The Scandal : A BBW ALPHA MALE BWWM ROMANCE

by Cassie Verano

  She was new. And I was glad to be the one to welcome her in. Yet, it surprised me that she wanted to be a Domme, although she’d never experienced this life before.

  Slowly, I began to undress while I listened for the signs in the other room.

  Nervous. She was pacing back and forth.

  Anxious. I could hear it in the fast turns of her heels on the floors before she would pace again.

  She walked to the door. There was a pause, and I knew she was listening. Waiting.

  I thought back to our last phone conversation and wondered if she had any doubts.

  I walked to the door, and rather than knocking, I kneeled with my head lowered, waiting for her to take control. When she finally opened the door, I didn’t move my head but allowed my eyes to lift just enough to see up to her crotch.

  My dick twitched when I saw the way the leather outlined her pretty brown lips. I swallowed a gulp at the sight of a pearl of dew clinging to those beautiful fat, pussy lips. She was already aroused.

  I’d wondered what she looked like when we were on the phone, and I couldn’t wait to satisfy my curiosity.

  She was a beautiful plus-sized goddess. Big, shapely mink colored legs flowed up to thick round thighs, which swelled out into a voluptuous curve of hips. I wanted to look up, but I knew better.

  I waited for her to give the next instructions.

  “Stand up,” she said in a seductive voice.

  I did as she ordered, and she grabbed my tie and pulled me close to her. The tie was the only thing I still had on per her instructions and my affinity for asphyxiation.

  She pulled the tail end of the tie in her hand and then grabbed the other end, tightening. My throat convulsed a couple of times as it became difficult to get air. I closed my eyes, willing my heart to calm down.

  “Is that too tight?” she asked hesitantly.

  “No, my Queen.”

  “Open your eyes and look at me,” she commanded in a voice tinged with nervousness.

  It was almost as if she wondered if I would obey her.

  Obeying her command allowed me to see purple pouty lips and light whiskey-colored eyes raking over me. They stopped for a moment at my cock, resting against my thigh. With a flick of her long, curly auburn hair over her shoulders, she took a step back.

  I would love to get my hands into that wild mass of curls and control her every movement.

  My Queen gave a nod of approval before walking around me in a circle. She nervously chewed on her lip.

  In a voice that was raspy yet as smooth as poured cognac, she said, “Are you ready to play?”

  I gave a simple nod.

  Not for the first time, I thought her voice sounded familiar. Not just familiar from our phone calls but from somewhere else. The first time we spoke, her voice was soothing and friendly to me. And as I tried to identify where I’d heard it from before, she came behind me and ran a feather over my shoulders.

  “You only look when I say look,” she whispered in my ear. I could hear the trembling in her voice.

  “Yes, my Queen,” I replied.

  The tickling sensation of the feather down my back, over my ass, and on the backs of my thighs was more than I could take. I ground my teeth together, wanting to touch her, needing to do something.

  As a man used to being in control, I struggled to submit, but it was what I needed, what I wanted. Our rules were pre-negotiated, and we both knew exactly what we wanted from this scene. The consensual exchange of erotic power was pleasurable for me in a way I couldn’t describe.

  I needed to relinquish this control as much as she needed to gain it.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” she said, running the feather around my belly button and then flicking it against my dick.

  “I need you on your knees now,” she said, pushing on the top of my head.

  I dropped swiftly to my knees, my head bent, and I waited patiently. The sweet sensation of pain ran through my body when one of her spiked heels landed on my shoulder.

  My Queen stood over me with one foot planted on my shoulder and the other planted on the ground.

  “Taste me,” she said, the tremble in her voice still evident.

  Turning my head, l licked circles around her anklebone just beneath the leather pants before slowly dragging my tongue up the inside of her leg. I suckled the fleshy part of her leg, that protruded from the crisscross strips of leather along her inner leg, loving the coconut flavor on her skin. I wanted to bite her, but I knew that was a definite no.

  “Mmm,” she moaned, a shiver running through her as she released her heel from my shoulder and rested her thigh there instead. I sucked and licked her gorgeous, plump thigh, wondering what she tasted like.

  This wasn’t my first time being a Sub, but this was the first time in years. In the few times I’d submitted, more often than not, I found myself not having sex with the women but gaining erotic pleasure and arousal just from being controlled. Yet, this was my first time with this woman, and I wasn’t sure if it was because of her innocence in the BDSM community or my desire to turn her out that had me wanting more from her.

  I wanted more than the terms we agreed upon beforehand. I wanted to lick my Queen’s slit and see if it was just as delicious as her leg. But she hadn’t permitted me to go that far. Unfortunately, I would have to be content enough to see how it played out.

  I turned my head sideways and licked my lips at the sight of her cunt. Her fat lips hung through the crotchless leather pants, wet and lightly dripping. Damn, if I could just stretch my tongue a little further and catch a drop.

  “Do you like the way that I taste?” she asked.

  I could hear the uncertainty in her voice, the fear that I might not respond the way she needed me to.

  I turned my head quickly again, licking her thigh, and said, “Yes, my Queen. I love your taste.”

  She had given me the name, Midnight, and I was told to call her Queen. And I respected her for that.

  My Queen removed her leg and began walking backward, a smile hovering over her lips. She walked backward and pointed to the chair in the middle of the room.

  “Bring that to me,” she ordered, the hesitation beginning to drop from her voice.

  I rushed to do her bidding and waited while she sat.

  “Bring me the paddle off the bed, Midnight.”

  “Yes, Queen,” I said, going to grab her paddle.

  “Do you like being spanked?”

  “I...uh...if you do it, right. Yes.”

  “If I do it, right. Hmm...” The hesitation was back in her voice.

  “Make it painful,” I said, encouraging her.

  Light laughter punctuated her next sentence. “Do you know why you’re about to be spanked?”

  “No, Queen.”

  “Because you were a very, very bad boy. When you licked my thighs, I could see how bad you wanted to taste my pussy. My fat. Wet. Warm. Pussy,” she said in a seductive tone. “You wanted it so bad you were drooling on my leg. I didn’t permit you to look at my pussy nor slob on my leg. Just lick and suck. Do you like licking and sucking, Midnight?”

  “Yes, Queen, I love licking and sucking. And I’d love to lick and suck your pussy free of those juices gathering there.”

  She pointed at her lap with the paddle. “Lay down. Now, Midnight!” she said when I didn’t move quickly enough.

  Queen’s hand rubbed my ass, cupping the curve and lightly gripping it at the bottom.

  “Mmm, what a nice ass. I can tell you work out. Have you ever had anything up this ass before?” she asked.

  Who the fuck did she think I was? There were certain things I did not do, and having anything up my ass was one of them.

  “No,” I managed to garble out.

  “We just might have to remedy that.”

  Involuntarily my ass muscles clenched.

  She laughed. “Oh, you don’t like that, do you? Even more reason why I want to do it now. But...we’ll see if we can work it into our a
greement. I promise you; it won’t be so bad.”

  I strained as I lay on her lap, ready to bolt the hell out of there. But I wasn’t worried. We had rules, and above all, we would both adhere to them to maintain a safe and sensual environment.

  Whack!

  Shit! She didn’t go into anything easy, did she?

  That first whack of the paddle wasn’t gentle at all. She came in with full force.

  “I’m sorry...are you okay?” she asked, stopping to check on me. Her eyes were full of worry and doubt.

  Licking my lips, I winked at her. “The harder, the better.”

  Whack! The next hit was even harder.

  I bared down on my teeth, squeezing my eyes shut and...

  “Loosen those ass cheeks. Nobody told you to tighten them up,” she ordered. “Just for that...you’re going to be punished even more because you’ve been a bad boy.”

  “Yes, my Queen.”

  “Oooh, and your dick is so hard against my thigh,” she purred, making my dick twitch and causing her to laugh.

  My Queen attached clamps to my nipples with slightly shaky hands and then tied me to the bed.

  As I lay on my stomach tied up with silk scarves. She attached a nipple clamp to my nipples,, she grabbed a flogger, and hit me using simple strikes on my back and shoulder blades.

  She’d climbed on me at one point, rubbing her slit along my back while hitting the backs of my legs with the flogger. I wished the juices she smeared along my back were in my mouth instead.

  My Queen was beautiful and powerful, but I wanted so damn badly to teach her a lesson after the last ordeal she sent me through.

  Releasing me from the restraints, she ordered me to turn over on my back. This time she used handcuffs to attach my wrists. Looping the ends of the silk scarves through the cuffs, she re-tied the scarves to the bedposts.

  I watched as she walked away and fiddled inside the bench at the end of the bed. What was she about to pull out of her treasure trove now.

  “Close your eyes,” she said in a soft voice as she held her hands behind her back.

  I obeyed and waited, my arousal growing as she climbed onto the bed and slowly and seductively straddled me. My dick jerked as it tried to seek her heat as she scooted up my body.

  I thought I would lose my mind when she gently rolled across my dick only to stop on my chest.

  “Lift your head and keep your eyes closed,” she instructed.

  I did as she said. She placed a leather contraption over my mouth and fastened it at the base of my neck.

  It was difficult to suppress the groan that rose in my throat when I realized it was a dildo gag.

  “Is this too tight? Nod yes or shake your head no,” she said.

  I shook my head, “no.”

  “Open your eyes,” she said.

  I did and watched as she climbed her beautiful, curvy body on my face and slid down the dildo attached to my mouth. For the next ten minutes, I struggled in silence as I watched her fuck the vibrator attached to my face.

  My dick hardened, and I wondered if I’d release at just the sight of her sliding up and down, her pussy opening and closing right in front of my eyes. So close, yet so far away.

  My Queen rolled her hips back and forth as her hands went up to untie her bra.

  She hesitated for a moment, and I nodded my head, encouraging her.

  My Queen untied her bra and rubbed her breasts. I damn near nutted on myself just watching her, but it wasn’t enough. I knew that I was being punished because I’d taken liberties I had no right to.

  She was making me suffer by denying me pleasure while she got hers. Queen reached behind her and parted her ass cheeks, rubbing them together and making them jiggle while she bounced up and down on the toy on my face.

  Confidence was starting to pour into her, and she was finding her stride. The nervousness that plagued her initially was dissipating as she found pleasure in what she was doing.

  I wished so bad that it was my tongue instead of a fucking fake dick! I wanted my tongue, my dick, and my fingers in her ass, in her pussy, and her mouth. I wanted to fill up every orifice that she offered.

  I made a pact with myself from the moment she cried out, holding tight to one of the bedposts, her body shaking from a powerful orgasm, that I would get my chance. I was determined to make her trust me so that I could get my shot to give her the most powerful orgasm of her life.

  I wasn’t sure when it would happen, but I knew that it would.

  CHAPTER 8 – DANTE (1 ½ Week Later)

  My Queen flicked her wrist and whipped my leg with the flogger I’d missed until now.

  Quickly taking a step back, my head jerked up to stare into her eyes.

  “Don’t look in my eyes! Head down and to the floor at all times!”

  I lowered my head, a smirk playing around my lips. Maybe she wouldn’t be as easy as I thought.

  “Oh, you think this is funny? You think this is all fun and games. I’m about to teach you. Get your ass over there on your knees, now!” she ordered, pointing the flogger at a single ladderback chair in the middle of the room.

  I instantly obeyed. After all, this was what I was here for.

  The stress of my day had me weighed down. It wasn’t always easy being in control with everyone looking to you for their next move, depending on you for their livelihood. And while I was good, no great, at what I did, it did not lessen the stress at all.

  But this, the experience I underwent anytime I met my Queen at The Club, was worth all I’d endured throughout my day.

  I kneeled in front of the chair.

  “Place your hands behind your back,” she ordered.

  I did as she said and kept my eyes lowered to the ground as she attached handcuffs to my wrists. The mask I wore covered most of my face, including my nose. Her mask only covered her eyes, which was probably why she didn’t want me looking at her. Usually, she wore a mask that covered her nose, too.

  I doubted we would recognize one another if we ever ran into each other on the street.

  “When you’re scheduled to arrive here at a particular time, I expect that you show up on time. When you’re late, you’re playing with my time. And my time is very precious!” my Queen hissed in my ear. “Is that understood?”

  I nodded.

  “Good. And another thing, you don’t speak unless I permit you to speak.”

  I nodded again. That rule was a given, but she probably didn’t know it.

  “You disappointed me today. And for that, I’m going to have to punish you. Stand up!” she barked.

  I did as I was told, and I lowered my head a little more in penance.

  But it didn’t stop the sting that lashed out across my back. Gritting my teeth and closing my eyes, I held still. I would not flinch; neither would I let her see me sweat.

  I’d patiently waited all day long for such delicious punishment. And sweet glory, she was holding nothing back as she released lash after lash of the flogger against my ass. I was sure that I would have red welts before the night was over, and I’d feel the burning of each of them when I showered tonight.

  I felt my dick stiffening with each flick of the leather flogger and imagined what it would feel like slipping inside of her raw. I could feel the sensation of all the blood running straight to my cock and felt the bead of pre-cum resting like a pearl on the head.

  I had ceased seeing my other partners as my attraction and desire for my Queen grew with every meeting. During meetings, at dinner, with other women outside of the club, I found myself wanting to be back here. Longing to be at her mercy and barely being able to wait until the next time that I would see her again.

  In my fantasies, she was the perfect woman. There was something about my Queen’s spirit that I connected with, and more than once, I found myself wondering what she was like in reality. Who was she when she walked beyond these walls? Was she involved with someone? Did she have a family? What were her career and her goals? Was she having sex
with someone besides me?

  Based on our earlier conversation, I knew that she had a man in her life, but how serious it was, I wasn’t sure. I just knew that there seemed to be tension in the relationship, and I wondered if this was her way of getting through whatever issues they were going through.

  One day she would walk away from me, and this would be over. I would probably not even get a heads up when it happened. One day she would just disappear and cease to exist in my world.

  How and why I was becoming attached, I wasn’t sure. It was beyond me, but I basked in the thrill of it.

  Reaching down, she applied weights to the end of the hanging straps. The pressure on my balls and the tight sensation was indescribable, but something I loved all the same. The sensitivity of my balls was increased and made them more responsive to the touch of her hands.

  Grabbing the flogger, she began applying light lashes to my dick and increased the intensity of it over time. Keeping my head down, I risked a slight lift of my eyes and found her smirking and licking her lips as she stared at my arousal as she continued to flick it.

  I couldn’t help myself and began forcing it to bounce up and down. She was amused at the motions and kneeled in front of me, licking the head.

  Fuck! Why had I messed with her like that?

  The heat of her mouth was so tempting, making me want more. But after three licks and a couple of full-fledged sucks, she let it fall out of her mouth and stood.

  I watched as she began to remove her clothing one article at a time and grab an orange vibrator from the bed. Pulling up a beanbag chair, she sat on it with her legs splayed and placed the vibrator in her mouth. Licking the tip with her long, pink tongue, she wrapped her luscious lips around the vibrator and turned it on.

  My dick hardened and bounced again as I watched her perform a cadence that I’d wanted her to perform on me. Jealousy filled my heart as my mouth hung open, wishing it were me.

  Slob dripped from her lips down the length of the vibrator, coating it as she twirled her tongue around the toy in circles. My Queen’s fingertips went between her legs, stroking her jewel. Her thumbnail rubbed lightly against her clitoris, causing her hips to begin jutting forward.