper and button on his jeans, grunting as he freed his cock from the confines of his pants.

  There was no ceremony; he was in me quickly, holding me against his body, thrusting hard and fast. Our mouths were locked together in a vicious kiss, breath rasping between our lips as he drove himself into me over and over.

  I came so quickly, pulling Chase against me as hard as I could, clinging to him as my hips thrust forward violently, my head hitting the wall as I broke away from his mouth, a harsh scream coming from somewhere far inside me.

  Chase dug his fingers into the soft flesh of my ass, pulling me even closer, thrusting deeply into me as he came with me, the urgency of his thrusts spurring on my own climax.

  Our eyes were locked and even in the dim light I could see the raw animal passion in his eyes. It brought on a fresh wave of something inexplicably primal from deep inside.

  We stayed locked together after we were finished. I didn’t want to let go of Chase and when he tried to pull out of me, I clutched at him. We finally slid to the floor, where he cradled me on his lap, stroking my hair.

  “Oh, Abby. What am I going to do with you?” I heard the rumble of his soft laugh against my ear.

  “You drive me wild, like no one ever has.” He tipped my face up to his, his kiss tender on my bruised lips.

  “Let’s go home, Abby.”

  ***

  Chase took me back to his condo. In his bedroom, he undressed me slowly; taking care with what little was left to remove, in the dim light filtering through the curtains. He laid me gently on his bed, planting soft kisses on my body, lighting a fire with each brush of his lips against my skin.

  The rest of the night with Chase was heaven. It was a long slow dance, led by Chase, me following willingly, everything slow and easy, every movement giving immense pleasure. Never had anything felt so good, so right.

  “Chase…” We were lying in shared bliss, tangled in the sheets and each other’s arms and legs. My head was resting in the now-familiar spot on his chest, his arm around my shoulder, his body warm beneath my hands. Our mingled scents rose from the sheets, warm and sensual.

  “What, darling?” His fingers lazily stroked my hair, brushing damp tangles away from my forehead.

  “What is this we have? Where do you see this going?” I knew I was playing with a different kind of fire. But I knew it was Saturday; images of Jake had risen unbidden in my mind.

  Lying in Chase’s arms, I felt torn and I didn’t like the feeling. My mind was looking for the logical, the facts of the matter. How did Chase feel? Was I deluding myself, again, that he might love me? God knows you’re capable of making things up, Abby.

  His fingers hesitated, briefly tensing against my hair. Then they resumed their lazy movement.

  “You’re looking for something I don’t think I can give you, Abby. I told you, the only filly who has my heart right now is Celeste. You’re a close second.”

  He shifted, rolling me on my back, propping himself on one elbow. The look in his eyes was serious, but soft, distant memories clouding his gaze. If they were storm clouds, I couldn’t tell.

  “There’ve been very few women I could say I loved. I’ve liked a hell of a lot of them, some quite a bit. But the one who I loved the best, didn’t love me back. Or didn’t love me enough, maybe. Hard to know. She’s not around anymore to ask.”

  Chase rolled on his back, one arm flung across his eyes. I leaned over, watching his face as best I could in the shadows.

  “There are memories from my past that I’m not ready to face, even with you. You asked me once if I hid behind whips and chains and you were more right than I wanted to admit. I hide at the ranch. I can be busy there, wear myself out riding horses, breaking them, taking care of them. It keeps me from spending too much time in the past.”

  Chase turned to me. In the dim light I thought I saw the glimmer of tears in his eyes. But I didn’t touch him, didn’t think that’s what he wanted.

  “When I asked you to come to the ranch, to stay there, I mean, it was that for the first time, I was able to relax, not constantly try to work myself to exhaustion so I would be so tired I couldn’t think.”

  I did reach out a finger, tracing the contours of his cheek. I felt the dampness of a spilled tear. And in that moment, my heart went out to him.

  “I love you, Chase, even if you’re not ready to say the words to me.” The words escaped from my lips without thought and I couldn’t take them back though to my surprise I really didn’t want to. The usual panic that followed closely behind those passionate words was missing and instead I felt relaxed, confident, certain.

  When he pulled me close, I felt a ragged sigh escape his lips.

  “Abby… You’re as close to hearing those words from me as anyone, in a long time. But not just yet. I can’t.”

  “That’s okay,” I replied with a smile and I meant it. The warmth in his eyes, the heat in his gentle touch – it was enough for me. At least for now.

  We lay in each other’s arms, the fading night replaced by the brightening dawn. But it was a long time before either of us fell asleep.

  ***

  I desperately needed a shower and really wanted a nap, but had time for only one and a shower was a requirement before a session. Jake was expecting me late Saturday afternoon and as tired as I was, I didn’t want to cancel.

  My night with Chase had confused me deeply. In the cold light of day, I wasn’t sure what my declaration of love to Chase really meant. Was it the intensity of his emotions that triggered a spontaneous outpouring from me? Did I just feel sorry for him and had that confused with love? Or did I really love him?

  I didn’t know and couldn’t think about it now. As confused and swirling as my emotions were, I was looking forward to my session with Jake. I missed my role as his submissive, the mental energy it took, and the emotional and physical rewards I got from his dominance.

  The tower door was open when I pulled up beneath the portico but Jake wasn’t there to greet me. I got out of the car, walking down the driveway, looking out over the expanse of backyard visible past the end of the house. The bright sun earlier in the day had vanished beneath a lowering bank of clouds. There was that peculiar electric feeling in the air before a storm. It reminded me of the day on the motorcycle with Chase, being caught in the thunderstorm. I shivered involuntarily, hugging myself.

  “Hey, there you are.” I turned. Jake was walking down the drive, shirtless and barefoot in faded blue jeans, tall and confident, his dark hair mussed and sexy. I felt a swell of emotion in my chest, my eyes filling briefly with tears. Turning away, I nodded toward the horizon, at the dar
k clouds building.

  “Looks like something pretty big out there.” I blinked rapidly, hoping Jake hadn’t noticed. My emotions seemed just a bit too close to the surface, too raw from my night with Chase. Maybe tonight isn’t such a good idea.

  Jake wrapped his arms around me, his chin resting on the top of my head.

  “Yeah, it looks to be some pretty intense weather.” We watched the boiling clouds for a moment, moving closer, blotting out more of the sun.

  “The tower room’s one of the best places to be during a storm. You feel like you’re inside the clouds, with the wind and rain all around. I used to sleep out here during really big storms, just for the experience.” He kissed the back of my head.

  “Unless you’re afraid of them, then it’s pretty terrifying.” He turned me around, pulling me against his chest.

  “It’s good to have you here, Abby. I’ve missed you, and this.” His hands were warm and strong against my back, and I felt safe in his embrace. I wasn’t sure what I had to be afraid of, but standing here, with storm clouds on the horizon, I didn’t want to leave his arms.

  Jake held me away from him, looking down at me with those beautiful blue eyes. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d looked up into them.

  “Have you decided what you want to do tonight, Abby? Anything you want to play with?”

  I shook my head. “Not really.” I hesitated, biting my lip. The memory of the black-haired woman at the club flashed through my mind, the whip biting into her skin.

  “Unless you have experience with a whip…”

  Jake laughed. “Sorry, I don’t have any experience with whips. They’ve always frightened me a little. But, I think I can unearth a riding crop. It’s the same, but different. You might find you enjoy it.” He cocked his head at me.

  “Can I ask why a whip?”

  Why indeed? “Just a thought.” I knew I was blushing to the roots of my hair. You’re pushing it here, Abby.