Love's Leash (Issy's Tale): (A Billionaire, BDSM, BBW naughty romance) (Curvy Maids Book 2)

by Jordan, Renee

  I wanted to leave, but I just couldn't seem to move. Maybe he would close the door when he realized I wasn't going to stay.

  “You need to clean it,” he said, shoving it back into my hands, his voice strong and deep. “With your tongue.”

  “What?”

  “Lick it clean,” he ordered. I shivered; he was so stern.

  It took all my effort to defy him. “No.”

  He seized me by the shoulders and pulled me in. I could have fought, but I didn't. An excited thrill went through me as he shoved me into his living room, my hand clenched around the dirty butt plug. I noticed the hook in the ceiling and remember the leash attached to my nipple rings dangling from there.

  I squeezed my thighs together.

  “Are you going to clean the butt plug you dirtied?”

  “You'll just have to make me,” I said, staring into his eyes. I wasn't afraid of him.

  He grinned. “You are such a magnificent woman. You waste your time with Francois.” He sat down on his chair then pulled me over his lap.

  “What are you doing?” I demanded, squirming, his thick cock pressing into my stomach—that's what I needed. Why couldn't Francois have just made love to me? Then I could resit my weak bodies urges.

  “I'm going to spank you like the disobedient child you are acting like.”

  “What? You are not!”

  He pulled my skirt up, his strong hand squeezing my panty-covered ass. “I told you to wear thongs.”

  “I'm not yours! This is what Francois wants me to wear.”

  He chuckled, ripping my panties down. “No. I think that is more what Francois wants.” He squeezed my naked ass. “Wouldn't you agree?”

  I didn't answer him.

  Crack!

  Pain burned through my ass from his hard spanking and I gasped out, “One, thank you, sir,” without thinking.

  He laughed again.

  His hand rose and fell, shame and lust burning through me, mixing with the pain stinging my rear and the itch in my pussy. I squirmed on his lap, his hard cock pressing into me. I needed that so much. I was so bad. I deserved to be spanked.

  “Are you going to clean my butt plug?” he demanded.

  “No!”

  Smack!

  I yelped, gasping the count, as more pain burned through me. His slaps were growing harder, the pain swelling inside me. I was strong, but I could feel the tears brimming on my eyes. The pain grew more intense with every spank.

  “This stops when you start cleaning,” he promised.

  I so wanted to obey him, to submit to his whim. It wasn't the pain. Well, not entirely. There was just something so sexy about submitting to this man. I bet if I licked the butt plug he'd fuck me with that hard cock until we were both screaming our pleasure.

  Crack!

  I eyed the butt plug in my hand, licking my lips.

  Smack!

  It moved closer to my lips. It was so disgusting to even think of doing this.

  Crack!

  So humiliating. That had been in my ass.

  Smack!

  I licked it, shuddering on his lap at the sour flavor. My body flexed, my thighs squeezing together.

  I submitted to him.

  My orgasm shuddered through me.

  I sucked the plug into my mouth, muffling my moans as I bucked on him. Hot warmth flooded my thighs as my passion burst out of me. I pushed more of the plug into my mouth, eager to clean it for him. I tasted my sour ass, degrading myself for him.

  “That's it! Submit, slut!” his hand stroked my burning ass. “So wonderful. You are just a magnificent creature. Be mine.”

  I couldn't.

  He seized me, lifting me up until I straddled him, the plug still in my lips. He ripped it out, throwing it to the side. He pushed his strong hands into my corset, pulling out my breasts and tugging on my nipple rings.

  His dark eyes bored into me, reaching through to touch my soul. “I want you to be mine fully.”

  “No. I love him.”

  His fingers squeezed my tit. “He'll make you unhappy.”

  “He won't.” I leaned in, my passions burning hot. “Please, fuck me, sir. I need your thick, Black cock in me.”

  “Fine!” he growled. “Pull out my cock and ride me, slut! Unless you really love him.”

  I did. I really loved Francois. But my pussy burned to have a cock in me. I hadn't felt one since last week. I had never gone so long since I popped my cherry. I shoved his pants down, pulling out his thick, Black cock.

  I'm sorry, Francois. I do love you.

  I'm just weak.

  I sank myself down on him, throwing back my head in satisfaction. That is what I needed. A nice, thick cock filling me. I rose up, squeezing down on his girth, then I slammed back down, my clitoris rubbing against him. The chair creaked as I rode him, my hips moving faster and faster.

  He buried his face in my tits, sucking and licking, grunting as I rode him. His hands found my burning ass, squeezing them. The sudden pain urged me go faster, fucking him as I hard as I could. I grew angry at myself. At him. I shouldn't have to do this. I shouldn't be betraying Francois.

  “You like my pussy?”

  “Yes!” he groaned. “As much as you love my big, Black cock! You can't resist it.”

  “I can't!” I gasped, throwing my head back. My orgasm was swelling quick.

  I ground my clitoris into him every time I dropped down on him, shuddering as I grew closer and closer to cumming. Our lips met. He possessed me, holding me tight as he thrust up into me. We rutted hard, heaving together. It was the farthest thing from love making. Primal and visceral. We were both just eager to climax.

  He came first. Wonderful heat flooded me. I slammed down on him, savoring his grunts and the way his strong hand squeezed my burning ass. I rubbed my clitoris into his pubic bone, sparks flying inside me.

  I shuddered as I climaxed.

  My pussy milked his thick cock as rapture flooded me. I collapsed into his strong chest, moaning into his lips. Finally, I had the release I had been aching for all week. Why did it have to be with Mr. Curtis?

  “You are wonderful,” he gasped, breaking our kiss.

  He held me on his lap as we both breathed hard. I knew this was only the beginning. He would use me more tonight. And I would let him. I was just so weak.

  Chapter Ten

  I felt closer and closer to Mr. Chevalier as the weeks past. Tuesday through Saturday, I barely saw him. He was a busy, rich man, often flying off to all parts of the world, leaving me with the easy job of keeping his condo clean.

  But then there was Saturday.

  No clothes, strutting my plump body before the hunky Frenchman's gaze, growing more and more wet as his dark, brooding eyes watched me, drinking in every jiggle of my heavy breasts and every flash of my pussy as I bent over between my chubby thighs. My heart would be faster and faster as he feasted on me.

  And then, when our lusts were boiling over, he would watch me masturbate. I would gasp and moan, working whichever sex toy he gave me in and out of my holes, performing for him as he watched and stroked his hard cock.

  Then afterwards, I would go home with Mr. Curtis. I felt dirty every time, but I just couldn't fight the Black billionaire's demands. My body just wanted to submit to him, to let him tie me up and discipline my ample figure.

  I couldn't tell anyone what I was up to. I felt so terrible for cheating on Francois. I couldn't even open up to my best friend. Thankfully, she was getting so caught up in planning her wedding and expanding her business that she didn't notice the turmoil I was suffering.

  Which wasn't completely fair to her since I had moved out and we both had been so busy. I had found my own apartment as fast as I could, giving her and Mr. Draven the privacy to play their BDSM games without fear of me walking in on them. Well, it was more my fear of catching them than the other way around.

  The last month had passed in a blink of an eye and I hoped that this was the Saturday that Mr. Chevalier w
ould finally give in and take me. Than I wouldn't have to turn to Mr. Curtis for satisfaction afterwards.

  “I'm not going to go home with Mr. Curtis,” I promised myself as I stared at myself in the foggy mirror, fresh from the shower. I told myself this same thing every Saturday. I only wished I could hold out against my lust and not submit to him and stay faithful to my French billionaire.

  I stared at my cute, chubby face in the foggy mirror, my blonde hair falling wet about my shoulders. Why couldn't I stay away from Mr. Curtis? What was it about the Black man that was so impossible to resist? Why did my body have to betray me so?

  Why couldn't Francois unleash that same passion with me?

  Why did Mr. Curtis have to be so handsome?

  My phone rang, blaring Skynyrd's Freebird. I smiled, wiggling my hips to the Southern rock and grabbed my phone. “Hey, Zera. How's the Riviera?”

  “Amazing,” she giggled. “OMG, Issy, but it's just wonderful here. We're having so much fun!”

  “You're lucky. Francois never takes me anywhere.”

  “He will,” she answered. “Just be patient and wait for him to be madly in love with you.”

  “Yeah,” I sighed. “He's just so deep. Sometimes I wonder if I really can reach him.”

  “Just keep at it. You're going over to serve him today, right?”

  “Course I am! I'm gonna work my naked body and drive him wild, as usual!”

  “That's awesome! He won't resist. You'll win his heart. I've seen how he looks at you.”

  I smiled, my heart bubbling. “You always make me feel better.”

  “That's why I'm the greatest best friend ever and I'm wearing my best friend crown right now.”

  “Did you steel my crown?” I laughed.

  “Borrowed it.”

  I padded out of the bathroom into my bedroom and picked up the cheap, plastic crown I had ever since grade school and plopped it on my head. “I'm afraid I'm wearing the crown now.”

  Zera laughed. “You brought that with you from home?”

  “You bet your plump ass I did. I love this crown.” An idea popped into my head. “I'm going to be the princess maid today!”

  “As you wish!” Zera said in an overly long and dramatic fashion.

  I blinked. “What?'

  “You know, from the Princess Bride. That's what you sound like. The Princess Maid.”

  “I never saw that one,” I admitted.

  “Maybe you and Francois could watch it.”

  I shook my head. “No. He wouldn't like something like that.” I bet Mr. Curtis would. “That movie sounds...”

  “Fun?”

  I let out a snort of laughter. “I was going to say unrefined.”

  “It's definitely that.” Zera sighed. “Listen, I got to go. We're having dinner at this amazing restaurant. Or, at least, that's what Mr. Draven says.”

  “Have fun.”

  “You, too. Work that bod and make Francois love you.”

  I smiled and hung up my phone. Then I set about making myself beautiful for my billionaire. I had to style my hair, taming my golden strands into something cute and fun framing my face. I put on my face, as my ma always called it, and anointed myself with this wonderful perfume Mr. Curtis gave me, adding a dab between my ample breasts and another on my shaved vulva.

  It burned on my pussy, sending a warmth through me that hardened my fat nipples.

  I slipped in my nipple piercings, giving them a tug, and rolled up my thigh-high stockings, white today, and clipped them to a garter belt. I didn't bother with panties. Francois would just have me take them off. I pulled on a pair of three inch pumps and plopped my crown on my blonde curls.

  “I am a sexy, princess maid,” I purred to my reflection.

  I grabbed my purse and slipped out of my apartment. I took a cab to Francois's building. I loved the way the driver kept glancing in his mirror, staring at my ample cleavage—he thought I was sexy, too. I slipped him a ten for the tip and climbed out, striding into the austere lobby of his building.

  My excitement grew as the elevator ascended. I was always giddy to see him. My hunky, dreamy Frenchman. I used my key to slip into his condo, setting my purse down on the little end table as I walked in, my heels clicking on the marble floor.

  “Mr. Chevalier,” I called out.

  Mr Chevalier swept out of his bedroom in only a pair of dark-blue pajama pants, his tan chest rippling as he walked. His lips curled in a slight smile at the sight of me, his dark eyes roaming my body. I walked to the minibar and poured him his brandy, handing the snifter to him. As he swirled the amber liquid, I began to undress.

  “What is that ridiculous thing on your head?” he asked as I undid the lacings of my corset.

  I froze. “It's my princess crown. I'm a princess maid today!”

  “Take it off. You look foolish.”

  “Yes, sir,” I whispered. I fought back the tears as I reached up to take off the crown and set it on his couch.

  “Much better. You do not need that silly thing. You are a radiant rose without it.”

  I forced a smile. “You're right, sir.”

  “Continue undressing. Let me admire you in all your wondrous perfection, my sexy, slutty maid.”

  My cheeks reddened. My hands found the lacings of the bodice, relaxing my uniform's built-in corset. His eyes lit up as my heavy breasts spilled out and some of my hurt vanished. A sway entered my hips as I worked the dress off of me, dropping it to a pile on the floor. I held my hands up above my head, grinning as rotated my hips in only my heels and stockings.

  “Ma belle rose,” he groaned. “Vous piquez toujours mon âme avec vos épines passionnés.”

  Spurred by his eyes and his delicious French, I began my cleaning. I kept my hips swaying, my body dancing to the music of my soul. Even without my crown, I was a princess maid in my mind, beautiful and graceful. My excitement grew as I teased my billionaire, making sure he could see all my jiggles.

  Normally, I would clean half his condo before his lust finally had the best of him.

  Not today.

  I was on my knees, wiping up a spill on his floor—he had “accidentally” spilled his brandy—using a sponge to sop up the amber liquid. I put on a show, making sure I had my cute, plump rear pointed at my hunky Frenchman, teasing him with flashes of my sex between my chubby thighs.

  I heard his knees drop behind me, his strong hands squeezing my plumpness. I groaned as warmth burned through me. He didn't normally touch me so early. He loved to watch me pleasure myself, jerking himself off. If I was lucky, he would finish in my mouth. Though it was so wonderfully dirty when he spilled his lust on my body.

  But today, I had inflamed him.

  He entered me. I groaned, pushing back into him. He was so wonderful inside me. I let out a gasp, joy filling my soul. Finally, I had pushed him to the point of taking me. I squeezed down on his girth, pushing back into his thrusts.

  It was just as wonderful as Francois had promised me. Finally I had the release my body craved. I wouldn't need to see Mr. Curtis tonight. I would finally be able to be faithful to Francois. All the waiting had been worth it to finally have my French billionaire in me.

  “Take it, whore!” he groaned. “Such a filthy maid!”

  “Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Take me! Fuck me!”

  My fingers scratched at the hardwood floors as hot pleasure flashed through my body. He drove hard into my liquid depth, waves of bliss rolling through me every time he bottomed out in me. He growled and grunted, a wild beast ravishing me.

  “Francois!” I groaned, my pleasure swelling through me. “Oh, yes! Harder!”

  I came.

  Bliss pummeled my mind. I pushed back on his cock, my pussy convulsing about his thick shaft. I trembled as rapture bathed my body. He was as magnificent a lover as I had hoped and dreamed. My knees buckled and my arms went weak.

  I sprawled to the floor, barely conscious of anything but the pleasure my billionaire had given me.
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br />   “Avez-vous déjà l'orgasme, putain?” he purred, his arms wrapping around my body, lifting me up in his strong arms.

  I wanted to speak, to tell him how much I loved him, but only the wonderful sounds of my pleasure escaped my lips as my climax continued to roil through me. He carried me through the condo to his bedroom and set me down on the cool silk of his sheets.

  His lips found my aching nipples, nipping them, sucking them and pulling at the gold rings piercing my pink nubs. His hands pressed my ample tits together, squeezing them between his face. I squirmed beneath him as a new fire was ignited in my nethers.

  “Francois!” I moaned. “Suck harder!”

  “Dirty maid.” He seized a nipple ring with his teeth, pulling it up, the pain flaring through me as my poor nipple screamed. I grew more wet, liquid heat flooding out of me to stain his bed.

  “Fuck me! I need you in me again!” I burned to feel him.

  “How can I resist your glorious rose,” he groaned, rising over me.

  I smiled up at my handsome Adonis, my hands stroking his hard abs. “Come on, big boy. Make your dirty maid howl!”

  He seized my shoulders and rolled me on my back. His hands stroked down my back to my ass, squeezing me hard. His knees spread my thighs open and then he was in me, thrusting deep, the bed's headboard smacking into the wall.

  “Is this what you wanted, dirty maid?” he demanded in my ear. “My cock?”

  “Yes!”

  “Because you're a wanton whore that loves to parade around in those skimpy outfits. You're a tease. You love inflaming men with your curvy body.”

  My pussy squeezed down on his cock, his words exciting me. I was all those things. I loved to have men fawn over me, drinking in their attention and blossoming for them. “Yes! I want to drive men so mad with passion that they fuck me so hard!”

  He pounded me. My sex ached as our flesh slapped together. I tried to speak, but only gasps came out. His strong weight pressed down atop me. I felt so wonderfully helpless beneath him. Another wave of passion was filling me up as he hissed in my ear.

  “That's it, dirty maid! Take my cock! Love it! Let me feel how much you love it!”

  “Yes, yes, yes!”