Dancing With A Dom: A BBW Romance (6 page)

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She was beautiful. Flushed from exertion, a bead of sweat along her brow, pink in her cheeks. Her jeans hugged her perfect curves, and a loose fitting, cream T-shirt left nothing to the imagination. She was braless and excited to see him. Or it was chilly. He preferred to think the former.

Handing her the hot bag and the cold cup, she thanked him and shut the door behind him.

“Thank you so much,” she said, licking her lips, eying the bag almost lustfully. Those lips had been on him yesterday. Luscious firm lips that sucked and slurped and kissed their way into the best memories. And his dreams last night—continuing their exploration of each other… It was a miracle he could stand straight today. Watching her prepare to deep throat a french fry while moaning made him hard. He wished he was that french fry.

But it wasn’t just the amazing sex. Nor was it the exquisite way her ass colored when he spanked her to the loudest, highest-pitched, screaming orgasms. It was deeper than that. Macy completed him in a way he hadn’t felt before. Her tenacity to figure out even the most difficult moves—with two left feet—impressed the hell out of him. The way she stood her ground when she knew she was right. Her beautiful emotions that poured out of her enormous heart. People were drawn to her light, feeling the energy she exuded with her open smile. And she never turned down a conversation with complete strangers of all ages—the supermarket, the sporting goods store, walking trails, restaurants. She addressed them all with confidence and kindness. She was making a permanent mark on his heart. If he weren’t so afraid of fucking it up and losing her, he would tell her all of that.

“Mmm.” She chewed slowly, her chin moving up and down as she swallowed. “You do not know how much I love these things. Especially when they’re hot like this.” She motioned for him to follow her to the couch. “The perfect amount of salt.” She closed her eyes and leaned her head back with a smile. “They are so hot, they almost burn the roof of my mouth. And the salt sends my taste buds into overdrive.” She shuddered a little and took a sip from the cup. “Ice cold, refreshing Coke. It surprises my mouth, tingles, and explodes down my throat.” She took another fry, followed by a long sip, before leaning back again with a deep sigh. “Perfection. Oh, sorry, do you want some?” She held both items toward him, eyes twinkling sheepishly.

“No, little girl, I want to watch you. Your pleasure gives me pleasure.”

A blush ran up her cheeks, and she laid the almost-empty box and cup on the coffee table in front of them. “About that...pleasure.”

“Are you all right? With what we did yesterday?”

Her expression tightened and she clenched her fists, wrapping her arms around her chest, as if trying to protect herself from him.

“I won’t hurt you, Macy. I want to talk about yesterday and make sure you don’t have any questions or regrets.”

“Why?”

“It’s my job as your Dominant to ensure you’re cared for.” He opened her fists and kissed one palm followed by the other. “If you don’t tell me what you’re feeling, what you’re thinking, then I won’t know how to best care for you. How to pleasure you. How to protect you.”

Tears filled her eyes.

“Please tell me what you’re thinking about. How do you feel about yesterday?”

Fiddling with her long auburn hair, she furrowed her brow. “I’ve never lost control like that. It made me feel so wonderful. But it…” Her shoulders sagged, and she released a soft, pitiful exhale, seeming more fragile, more vulnerable than when she had fallen on stage during her tryout.

“It scared you?” he prompted.

She nodded with a sniffle.

Holding his arms open, he invited her to come to him, and she did. She climbed onto his lap and leaned her head against his chest. Stroking her, he cuddled her close and smelled her lavender fragrance.

She was warm and soft, shuddering in his arms for a few moments before regaining her composure. “I loved what we did together. You made me feel things I’ve never felt before.” She met his gaze and continued. “I enjoyed performing for all of you. I think I might even like the idea of doing it again. You know. Dancing in front of other people.”

“You have an exhibitionist side. I could tell from our first meeting.” He smiled and swept a lock of hair from her cheek.

“Yeah. But it’s wrong. I shouldn’t get so turned on by doing these dirty things. And I, of all people…” She grimaced. “I shouldn’t be doing things like that.”

“What do you mean?
You
of all people?”

Standing up, she fisted her hands on her hips and glared down at him. “Fat women like me should not be showing off our goods—for anyone. We shouldn’t be doing lap dances. We shouldn’t get off with a fricking dollar bill—
on camera
! And we shouldn’t let our dance partners see our gargantuan asses, let alone beat on them!” She shook her head and turned away to rub at her eyes. “This confuses me.” Her voice warbled pitifully. “I shouldn’t want this. But I do. Which means I lose even more control. I need to be in charge of my emotions and my actions. And when I am dancing naked for strange men, and getting off while dusting my blinds…”

He cleared his throat, trying not to laugh.

“I need to be in control, and I’m not. My body and my mind are in complete disagreement. Does that make any sense?” She sat back down with a hard thunk.

He didn’t ask for permission. He yanked her onto his lap and kissed her lips hard. They were salty with tears and sweet from the soda. He commanded her to yield as he plunged inside her mouth, giving her no chance to deny him.

When her lips were swollen and wet, and he couldn’t breathe anymore, he finally let her go.

She sagged against him with a groan.

“Tell me how that made you feel, sweet subbie. How did it feel to yield to my mouth and give in for a moment?” He searched her glassy eyes.

“It felt good,” she whispered, slightly dazed and out of breath.

“Then it
was
good. Can you try to let go of your thoughts for a while? Let your body take over. And not over think everything afterwards?

“I don’t know how.” She frowned down at her plump belly and sucked it in, pulling away from him.

He held her in place. “No. You don’t get to hide your beautiful curves from me.”

“I don’t want you to get disgusted. If you made the face
he
made, I would die.”

“Your ex?”

She bit her lip, nodding.

He could kill the idiot. “Your ex doesn’t know what true beauty is.” He knelt down and lifted her shirt exposing her white skin and belly button.

She flinched, but stilled when he gripped her leg in warning.

“I’m going to kiss you now.” Leaning forward, he stroked her stomach with his lips. Soft flesh met his mouth. It moved as he moved. He covered every inch of her middle, from her panty line, to her rounded hips, up to right below her breasts. “Not many years ago, your body type was revered. A well-rounded woman with glorious hips and breasts was the most cherished, the most exquisite.” He tickled the soft skin around her naval, lapping at her with his tongue as she moaned. “I love your body, and can’t seem to get enough of it. See what you do to me?”

She smiled and ran her fingers lightly over his cock, the denim bulging over it.

“I am attracted to you. All of you. Will you let me in? Let me make love to you the way a woman should be made love to?”

She nodded.

“Will you let go of your mind, for a little while, and submit to me? Submit to yourself?”

He grazed his teeth across the flesh below her belly button, and she groaned and tugged his hair.

“But I’m type A, a control freak. Y-you should see my lists.” She pointed to the coffee table full of notes.

“Sweet woman, submitting to your pleasure doesn’t mean you are weak, or that you’re losing control. You will always be in control. You’re the submissive. I’m asking you to let go of your fears and submit to your desires. If you get scared or start over thinking, give me your word to slow down. Remember?”

“Yellow.”

“Can you do that? For yourself?”

She nodded and gave him a lopsided grin. “Wait here. I want to try something with a feather duster and an apron. I’ll be right back.” She sprinted out of the room.

She came back, a few minutes later, wearing a vintage, lacy apron that stopped just below her bare pussy; her ass was bare, and she wore a devious smile. “Did you order room service, sir?” She curtsied, giving him a flash of her ample breasts hiding behind the material.

“Yes, I did, young lady. And you’re late.” He put a mock stern look on his face and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. “Do you know what happens to naughty employees who don’t act responsibly?”

“I don’t know, sir.” She batted her eyelashes and fiddled with the front of the apron, giving him another flash of her glistening sex. “Perhaps you should punish me. I wouldn’t want to get into bad habits.”

“Naughty girl. Come lie over my lap so I can punish you properly.” His cock was already straining through his pants. And when she lay over him, her pale, round globes peeking up at him from between the apron, he ached even worse. He smacked her hard and fast, laying into her with firm, crisp swats as she wiggled and squealed, rubbing against his hard cock. He opened the apron farther so he could get full access to her rapidly pinkening bottom.

“Harder, please. I don’t think I’ve learned my lesson yet,” she said, panting and grinding against him.
Little minx.

He couldn’t take much more of this. He needed to be in her now, before he exploded. He gave her a barrage of fast, hard swats, leaving no inch of her bottom, her thighs, and in between, untouched. All were a sexy bright-red by the time he finished, a minute later. “Are you going to be a good girl now?” He pulled her up to straddle her lap.

A grin took over her whole face. She winced when he massaged her heated globes. “Yes, sir. I won’t be late again. May I please ride you now?” She unzipped his jeans and released him from the hellish confines of his pants.

He grabbed a condom from his pocket, opened it, and slid it on. “Ride me, little girl.” He maneuvered the jeans farther down and pulled her in for a deep kiss. Flicking her wet clit, he squeezed her bottom cheek and watched her wince from pain and pleasure.

She pressed her wet pussy against the tip of his cock, and slowly took him in, inch by agonizing inch, until he was full seated.

He groaned. She was so wet, so damn tight. He smacked her ass, and she yelped. “Start riding, baby. Hard and fast, until I tell you to stop.”

She eased up almost off his cock, and plunged herself back down hard. God. The woman was amazing.

He spanked her again and again to keep her going, and when she looked ready to orgasm, he pinched her clit, hard. She screamed and tilted her head back as she clenched around him, squeezing him so tight, he came right away. Her tight spasms milked out every last bit from him, and he sagged back against the couch.

Dane carefully extracted himself, and pulled off his condom, throwing it in the small trash can next to the couch. Macy curled up against him, her naked bottom still red and warm, as he held her and smiled. “You should come clean my house tomorrow.”

She giggled. “Okay. But I don’t do windows.”

Chapter Six

Dane had always enjoyed dress rehearsals. This was the chance to see everything with the bright lights shining, music taking over the room, steps echoing across the hard dance floor. But, tonight, he was really looking forward to it. Besides seeing the competition for real and up close, he was about to show off the most beautiful partner he had ever worked with. She would be gorgeous and would set the stage for the tone of the finals night, which was only a few weeks away. He was a competitive man by nature, and he wanted everyone to know he and Macy were the couple to beat.

He passed Ron and watched his stilted motions as he warmed up with Sveta. Ron’s, expression impassive as always, had a sheen of sweat on his forehead, and Dane heard the small grunt of pain, the man tried to hide as he lifted his partner again.

“Ron, mind if I step in for a minute?”

The man with the crew cut nodded and released his partner. Dane twirled Sveta, and pulled her against his chest, mimicking the moves they had just done. Her thin, muscular frame melted against his as they prepared for the first lift. This brought back so many memories. They had been good together once.

The other dancers stopped their warm-ups to watch the graceful couple in motion. Her tiny waist fit easily in the palm of his hands; her breasts brushed up against his chest when he pulled her back to him. The sway of her skirt showed off her pert backside under cream-colored pantaloons. Everyone else seemed to like what they saw. And Sveta was exaggerating her movements, a flush tinging her cheeks. He knew what that flush meant. She was still attracted to him.

But she wasn’t Macy. Macy was so much more than this. She had soft, supple curves and always wore an honest expression no matter what she was doing. She didn’t hide behind masks or facades. She was real. Macy was his dream partner—and the woman of his dreams.

He needed to help Ronald out with his move and then go back where he belonged. With his real partner. To her wide, beautiful hips he could dig his fingers into without worrying about hurting her. And the beautiful determination she wore on her face every time she stepped on the dance floor.

“Here’s where you are having problems.” He addressed the other man while looking Sveta square in the eye. “Your partner is being very naughty and isn’t helping you through this lift.”

He shoved Sveta forcefully and held her hand firmly in his, yanking her back into his chest.

“He won’t let me help with the lift,” she seethed through clenched teeth. “He’s a hotheaded, arrogant male. Just like someone else I used to dance with.”

“Do it yourself, little girl,” Dane gritted and prepared his stance for the lift. He lifted his left leg an inch off the floor, mimicking Ron’s injured leg, and nodded at him.