Lacy Bonds (Veronica's Tale)(Curvy Maids 3): (A Billionaire, BDSM, BBW naughty romance) (6 page)

“You're so tight. You need to be loosened up some. That's why I bought this.” He stood up, grabbing the black, tapered cone and holding it before me. “Do you know what this is?”

I shook my head.

“A butt plug.”

“You're not shoving that back there, are you?” I gasped.

“I will shove anything I want back there,” he growled, his hand smacking my plump ass. “Right?”

“Yes, Master!”

“Relax,” he told me. “I covered it in lube.” The butt plug pressed between my cheeks, cold and slippery. “You'll love it.”

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to relax as it pressed into my asshole. I groaned, the tapered end slowly spreading me more and more open. He worked it in deeper. I went up on my tip-toes, gasping as the plug popped all the way into me. Only the small handle, nestled between my plump asscheeks, stuck out.

“That wasn't so bad,” he said, kissing my shoulder. “Was it?”

“No, Master,” I groaned, squeezing down on it. “It was kinda nice.”

He wrapped his strong arms around me, one hand groping my heavy breasts, the other sliding down between my thighs. He brushed my clit and I almost exploded. But I hadn't been given permission to cum yet.

His cock slipped between my thighs, brushing my excited pussy. I pressed back against him, loving the feel of his thick cock. “You are eager to be fucked. I love that. You are exquisite. I want you.”

“Fuck me, Master!” I panted. “You can even fuck my ass.”

“I will,” he promised. “When you're ready.” His hand teasing my clit reached lower, grasping his cock and guiding it to my hole. The tip entered me and I groaned. “You can cum now.”

He thrust into my overheated pussy, his fingers strumming my clit. I gasped, pushing back into his thrusts. I felt so full, both holes stuffed. I squeezed down on the butt plug and his cock, loving the feel of both of them.

“Master!” I gasped. “Yes, yes! Thank you, Master! Thank you!”

He hammered me, our flesh slapping wet together. His hands roamed my sensitive skin, the shower spraying on my breasts and stomach. All these wonderful sensations built inside me then exploded.

“Yes! I'm cumming!”

He thrust harder into my convulsing pussy. I gasped and swayed, his strong arms holding me. Chains rattled, my wrists pulling at the manacles. I savored his thick cock prolonging my bliss. Wave after wave of bliss roared through me.

“So wonderful, Master!”

“You are amazing,” he hissed. “You are perfect!”

He hammered me harder, his mouth sucking at my neck. I swayed in the shower, my eyes squeezed closed. I couldn't think. I couldn't speak. I could only cum as his thick cock speared in and out of me. I loved this man. I loved him so much. I would be his.

I would convince him to love me for myself and not as a stand-in for his dead wife.

“Keep fucking me!” I moaned. “Harder! I want to cum again, Master!”

“Such an eager slut,” he groaned. “You are driving me wild. I can't think of anything but you. You've filled my brain with your lust.”

His cock buried into me. “Yes!” he shuddered. “Yes,
ma belle orchidée!”

Hot cum flooded me as he buried his cock all the way into my depths. I shuddered, another orgasm rippling through me. He held me tight as I panted, letting this perfect moment fill me up. The only sound was our heavy breathing and the splash of water.

I never wanted him to let me go. I was his.

Now I had to make him mine.

The next two weeks working for Mr. Marsden were so exciting.

My heart quickened whenever I thought of him. I couldn't fight it any longer. I loved him. When he looked at me while I was tied up, whispering French in my ear and giving me all his passion, that it was really his dead wife he was loving. I was the proxy. The stand-in.

I didn't mean to get into this situation. I knew it would only end in heartbreak. One day, he would move past his wife and me. So I just wanted to hold on even more tightly. To embrace what I had for as long as I could.

Because a tiny, desperate, hopeful voice inside me whispered:
what if he loves you?

Mr. Marsden showed me many wonderful delights. He took me to heights of pleasure I had never been to. We added new toys, new games. Sometimes he would spank me with his bare hand, a paddle, or even a flail. He rubbed ice on my body, dripped hot wax, and teased me with feathers. He blindfolded me and made me cum so many times.

During the day I cleaned with the butt plug inserted inside me. “I'm training you,” he told me on Monday when I had come into work again, the butt plug in his hand.

“For what, Master?” I asked as I bent over, his hands pulling my panties down my curvy ass.

“For me,” he answered as he pressed the butt plug, well-lubed, inside me. I groaned as it went in, my fingernails biting into the tablecloth as I opened up to accept it. I sighed when it was all the way inside me. He pulled my panties back up, kissed me on the forehead, and left without a word.

On the Wednesday of my third week working for him and being his submissive lover and slave, he was waiting for me when I walked in. “Are you wearing your butt plug?”

“Yes, Master,” I blushed, my bowels squeezing down on the intruder.

“Good.” He held up a bigger one.

My eyes widened. Could I stretch to fit that? I wanted to find out.

“Bend over,” he said, motioning to the couch.

I didn't hesitate to bend over the couch's arm, my skirt rising up to expose a pair of satin, maroon panties. A flood of excitement soaked into the panties gusset as I waited. His feet echoed on the hardwood floors as he moved behind me. I shivered in anticipation.

My skirts rustled as he lifted them up. His fingers brushed my panties, tracing the edge across my hip and down between my thighs. I groaned as he rubbed across my excited vulva, pushing the panties into my groove. He moved up, between my butt-cheeks and pushed on the end of the butt plug.

“Master,” I moaned as pleasure shivered through me.

He pulled my panties down in one jerk, exposing me. The air was cool on my hot flesh. He grasped the jeweled knob of the plug inside me and pulled. I groaned, my ass widening as the plug came out. I shuddered, my pussy clenching.

“Ready?” he asked and, before I could answer, he shoved the bigger plug into my ass.

The plug was covered in cold lube, which was good, because it was big. I groaned, gripping the couch's pillow as my asshole spread even wider. I shuddered, my hips wiggling. Heat burned through me. I gasped, a small orgasm rolling through my body. My juices trickled down my thigh as the last bit of the plug entered me.

He drew his finger up my thigh, gathering the juices. His lips smacked, appreciating my flavor. “Soon you'll be ready for me,” he whispered, kissing my plump rear before pulling my panties back up.

“I can't wait, Master,” I panted. If I came from him just pushing a butt plug in...

“On Friday, we will go to a party hosted by Zera.”

“Of course, Master.” Party? Zera hadn't mention a party to me. I was looking for my own apartment, but I still was staying in her guest bedroom.

“You do not have to show up until five.” He paused, stroking my neck. “Wear the necklace.”

I shuddered. “Yes, Master.”

I was excited all day. Between the new, thick butt plug inside me, constantly teasing me as I cleaned his apartment, and the party he was taking me to, my poor panties were soaked. I had to take them off half-way through the day, washing them clean in the sink.

I didn't see him that evening, which wasn't unusual for a Wednesday. That was a shame because my poor pussy needed some attention. I was thinking of having a nice bubble bath when I got to Zera's tonight. Slipping into the hot, bubbly water, a glass of wine—Mr. Draven had an amazing wine collection—in hand and some lilac-scented candles perfuming the air. The perfect mood to enjoy some me time.

“How was your day?” Zera asked with a big grin when I walked in.

“What's this party about?”

Her smile broadened. “Just hosting some of our clients. Issy will be there, along with a few others. And two new girls. Anna and your friend Tessa. We will see which billionaires they click with.”

“Tessa joined up?” I smiled.

Zera nodded. “She called me a few days ago.”

“So, do I need a special dress? He asked me to go with him. It's like a date.”

“Just wear your uniform,” she said. “You will be his personal servant for the night. They'll be playing poker and having a guys night. We'll be the...eye candy and entertainment.”

I swallowed. “Will I have to...with another guy?”

“That's up to Mr. Marsden. My billionaire doesn't like to share me with other men. He learned that lesson the hard way.”

I hoped Mr. Marsden didn't want that.

“Relax. You'll have fun. You'll be ogled by the other guys and they'll all tell you just how gorgeous you are. It's fun.”

Fun.

“Okay,” I smiled. “I'm going to take a long bath.”

Zera's grin was knowing as I walked to the bathroom. I was really excited now.

*   *   *

I didn't see Mr. Marsden the next day. I'm not even sure he had been home. The condo looked the same as I had left it. I did some dusting and light cleaning, then wondered what would happen at the party tomorrow.

The day dragged on.

Friday I planned on sleeping in. I failed.

“You're up early,” Zera said, walking out of the bedroom she shared with her fiance wrapped in a silk robe. “I was about to start the coffee.”

“Beat you to it,” I smiled, sipping at my own cup.

“You're free today, right?” Zera said, pouring her own cup and sitting down beside me.

“Uh-huh.”

“Then you can help me set up,” she smiled. “We need to clean the entire penthouse and start cooking the food.”

I blinked at her. “But you're rich. Don't you have caterers?”

“I'm still Mr. Draven's maid,” she smiled.

I didn't wear my uniform, but I did wear my butt plug, as we readied for the party. We seasoned hamburger patties and made coleslaw—I had never made it from scratch before. Zera was a far better cock then me and I learned a few things.

Melissa joined us around noon, dressed in a power suit. She directed a few men in bringing in a large grill and placing it on the patio.

“I've never manned a barbecue before,” Zera giggled. “My pa always did it when I was a kid.”

“Shouldn't Mr. Draven do it?” I asked.

Zera blinked. “Stop trying to take away my fun,” she declared.

I had to get ready before she started grilling. I showered, adorning myself with a rose perfume Mr. Marsden had bought me. Then I pulled on the diamond necklace, loving how beautiful it looked snug tight about my throat. I pulled on my favorite uniform with a short, lacy skirt and a corset-like bodice that laced up the front. My breasts were piled up, jiggling with every step.

“I'll see you in a bit,” I waved to Zera as she bustled in the kitchen.

I drove my new car over to Mr. Marsden. A cute, cream Volkswagen beetle. I was nervous the entire ride up. Tonight would be like a date with Mr. Marsden. Our first date. I was getting a little giddy with excitement.

“Ma belle orchidée,”
he grinned when I walked in. He dressed casual, for him, in a gray suit jacket, a white shirt, no tie, and the top buttons undone.

“Master,” I smiled, giving him a quick curtsy. I loved doing that.

He strode to me, the back of his fingers stroking my neck and brushing the necklace he bought me. “Magnificent.
Vous volez toujours mon souffle.”

I blushed.

He pulled out a small, black box from his pocket, handing it to me. I smiled as I opened it—diamond earrings. They were silver teardrops each set with a rather large diamond. “Thank you.” I pulled out the tiny studs I wore and quickly put them on. “They're beautiful, Master.”

“Yes,” he agreed, his eyes raking my body. Then he proffered me his arm. “Shall we?”

I took it, eager for what this night would bring.

It was exciting waiting on my Master during the poker game.

Besides Mr. Draven and my Master, Mr. Grant, Mr. Howards, Mr. Anders, Mr. Travers, Mr. Vance, Mr. Chevalier, and Mr. Richardson were playing. Only Mr. Grant brought a maid. Issy attended the tall, handsome African-America. She grinned when her fiance's bold hands reached beneath my skirt to squeeze my rear.

“Issy,” I gasped.

She giggled. “My Master has a big appetite.”

Mr. Grant grinned and gave her leash a tug and Issy followed after him. The leash was a gold chain that disappeared into her bodice and I wondered just what it was clipped to. Did she have nipple clamps on? How very naughty. My own nipples tingled, remembering my first experience with them last week.

Zera manned the grill, an apron protecting her uniform and a chef's hat on her head. She beamed as she flipped the burgers. She motioned me to come join her on the patio. It was a clear, cold evening, but the grill warmed the air.

“How does Mr. Marsden like his burgers?” she asked me.

I frowned. “Um, I'm not sure.”

“Well, you better get it right,” she smiled, flipping a burger onto a bun.

I went with the staples: ketchup, onions, cheese, and a pickle. I walked back into the party, the men sitting around the table all bragging and laughing while sipping beers. “Master,” I smiled, setting it beside him.

He picked up the burger. I held my breath, hoping he would like it. He smiled after the first bite. I relaxed.

“I need another beer.”

“Yes, Master,” I smiled, walking into the kitchen and pulling one out of the refrigerator. I kissed him on the cheek when I returned, letting him have a nice look down the front of my uniform in the process.

The burgers were great, juicy and seasoned with a spicy zest. I licked my fingers clean after my first one. After everyone had eaten, the poker game was on.

Tessa and Anna were constantly being groped as they served the men that didn't have their own maids. Tessa seemed to enjoy herself. I was right, she was a perfect candidate for a curvy maid as she strutted the room, laughing as the men touched her.

Anna was shy. She had a plump face a button nose and her smile made her cheeks dimple. “Sit on my lap, fair Anna,” Mr. Chevalier grinned when she past him. “Give me some of your luck,
ma belle rose.”

Issy hissed beside me, giving dagger-eyes at the French billionaire. I had heard that something happened between the two.

“Francois, Anna needs to serve everyone, not just you,” Zera said. I blinked. I had never heard Zera speak so direct to one of the billionaires. Her subservience had evaporated.

“My apologies, Miss Alexandra,” Francois said, letting Anna go.

“Zera didn't even want him here,” Issy muttered to me. “But he's one of Mike's friends.”

“Mike?”

“Mr. Draven,” Issy snorted. “Though Zera's the only one that calls him that.”

Issy's golden leash suddenly jerked. “Yes, Master,” the blonde, curvy gal said as she strode forward.

“I need some of your sweet luck,” Mr. Curtis smiled, pulling his fiancee into his lap. He pushed her bodice down and I had a glimpse of Issy's heavy breasts and what the leash was clipped to. It split into two chains, each one attached to a gold ring that pierced her nipples. I squeezed my thighs together as Mr. Curtis nibbled on her tit.

“It's your bet, Ajax,” Mr. Draven said.

“Call,” Mr. Curtis announced, pulling his face from Issy's breasts and throwing in a chip. Issy looked at me over his head and blinked, clearly not caring her tits were out.

Soon Zera sat on Mr. Draven's lap and my friend moaned as he fingered her beneath the table for his own luck. She had the biggest smile on her face. Tessa let Mr. Vance grope her, his hand sliding down her bodice as she leaned over. I glanced at Mr. Marsden as he stared at his card. Didn't he need some luck?

I couldn't believe I was feeling left out. Even shy Anna let Mr. Travers stick his hand down her bodice and squeeze her heavy breasts. Was there something wrong with me? Maybe I wasn't as beautiful as all these other women.

My Master would rather focus on his cards than on me.

It was a depressing thought. I glanced down, feeling so exposed in my skimpy outfit.

“Another pot, Blake?” groaned Mr. Vance.

“I'm on a streak,” my Master answered.

I frowned, looking at the pile of chips in front of everyone. Master's pile was the biggest. He was winning. All the other billionaires were distracted by the women, but not him. Another hand was dealt, the other men barely paid attention as they threw in their bets.

But not my Master. I smiled, moving closer to look over his shoulder at his cards. I wish I understood poker better. I think he had a good hand, but he wasn't acting like it.

He looked over his shoulder at me and smiled, then turned back to his cards.

A warm thrill rushed through me at that smile.

He ended up winning almost a hundred thousand when the game wrapped up an hour later.. I gaped when I realized that. Well, they were billionaires. I bet that was like normal people playing for a hundred dollar pot. “Good job, Master,” I whispered, kissing his cheek.

His hand drifted beneath my skirt and rubbed my satin panties for a moment. “I could feel you rooting for me.”

The men disappeared to smoke cigars on the balcony and I sat on the couch with Anna. Then Issy trooped in and plopped her curvy rear between us. Issy still hadn't bothered to put her tits away as she sprawled, a happy look on her face, her leash rattling.

“So how's Blake?” Issy asked. “Does he make you cum hard?”

“Issy,” I gasped. Anna's hazel eyes widened. She was so innocent. I wondered if she was a virgin.

“Is that how you sound in bed?” Issy had a wicked grin on her round face framed by blonde curls. “Oh, Blake. Fuck me hard. Make me cum on your big cock.”

“That's not how I sound,” I laughed. “But, yes, I do.”

Issy put her arm around Anna, pulling the shy girl close. “You see. These billionaires know how to treat a woman. Well, most of them.”

“Who doesn't?” Anna asked, her voice high-pitched and quiet.

“Me.”

I jumped. Francois stood at the entrance to the room. He was tall, with black hair, and he had a brooding, handsome complexion, his dark eyes brimming with passion. He was drinking brandy, his eyes devouring Issy.

“What do you want?” Issy demanded, stiffening.

“To talk.”

“I'm not stopping you. Talk all you want. Preferably in hell.”

What had happened between them?

Francois walked into the room, standing before us. I wanted to melt away. It was so uncomfortable as he stared at Issy. The blonde just stared back, unflinching. Francois sipped his brandy.

“Maybe I should see if Zera needs help,” I said, breaking the silence.

“Stay,” Issy said. “Don't let this rude asshole drive you away.”

Francois knelt and grabbed Issy's hand. She tried to jerk away but he held on tight. “I am truly sorry.”

“Right,” Issy sneered.

“Things went too far.” Francois swallowed. “I...I did not treat you right. I saw you as a whore. A thing to used for my pleasure.”

“And you used me,” spat Issy. “I thought you loved me.”

He winced, taking a deep sigh. “I am sorry, Issy. I just wanted you to know that. After you left with Ajax, I realized what I had lost.”

“And you're not getting it back.” Issy tried to jerk her hand free again.

“I know that. But it just made me reexamine everything. I discovered that I missed you. Not for your beauty, but just your company. My apartment feels so empty without your feminine touch. If I hadn't thrown you aside so callously, I could have had the joy Ajax and Mike have.”

“Yep.”

Francois kissed her hand. “I wish you well, Isabella. I hope you are happy with Ajax. He is lucky to have you. Know that I am humbly sorry.”

“Fine, apology accepted. You can leave now.”

He straightened, then flashed Anna a roguish smile. I almost swooned, and it wasn't even directed at me. “Mademoiselle. I hope you choose your billionaire well.” Then he turned and strode out.

“Oh, my,” gasped Anna, her chest rising. “He's rather...gorgeous.”

“Shame he's ugly on the inside,” muttered Issy. “You stay away from him, Anna. He'll just hurt you.”

“Uh-huh,” panted Anna, her eyes distant.

The other men drifted back in. “Here's the delicious Anna,” grinned the fat, balding Mr. Richardson. He had a pleasant face, but I suddenly felt so naked as he leered at us.

The other billionaires wandered in. All except Mr. Vance. And Tessa was also missing. What they were getting up to?

“Which billionaire do you want to win,” Issy whispered in Anna's ear. “You need to impress them.”

“I think a little show's in order,” Mr. Curtis grinned.

“Umm, I think so, Master.”

Issy's throat purred. My eyes widened as she kissed Anna on the lips. The shy girl froze as Issy's hand stroked her flesh. My cheeks grew quite red. I didn't have a problem with women...doing that, but I had never witnessed it.

All the men seemed to love it.

I stood up, moving to Mr. Marsden as he sank into a chair. Anna gasped behind me. I sat on my master's lap, his strong arms wrapping around me. I felt so hot. It was exciting listening to the noises Anna made as Issy's hands and lips worked on her.

And I wasn't the only one excited by the display.

“Would you like to slip off somewhere, Master?” I whispered, squirming on his hard cock pressing into my rear.

“No,” he answered, his hand sliding up my thigh and disappearing beneath my skirt. “They're putting on a show for all of us. It would be rude to leave.”

I risked a glance. My eyes widened. Issy had Anna's breasts out, her tongue swirling about Anna's pink nub. “Wow,” I whispered. It was like watching live porn. My panties grew quite damp. Then I shuddered as my Master brushed them.

He slid his finger up and down my slit, pressing the satin panties into my groove. Pleasure trembled through me. His mouth sucked at my neck and his other hand slid up to my breasts, squeezing me through my corset.

“You are more radiant than both of them,” he whispered in my ear, his fingers pushing the gusset of my panties to the side, sliding a finger through my folds. I shuddered, my toes curling in my heels as the pleasure shivered through me.

His finger stirred inside me. Liquid warmth poured out. I moaned. He nuzzled at my neck, sucking, marking me as his above the diamond necklace. A second finger entered me. I squeezed down on it. The pleasure shuddered through me.

“Yes, Master,” I groaned.

Mr. Howards glanced back at me. His eyes were hungry as he watched me. I gasped again, more heat burning through me. I was scared of being watched, of showing off my true passion to a stranger. And I was scared by how hot it made me.

I fought my instincts to hide, surrendering in my master's arms. This is what he wanted. And I would give it to him. His thumb brushed my clit. My mouth widened, letting out another low sigh. A smile crossed Mr. Howard's tan face, his smile flashing white teeth.

“He's enchanted by you,” Master whispered in my ear. “He wants you. But he can't ever have you. You're
ma femme de chambre liée.
”

“Yes. I am!” I moaned louder, letting the pleasure growing inside me sweep me away. “All yours!”

His fingers curled, brushing this wonderful spot inside me. My legs spasmed as the pleasure roared through me. I let out a wordless howl, moaning louder than Anna on the couch. I hoped all the billionaires turned to watch me submit to my master.

A tempest whipped through me. I was helpless, unable to move as my body trembled. Master's strong arms moved me, shifting me until I face forward, his hard cock pressing against my pussy. I ground on it, rubbing it through my panties. His fingers had pulled out while I had been lost to rapture.

“Do you need to fuck me, Master?” I cried out as I ground on him. My lust burned me to be so whorish. The audience was split between watching us and watching Issy feast on Anna.

“Show them that you're
my
slut.”

Master's words shuddered through me. I reached down beneath my skirts and pushed the gusset of my panties aside. His hard cock brushed my wet petals. I shifted, finding his cock and guiding it to my entrance. I slid down on him. He was so thick and wonderful. I moaned as I embraced him.

“So wonderful, Master!”

His strong hands seized my waist, helping me to ride him. I planted my feet on the ground, trying to rise up on my heels. It was too hard. I kicked them off, my stocking-clad feet pressed into the hardwood, and I lifted up.

Amazing joy filled me.

I worked my hips, guided by Master's strong hands. I moaned and gasped and let myself be free. Be his. I wanted all these billionaires to see how a real man makes a woman scream. A second orgasm was swelling as they watched us.