Lacy Bonds (Veronica's Tale)(Curvy Maids 3): (A Billionaire, BDSM, BBW naughty romance) (3 page)

I said the words without thought, swept up in the moment. I wanted to help heal him. “With my clothes on.”

“Really?” Life blossomed in his eyes again, hunger replacing grief.

“Yes,” I nodded, my body trembling. What was I doing?

“You are placing yourself in my hands.” A smile grew, strong, hungry, his voice growing strong and firm—commanding. “You are giving me all your trust.”

I nodded. Bondage wasn't cheating. It was a game. So long as we didn't kiss or caress or...make love.

He would be a passionate lover. He would stir me up and...

Frank.

“You are the perfect orchid,” he breathed as he unwound the rope. “The perfect flower needs to be properly displayed.”

The rope was as smooth as silk, sliding across my wrists. He bound them first, putting them behind my back. I felt so helpless as his strong hands took control of my body. It was exciting. He could do things to me and I couldn't stop him.

But he wouldn't. I trusted him.

Unless you want him to, a voice whispered in my mind.

The rope wound around more and more of my body, binding my arms to my side, my plump legs together. He wrapped it about me, looping it in complicated knots and bows. My uniform was bound tight to my chubby figure, my flesh bulging out around the rope. I was on my side, trembling, my skirt held to my flesh.

“So beautiful,” he purred, his words caressing me as his hands roamed my body, guiding the rope. But he never touched my rear or my breasts. He never reached between my thighs. But where he touched left fire behind.

“Thank you,” I moaned, my voice thick with desire.

I squirmed, my panties growing wet. This was so dangerous. So exciting. I licked my lips, staring at his muscular frame, sweat glistening in the dim light of his room. His muscles rippled as he bound me.

His hand brushed my rear, pulling back, lingering for a moment like he wanted to squeeze me, but then he moved on.

I sighed. I wanted him to squeeze me. This was getting dangerous. I should put a stop to it before I did something even more stupid.

But then I wouldn't be submitting to him, and I wanted that so bad.

“I am almost done.” He pressed against my back, reaching around my waist. His chest was strong against me, his arms like iron. I shuddered, wanting him to just rip off my panties and ravish me. I couldn't think of anything else. I squirmed, pressing into him. His excitement pressed against my rear.

“So beautiful,” he whispered in my ear.
“Je veux juste vous aimer. Je veux vous emmener vers de nouveaux sommets de passion. Je veux que tu sois à moi!”

I moaned, shivering at the beauty of his words even if I couldn't understand them. “Take me,” I whispered, my lust burning inside me.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

He let out a groan, feral and strong. His hands moved, sliding up my stomach to my hanging breasts. He pulled down on the bodice. The cloth slipped and my breasts popped out. I couldn't believe this was happening. All the care I took to prevent this were thrown out the window. I was going farther than I had ever intended.

His hand was so strong on my breast. His fingers squeezed, kneading into my flesh, sliding up to find my hard nipple. He pinched it. Hard. Pain mixed with the pleasure. I gasped, squirming more, my body on fire.

“Vous êtes parfait, ma belle orchidée.”

“Yes,” I moaned, his lips sucking at my neck. My head turned, our lips met.

His kiss was hot, seizing my lips, driving out all my doubts. I moaned, kissing him back, my body heaving as my passions grew. His tongue was thick, pushing into my mouth. I surrendered to him. I let him ravish my mouth.

I had never been kissed so thoroughly. My head spun. This was real passion. I could feel it.

It's just for his wife. He's transferring his emotions. It's not for me.

I pushed that voice down. I was experiencing something I might never get to taste again—I wasn't going to stop now. His hands roamed my body. I gasped and sighed as he moved down to my chubby thighs, stroking them up to my rear, pushing beneath my skirt. His hands brushed the silk of my panties, dipping beneath the band.

He moved down my body, his lips kissing me through my uniform. Why didn't I let him strip me naked? I wanted to feel those lips on my bare flesh. He reached my rear, pushing lower until he met the bare flesh of my thighs.

“Yes!” I hissed as he nuzzled my thigh, working towards my panties. “Yes, Sir! Touch me! Kiss me!”

“Votre parfum m'a enchanté. Votre excitation m'a capitvated.”

His lips reached my panties. He kissed me between my legs, pressing against my passion. I moaned, squirming as he licked along my grove. My panties were soaked with my passion. He had to be tasting me through the silk.

His fingers dipped in, brushing through my curly, brown pubic hair, reaching towards my heat. “Eat me, Sir!” I moaned as he stroked my flesh. “I need it! I'm on fire! Please, Sir!”

“I love to hear you beg,” he whispered, walking around the bed. “You are so beautiful when you squirm.”

“Please,” I moaned. “I need it.”

He cupped my cheek, forcing me to look up at him. “I will give you all you want.” His free hand pushed his pajama bottoms down, his girth popping out, thrusting at my lips. “But you must submit fully to me. If you can't, then I will set you free.”

“I submit,” I moaned. I would say anything, do anything, to feel his touch again. I couldn't believe how bad I burned.

He brought his cock to my lips. I opened wide, eager to give him pleasure. He was so much thicker than Frank. He pushed into my lips, his strong hands caressing my face. I swirled my tongue about his tip, savoring the salt of his passion.

My Master—it was so exciting to think of him like that—held my head, supporting me, as his cock thrust into my mouth. I sucked, moaning about his cock, loving the strength of his fingers stroking my cheeks as I blew him.

“Vous êtes parfait. Je veux que tu sois à moi pour toujours. Ma belle orchidée. Ma femme de chambre liée.”

His eyes fixed on mine, spurring me to please him more. This is what he wanted. Happiness flooded me as I gave my body to him. I worked hard, my pussy itching to be touched. My hands strained at the ropes, wishing I was free to touch myself how I wanted.

But I was here to please him. To heal him.

“Si merveilleux,”
he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut. “Not yet.” He pulled his cock away. “You are so eager for my passion. But I am not ready to give it to you yet. I want to enjoy you.
Ma femme de chambre liée.”

He was behind me, his hands touching my rear. His fingers dug into the gusset of my panties, brushing my flesh. He ripped the panties to the side, my pussy exposed to the cool air. His tongue was forceful as he licked through my folds, brushing my clitoris.

“Yes, Master,” I moaned. “Thank you!”

He licked again, moaning as he savored my flavor. His fingers spread my lips apart, his tongue digging in deep. The pleasure swelled through me. No man had ever spent the time to really lick my pussy. They always wanted to get it over fast, to get me hot enough so they could fuck me.

But my Master made love to my pussy.

I shuddered, my orgasm swelling beneath his wonderful tongue. It flashed through me, touching all the perfect spots inside me. He nibbled and sucked on my clitoris, his fingers dipping into my hole, then his tongue was sliding through my folds, stirring me up.

“Yes, Master! Keep licking, please! Don't stop!”

“Are you going to cum?” he rumbled.

“Yes!”

“Good! Let it out! Give in to all your passion. Let it carry you away.”

I obeyed.

My pleasure exploded through me.

I shuddered, my limbs fighting against the ropes.

I was held immobile, my pleasure kept inside me. I gasped and moaned, shacking and writhing. Something thick entered me, strong hands gripping me. I shuddered again, another ripple of bliss passing through me.

Mr. Marsden was fucking me.

“Yes! Harder, Master! Give it to me!” I had never screamed so loud, with such passion, with a man before.

I pushed my hips back, moving as much as I could beneath my restraints. He kept thrusting into me, his cock thick, stretching me out. The pleasure was intense, crashing through me. The bounds only heightened it. I was so helpless, forced to submit to my Master's lusts.

“Take me! Yes! Harder! Make me scream, Master!”

His thrusts grew harder, slamming into me. Our flesh slapped together with our passion. He grunted, growling like a beast while he ravished me. I shuddered, squeezing my tunnel down on him, wanting to feel every inch of his girth.

“So wonderful! Take it! Take my cock!”

“I am, Master!”

“You're just a dirty slut that enjoys it!” he growled.

Then he stopped thrusting, tensing.

His words were so degrading. Normally, I would not put up with it. But tonight they sounded so perfect. So dirty, fitting in with our wild sex. “I am!” I gasped. “Your dirty slut loves her Master's cock!”

He thrust again, fucking me so hard. He took me with every ounce of his passion. I loved it, gasping and panting. Another orgasm churned through me, my flesh rippling about his cock.

No man had ever made me feel this wonderful.

“So perfect! My beautiful, bound, slutty maid!” His fingers dug into my hips. His cock slammed into my depths. I shuddered as his hot seed flooded me. I was on the pill. I relished the heat, drinking in the intimacy of this moment.

Then he collapsed on me, rolling me onto my side. I panted, his cock withdrawing, his strong arms holding me. He kissed my neck.

I tried to think, wondering what was going to happen next. What was I going to do about Frank? He was such a sweet guy even if he could be an asshole. I loved him.

Right?

My heart beat for Mr. Marsden. I wanted to relax in his arms. I had submitted to his lusts, let myself go during our passion. But could I submit my heart to him?

No. He doesn't feel for me. I'm merely a stand-in for his wife. A means to heal. I need to remember that. It was a mistake for me to do this. A wonderful, passionate, exciting mistake. I knew I would make it again. I wanted another taste of it.

But I couldn't fall in love. I would only get my heart broken.

I almost stumbled out of Mr. Marsden's building in a daze. My legs still shook from my incredible orgasm. I rubbed my chafed wrists, reminders of how exciting being tied up was. I wanted to spin about on the dark sidewalk and shout out to the city how masterful Mr. Marsden was.

Be careful, Veronica, I reminded myself. You were just substituting for his wife. It wasn't really you he gave that passion to.

I stopped spinning, my thoughts sobering my enthusiasm. I couldn't let myself fall in love with the billionaire. But I knew I would let him tie me up again. I had a taste of it, and I wanted seconds.

And what about Frank? I didn't even hesitate to cheat on him. Did I really love him?

The city bus pulled up to the curb, its brakes squealing. Air hissed and the doors opened. Lost in my thoughts, I climbed the bus's stairs, pulling out my orca card and swiping it by habit.

Even thinking of my boyfriend didn't drive away the wonderful feeling burning through me. Frank had never cared so much about pleasing me. He had never enjoyed going down on me and making sure I enjoyed our love ma...sex as much as he did.

But I couldn't keep working for Mr. Marsden and still date Frank. It wasn't right.

“Wow, Veronica, isn't it a little late for Halloween?” a woman gasped.

I knew that voice. I looked at the bus driver. “Tessa!” I smiled at my favorite bus driver. She had a broad smile on her youthful face. “What are you doing here?”

“I always drive the 7 bus on Tuesday evenings.” Her curly, brown hair brushed her shoulders as she shook her head, then her blue eyes widened. “That is quite the outfit you're wearing.”

“It's my uniform,” I smiled, holding open my beige coat more to let her get a good look at the skimpy maid outfit.

“Uniform?” Tessa raised on eyebrow. “Where are you working now, girl? A strip club?”

“No. I'm a curvy maid. I work for Blake Marsden. I clean his condo and cook for him. He's a billionaire. Owns an airline.”

Tessa's grin grew quite naughty. “Girl, you did more than clean his house. You are glowing. You got laid.” She glanced in the mirror above her head that let her see inside the bus. “We have an empty bus. So talk, girl. Tell me all the nasty details.”

My cheeks reddened. “I did. He was so strong and commanding. And, well, that's the other part of being a curvy maid.”

“Is he handsome?”

“Gorgeous,” I sighed, my heart beating faster as I thought about those wonderful, hard muscles and his strong hands touching me. “His eyes are beautiful. They came so alive.”

I told her all about Zera and Issy, how they had found their own billionaires. Then I talked about how exciting it was to be tied up by Mr. Marsden. I held the bar, my toes right behind the white line, leaning over her shoulder as she drove. Her blue eyes widened and her cheeks grew red.

“Oh, Tessa. You have no idea how wonderful it was to just let him take me. I couldn't resist. I was on fire.” I leaned over, my cheeks reddening. “The man knows how to
give
pleasure, too.”

“Give...you mean he went down on you?”

I nodded. “He definitely knows his way around down there.”

“That is hot,” she gasped and let out such a girlish squeal. “Oh, wow, I've always thought about being tied up. You are so lucky!”

I reached into my purse, pulling out a card. “Give this number a call. Tell Melissa that I recommended you. Maybe we can get you out of that frumpy uniform and into something sexy.”

“Maybe,” Tessa grinned, putting the card in her breast pocket. She had just the right build. Sexy and curvy in all the right places, and young like me, barely into her twenties. Her face had a fresh, milkmaid's innocence about it and her blue eyes were just enchanting. “But what about Frank? Aren't you two dating.”

My face fell. “We are.”

“I sense a but in there.”

“But...he's never treated me...like that. Passionate and caring. I think...I think I never really loved him. I had a taste of it today. What Mr. Marsden felt for his dead wife was this deep, vast, pure lake, and I'm just realizing I'm standing in a muddy puddle with Frank.”

“He does walk all over you,” Tessa nodded. “I held my peace because I don't like to butt in, but he's just using you. You're a free meal ticket. A place to crash so he can coast through life.” The bus stopped at a red light, and she looked over her shoulder at me. “He's a leach, Veronica. Don't let him suck all the life out of you.”

“Yeah.” I sighed, sadness stirring through me. But it wasn't sadness realizing Frank didn't love me, it was sadness that the last five years had just been a waste. “I feel like I'm his mom, and not in a sexy way.”

“So Frank doesn't wear a diaper?” Tessa grinned. “And suck on a pacifier while crying for his mommy's tits?”

“Tessa!” I gasped. “That's so disgusting.”

“People get off in weird ways,” she laughed, pulling the bus up to the curb a few blocks from my apartment. “You take care,” Tessa smiled.

“You give that number a call,” I smiled, stepping off the bus.

She nodded, the doors closed, and the bus pulled away.

I strode down the street with purpose. It was time to move on with my life. I pulled out my cell phone and gave Zera a call. The phone rang and rang and rang. I was wondering if she was tied up. I giggled, knowing Zera and her fiance, that just might be the case.

“Hi, Veronica,” Zera answered just when I thought I was getting her voice mail.

“Zera, um, I need a favor.”

“Of course.” Her enthusiasm wasn't faked.

“I'm leaving Frank.”

“Wonderful!” she gushed. I guess everyone thought he was a loser. That made the decision easier.

“Alexandra, I hope this conversation is worth it,” growled Mr. Draven in the background. A loud smack rang out, and Zera gave an excited squeal.

“Umm, thank you, Master,” my friend moaned. “I'm sorry that my personal life has interfered, Master. May I have another minute?”

“It will cost you ten lashes.”

“Sorry,” I whispered.

“For what? I
love
being whipped. So what did you need?”

“A place to stay.”

“Done. I'll send the car. You can have the guest bedroom. I'll see you in the morn—”

Crack

She yelped again. “One, thank you, Master!” The line went dead.

What it would be liked to spanked? I bet I'll find out.

When I walked into my apartment, Frank was still playing his stupid video games, a bag of Cheetos spilled on the floor. “Hey, babe.”

“We're through,” I said. I wasn't even angry. I didn't want to waste any more emotion of Frank. He can find some other stupid girl to leach off of.

He gaped at me, his headphones half-hanging from his head.  “But Veronica,” he pleaded, looking at me with his handsome face.

He was almost as gorgeous as Mr. Marsden, but there was no passion in his eyes as he gazed at me. I was practically falling out of this outfit and he didn't appreciate my beauty one bit. But Mr. Marsden did.

“I love you, babe.”

“I'm tired of your freeloading.” I marched into my bedroom, grabbing a suitcase out of the closet. I piled my clothes and belongings into it, then slammed it closed and zipped it up. He stared at me from the doorway, giving me this pathetic, pleading look, pouting like a child. He really thought of me as his mother. He wasn't a real man. Mr. Marsden would have just walked in, seized me, and showed me how much he loved me.

“I don't get it, Veronica. I thought things were going well. I thought you loved me.”

“So did I,” I shrugged, zipping the suitcase up. “But I'm sick of how lazy you are. You don't love me. You just love the apartment I pay for, the gas I put in your car, the internet I provide so you can lounge around and play that stupid video game all day.”

“But...”

“I want a man, not some whiny boy looking for a mommy.” All the frustration suddenly poured out of me, cleansing my soul. “I wasted five years with you, Frank. I'm twenty-four. It's time for me to find something better.”

I pushed past him. He didn't try to stop me. He really didn't love me. If he did, he would fight to keep me. I slammed the apartment's door behind me and rode the elevator downstairs. The driver was just pulling up when I walked out.

Zera was a great friend.