Lacy Bonds (Veronica's Tale)(Curvy Maids 3): (A Billionaire, BDSM, BBW naughty romance) (4 page)

I felt refreshed when I woke up the next morning. I had a new life ahead of me. I would enjoy working for Mr. Marsden. The kinky sex was just going to be a perk to a fun, well-paid, and satisfying job. I would not fall in love with him. He was wounded. He needed to heal. Maybe, one day, when he stopped grieving for his wife, he would see only me.

Until then, we'd have fun.

“So it went that well with Mr. Marsden,” Zera grinned as I walked out of her guest bedroom, breakfast steaming on the table. Her fiance read the paper, ignoring us. She was already dressed up as a sexy maid, her wrists red from ropes. I wasn't the only one that had been tied up yesterday. “Dish.”

“I...” I licked my lips. “It was fine.”

“Just fine?” she asked, shaking her head. “You broke up with your boyfriend over just fine.”

I glanced at her fiance, my cheeks flushing.

He folded up his paper, standing up. Mr. Draven was a distinguished man, older than Mr. Marsden, but very handsome. He was fit, filling out his tailored suit. His eyes burned with passion as he leaned over and kissed Zera on the lips, his hand caressing her cheek.

I smiled; it was so obvious how in love they were.

“Enjoy your day, Alexandra,” he whispered.

“You, too, Master.”

When he walked out of the room, I told my friend everything that happened. She squealed for joy. “You two are going to be so happy.”

“We're just having fun,” I objected. “Nothing wrong with fun.”

“Nope,” Zera shook her head. “You have all the fun with you him want.” But her eyes twinkled. She was already planning our wedding.

I glanced at the clock, “I need to get ready. I'm supposed to be over there in an hour.”

I saw little Mr. Marsden for the next week. He was busy running his company traveling about the world. But I showed up at his apartment every weekday, cleaning it up, enjoying my new job. It took little work to maintain an apartment he wasn't using.

Every day I paused at the picture of him and his black-haired wife on their wedding day. It was beside his bed. They looked so happy. I envied Cosette. He had such passion beneath the surface. She was lucky to have him.

Daydreams swept through me as I cleaned his house. Pleasant fantasies of traveling the world with Mr. Marsden, his loving wife by day and his submissive slave by night. My skin remembered the ropes, and my body yearned for the excitement of submitting to him.

But I couldn't be a stand in for his wife. I needed to keep my heart guarded. There was only pain in this future.

On Friday, I showed up like I had all week. The apartment was empty. I took off my coat, setting it on the rack and adjusting my skirts. Halfway to the kitchen to start my work, I noticed a wrapped gift on the couch.

I smiled, walking towards it. Pale-blue ribbon wrapped metallic-blue paper. I sat on the couch, pulling the box onto my lap. A tag hung from the bow.

TO: Ma femme de chambre liée

FROM: Master

I shuddered. I didn't know what
ma femme de chambre liée
meant in French, but he had called me that a few times. My fingers stroked the tag, an excited chill running through me. I had called him Master in the middle of our passion.

“Is that who you are?” I whispered. It had been so exciting. My heart beat faster as I pulled the ribbon. Love stirred inside me. I froze, the ribbon half undone. I could give him my body, but I needed to keep my heart.

I gently unwrapped the gift, tugging up the scotch tape without tearing the beautiful paper. A lock of my black hair spilled off my shoulder as I leaned over. I was so excited to see what was in the box.

Inside, a note sat on top of a black jewelry box. Next to the jewelry box was a plain, white box, wide and long. I pulled up the note.

I want you to wear both items today.

Master

I opened the jewelry box first. I couldn't help letting out a sigh. A gorgeous, diamond necklace sparkled. I stroked the silver band, then pulled it out and happily put it around my neck. The necklace was tight, wrapping around my neck almost like a collar. I blushed, enjoying the sensations. I stroked the diamonds, the silver cool on my flesh.

My heart beat faster. I wanted to surrender to him.

I opened the second box.

It was a vibrator. Short, silver, cool to the touch. My eyes widened and a liquid warmth filled my nethers. My cheeks colored as I pulled it out. “This is so naughty, Master,” I whispered.

I looked around the apartment, biting my lip, then I stood up. I would do it. Surrendering to Mr. Marsden last time had been the most exciting experience of my life. I was willing to trust him and submit to more fun.

I peeled my panties down, a spot of moisture staining the lilac gusset. I grabbed the dildo, brushing it through my black curls. My pussy felt wet enough. I fingered the base, wondering if I should turn it on. Then I realized it didn't twist.

“How do you turn on?” I frowned at it. Was it a regular dildo?

I pushed it up inside me, savoring the cool metal sliding into my molten depths, my flesh clinging to it. I kept pushing until more and more disappeared inside me. A shudder ran through me, squeezing down on the metal. I reached down, pulling up my panties and trapping it inside me.

This was different.

I walked around, all too aware that it was inside me. A warm flush passed through me. I wanted to reach down and pump it in and out of me. My eyes closed as a fantasy drifted through me—I pretend it was Mr. Marsden's wonderful cock.

But I had work to do.

It was so strange and exciting to walk around with the dildo inside me. It shifted, keeping me on the edge of release. I twas hard to concentrate. My cheeks flushed and my hands trembled. The slightest movement sent a shiver of pleasure through my body and my panties were growing wetter by the second.

And then it started humming.

I jumped at the sudden shock. It was a vibrator. The shaft whirled, stirring my nethers up. I gasped out loud, shuddering. My pussy had been on the edge for the last hour and now this light vibration was cascading through me.

“Yes,” I moaned, grabbing the kitchen counter for support as a wave of bliss surged through me.

The vibrations excited every pleasure nerve, shooting signals right to my feminine core. A new flood of molten warmth poured out, drenching my panties. I bit my lip, closing my brown eyes and letting the pleasure carry me away.

“That's it,” I hissed. “Oh, yes! Yes!”

I was so close. I trembled on the edge, about to plunge into bliss.

My cell phone rang, blaring One Direction, my guilty pleasure. I wanted to ignore it. I wanted to let this bliss burn through me. But it was so distracting. I stumbled over to my purse, the vibrations growing faster. My insides churned to a frothy mess.

I pulled my phone out of my purse and froze at the caller ID.

It was Mr. Marsden.

I swiped my phone, bringing it to my ear. “H-hello...Master.” I shuddered as I said the word. I loved it. I loved...being his submissive slave.

“Ma belle orchidée.”
His voice was strong, powerful. “Are you wearing my gifts?”

“Yes,” I moaned and the vibrator hummed louder.

“I can hear the passion in your voice.” He sounded so pleased. So alive. “Such an obedient maid.”

“I am, Master.” It was so easy to slip into this role. I wanted to be his. I wanted him to love me and own me and hold me.

But I knew the truth. I pulled back my heart. I would not let myself get crushed.

“You are such a wild creature. Do you enjoy it?”

“The necklace is so beautiful,” I panted, my pleasure swelling inside me as I leaned on the dining room table. “I love it.”

“That's not the gift I was talking about.”

“I...” It was so embarrassing talking about a sex toy with a man. Especially considering where it was. “I...am enjoying it, Master.”

“I bet you'll love it when I do this.”

The vibrator churned faster, humming loud through my body. I shuddered, my pussy clenching about it. “Yes! I do, Master!” I screamed as my orgasm crashed through me. My knees buckled, and I sank to the hardwood floor. I writhed, my plump body spasming on the floor, the phone clutched in my hand. “So wonderful! Yes, yes!”

“Did you just cum?” he asked with amusement.

“I did, Master! I came!”

“So you love my gift shoved up your naughty pussy?”

“Yes!” I gasped, another orgasm building. “Oh, yes! This is so wrong!”

“It is.” I could almost see his grin crossing his strong face. “We're not even on the max setting yet.”

“It gets stronger?”

“Do you want to feel more,
ma femme de chambre liée?”

I bit my lip, another ripple of pleasure shooting through my body. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Master!”

“You haven't told me what you want though.”

“I...I...” I couldn't say this. It was so nasty. But he wanted me to say it. “I want you to turn the vibrator in my naughty pussy up to full so I can cum so hard, Master!”

“You sure? Is that what you really want?”

“It is, Master! Please! Turn the vibrator to full! Your slutty maid wants it!” And she wants you, Master.

“Because you've been such a good maid all week, I'll give you this reward.” My orgasm swelled, growing, about to devour me. I just needed a little more. “But when I get home, you are going to submit to everything I want.”

“I will, Master! Everything! I'm your slave!”

The vibrator went wild inside me.

The pleasure exploded.

“Yeesss!” I screamed as I convulsed on the floor.

Pleasure burned through my body. Every nerve rejoicing.

Stars danced before my eyes, performing a beautiful ballet.

I was showered in pleasure. My mind was lost.

Another climax exploded inside me.

The vibrator kept humming inside me, churning up wave after wave of bliss.

“Yes, Master! Oh, yes! I love it!”

I couldn't think. I couldn't move. I could only exult in the pleasure.

And then the vibrator's humming slowed. My pleasure slowly receded. I gasped, my face sweaty, my breasts heaving. The ecstasy left me, leaving that wonderful, satiated bliss behind. I wanted to lie on the floor forever.

“I think you enjoyed my gift,” laughed my Master.

“Very much, Sir,” I panted, trying to gather the energy to stand up.

“I will be home soon,” he promised as the vibrator finally stopped buzzing. “And then we'll play.”

“I'm looking forward to it,” I panted.

He hung up. I couldn't move. The floor was so cool and my body was still so hot. I could have rested here forever. But my bladder had other ideas. Groaning, I stood up, my legs still shaky, and walked to the bathroom.

My panties were a sodden mess. I took them off, my tart juices perfuming them. Then I pulled out the silver vibrator. It was sticky with my juices. After I finished my business, I washed both my panties and the vibrator in the sink, putting both in a plastic bag before sticking them in my purse.

It was so strange walking around without panties on beneath my skirt. I felt like I was being watched through those big windows. Every time I had to bend over to clean—my skirt rising up my plump rear—I wondered if somebody in the next building was getting a peak between my thighs.

I had to dry myself off a few times to stop my juices from trickling down my legs. Maybe I should start bringing a spare pair of panties.

My phone rang again. I hoped it was my Master.

I was disappointed it was Zera. “Hi,” I said.

“Hey, how's it going?” Zera asked.

“Oh, fine.” I blushed. “I just did the naughtiest thing for Mr. Marsden.”

“Ooh, you have to dish,” Zera giggled. I imagined her plump face, framed by red curls, growing excited.

So I told her all about the vibrator. “It was so amazing, Zera,” I gushed. “And he's going to be here soon, and we're going to have even more fun.”

“You lucky girl,” Zera sighed. “A remote control vibrator. Oooh, I have to get Mr. Draven to try that out on me.”

“I don't know how he did it,” I continued. “It must be controlled through Bluetooth or something. But it was so exciting.”

“You are so lucky! I hope Mr. Marsden loves you as much as you love him.”

I blinked. “What?”

“I can tell. You are so in love. The way you talk about him. I know that feeling.”

I didn't love Mr. Marsden. I was just enjoying a hot lover. It was fun. Not love. Mr. Marsden didn't love me back, he was still pining for his dead wife. “It's not like that,” I told her. “I don't love him. It's just a lot of fun being his slave.”

“Okay,” Zera said, her voice full of doubt. “Anyways, I was calling to let you know that me and Mr. Draven will be out of town for the weekend. So you'll have the penthouse all to yourself. It's very last minute. He's taking me skiing in the French Alps.”