Lacy Bonds (Veronica's Tale)(Curvy Maids 3): (A Billionaire, BDSM, BBW naughty romance) (8 page)

The pleasure crested inside my core. I gasped and moaned, calling out “Master” as the bliss threatened to drown me. I bit my lip, shuddering as my orgasm neared. “May I cum, Master?”

“You may. Tonight you can cum whenever you want.”

I shuddered in relief, letting my orgasm sweep over me. I bucked into his hungry mouth as he drank the passion flooding out of me. I wanted to squeeze my thighs about his head, to hold him tight against my nethers, but the spreader bars restrained me. They rattled, and the headboard creaked as my writhing body fought against my restraints.

“What a delicious dessert you prepared,” Master said, his fingers grasping the end of the butt plug.

I moaned as he pulled it slowly out. My sphincter stretched as the wide base of the tapered toy pulled out. A fiery pleasure burned through me as he worked more and more out until I was suddenly empty.

Master rimmed me. His tongue swirling about, stirring up new pleasure through me. “Oh, Master! That's so dirty.”

“I know. I love it.”

He sealed his mouth, sucking, rimming, pleasing me. I couldn't believe how wonderful this dirty act felt. Everything my Master taught me was amazing. His tongue wormed inside me, swirling about, teasing me. I bucked, my heavy breasts swaying, the nipple clamps tugging my nipples about.

He worked back to my pussy and I gasped as a cold finger thrust into my bowels. Master had lubed himself, preparing me for his cock. He tongued my pussy, not as hard as before, but just enough to keep me excited as he slipped a second finger into my backdoor. And then a third, pumping them in and out.

“I'm ready for you, Master,” I moaned. “Please, fuck my asshole. Be the first man to fuck my ass! The only man!”

“You are surrendering everything to me.” I could hear how pleased he sounded. “My beautiful, bound maid.”

“Yes! I am yours! So take me and let my body satisfy you, Master.”

He moved around, rising up. Something hard brushed my pussy. He pushed it in. Not his cock. It was plastic, shaped like an oval—the egg vibrator. It hummed to life inside me, stirring me up. I gasped, shivering as my nerves came alive.

Then his thick cock, wet with lube, pushed between my cheeks. He paused, reaching past my head and seizing the pillow I lay on. Then he lifted up my butt and placed the pillow beneath me, angling me so he could get in me better. I humped my hips as his cock pressed against my sphincter. He rubbed it against the puckered opening, stirring up exciting pleasure.

“Fuck my ass, Master!” I moaned. “Please stop teasing me.”

“But you are so beautiful when you're frustrated.”

The vibrator hummed louder. A small orgasm tumbled through me. “Please, please, please give me your cock, Master! I need you inside me!”

“Because you're my slut?”

That dirty word sent fire racing through me. “I am! I'm your slut forever, Master!”

“Forever,” he whispered and thrust inside me.

He didn't go slow. He invaded my ass with one thrust. I gasped, his body leaning over me, his hands planted on either side of me. His muscular form crushed me as his hips hammered away. The bed groaned, the springs squeaked. His lips found mine, kissing me hard as he fucked my ass.

It was so different than my pussy. And so wonderful. Hot pleasure surged through me, mixing with the humming in my pussy. I bucked my hips into him, thrusting my tongue into his kiss. He was taking me like he had never before. His strong hands stroked my sides, his passion burning through me.

He broke the kiss. “You are perfect,” he moaned into my ear, nibbling on my lips. “You are everything I wanted. I would be so lost without your submission.”

“Yes, Master!” I gasped. “I...I love you!”

His thrust stopped, buried inside me. My words seemed to echo through the room. “Do you?”

“Yes, Master. I do! I love you with all my heart. I...I think I loved you when we first met.”

“I love you,
ma femme de chambre liée.”

He thrust again, deep and slow, the pleasure burning through me. His words shot straight through me. He loved me. He loved me. I gasped, bucking into him. My body rippled, an orgasm shuddering through me. I cried out with wordless passion, my bowels squeezing down on his cock plunging in and out of me.

“I love you, Master! So much!”

He took me with such passion. His thrusts and the vibrator prolonged my orgasm. Wave after wave of rapture washed through my body. I writhed beneath him, wishing I wasn't bound so I could hold his strong body.

He grunted with his passion, burying his cock into her.
“Ma belle orchidée!”
he groaned into my ear as he unleashed his cum inside me. Hot, molten liquid pumped into my ass. It felt so wonderfully right, so dirty and amazing.

“Master,” I sighed, one last shudder wracking my body.

Master lay on me, crushing me with his strength. I never wanted him to move. I wanted us to stay like this forever. His lips nuzzled at my neck, his stubble rasping on my sensitive skin—one more sensation for me to savor.

“I think you need to be cleaned up,
ma femme de chambre liée.”

“Are you going to wash me, Master?”

“You have been so obedient tonight.” Then he laughed. “Mostly. I will.”

He kissed me again before climbing off of me. Slowly he took everything off. My nipples ached as the clamps came off, the blood rushing back into my tender nipples. He pulled the humming vibrator out and unhooked the spreader bar and uncuffed my wrist. Then he pulled off the blindfold.

I blinked, the soft light bright in my eyes. He stood over me, his muscular body glistening with sweat. I inhaled the wonderful musk of our love making. He pulled me up, ripping off the apron bunched around my stomach and I leaned against him as we went into the shower.

The water was so warm as it sprayed on me. He didn't manacle me to the ceiling. He caressed me like a lover, gently washing my body clean. It wasn't sexual, but tender and intimate. I felt so close to him.

I grabbed the body wash, eager to return the favor. I loved running my hands across his hard muscles. I worked down his chest to his side, touching the white scar that marred his right side. Long and puckered. How terrible was the injury to leave such a long scar?

“How did you get this, Master?” I asked, stroking the white crease.

“In a car accident,” he answered. “The night my wife died.”

I froze. I hadn't thought about Cosette in a while. I looked up at him. His eyes were distant, full of love and pain. A certain horror gripped my heart. I had been so afraid that he merely saw me as his wife, that it wasn't really me he loved, but just what I represented.

“We were playing a game,” he whispered. “She was bound and naked in the passenger seat, her head in my lap. She was so beautiful and loving.
Ma tulipe liée.”

I knew what that meant—my bound tulip. So close to what he called me. He was just seeing his wife in me. He really didn't love me.

“We were always playing such wonderful games like that. I knew how much she loved me because she fully surrendered to me.” His eyes were distant, seeing past me. He was seeing her.

I was a fool. I never should have let things get this far. Tears brimmed in my eyes.

“Cosette was the perfect woman.”

I had to get out of here. I couldn't stay a moment longer. My heart drowned in shattered pain.

I ripped the shower door open, bolting out dripping with water and soap suds. There wasn't time to think.

“Veronica!” he shouted in confusion.

“This was a mistake!” I sobbed, racing through his bedroom. There was a loud crash behind me.

My wet feet padded on the hardwood floors. I grabbed my long coat, pulling it on as I reached the door to his apartment. I yanked it open, dashing into the hallway. I reached the elevator, mashing the button, holding my coat closed around my naked body.

The elevator doors dinged, and I dove in, leaning against the wall. My breath heaved, the world spun about me. Why had I let myself fall in love?

The elevator doors squeaked and grated as they slid closed.

His hand shot between them, pulling the doors open. I gaped. He stood there naked, unconcerned, his side still soapy. He stepped in, staring at me with such intensity. I swallowed, pressing against the back of the elevator.

“What's wrong, Veronica?” he demanded. “What mistake?”

“To fall in love with you,” I sobbed, the tears running down my face.

“How is that a mistake?” There was pain in his gray-blue eyes. “How is loving me wrong?”

I sank to the elevator floor, the doors closing behind him. My body shook as my pain poured out. The elevator moved down. He hit the stop button. An alarm buzzed. I clutched my knees, sobbing into my coat.

“Why is it a mistake?” He knelt, cupping my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Tell me.”

I ripped my face from his hands.

“You promised to submit. Why is it a mistake?” Anger tinged his voice. He was so stern. Commanding.

I looked up at him. “Because you don't love me!”

He gaped. “But I do. Veronica, I was stunned by the first sight of you. Your beauty, your compassion, your obedience. You reached out to me, pulled me out of my grief.”

“But it's not me you love. It's your dead wife! I'm just a proxy.”

He hugged me tight. “Why do you think that?”

“It's obvious. We both like to be tied up. You call her
ma tulipe liée.
And I'm your
ma femme de chambre liée.
We even looked alike. You needed to have your wife back, and I came along, just as submissive.”

He hugged me tighter. “I know you're not Cosette. I never thought you were. You are as different as night and day.”

“But we both like to be tied up.”

“So?” he laughed. “Two people can love the same things and be nothing alike. Cosette was a bold woman. Fierce and passionate. I tamed her. But you are a gentle girl. I took years to mold Cosette. She enjoyed the contest, always fighting as much as she could, making me chase her. God, Veronica, I loved her for that. And I loved you for comforting me. For submitting completely to me. Do you understand?”

“You love me?” I sniffed. “You really do?”

“God, yes. You are life, Veronica. When Cosette died, I never thought I would ever love again. I thought that part of my life was over. I buried myself in my work. I locked up all her belongings in storage, sold our houses. I was dead inside. You saved me, Veronica.”

He kissed me, capturing my lips, pouring all his love into the kiss. My arms wrapped around him, holding him tight. I didn't want to let go. I cried for joy. I would have kept kissing him, but the elevator's intercom began buzzing.

“Is everything all right?” a tinny voice asked. “Hello, this is security. Is anyone in there?”

“We're okay,” I laughed. “We're fine.”

“More than fine,” Master agreed.

I giggled as he straightened up, my eyes admiring his sculpted strength. “You know you're naked.”

Master glanced down and laughed. “Christ, I didn't even realized it. If I hadn't tripped getting out of the shower, I would have caught you before you got this far.”

“Are you hurt?”

He shrugged. “Just stubbed my toe. It's nothing.” He pressed the stop button. The elevator lurched before lowering. We rode the elevator down to the lobby. He stood behind me when the doors opened.

A mousy woman blinked when she saw us. “Umm, I'll take the next one.”

“Sorry,” I smiled as the doors slid shut. Then I felt his erection pressing on my rear. “Are you getting excited?”

“We got caught,” he grinned. “Doesn't it make you wet?”

I blushed. “Master, I'm still soaked from the shower. I don't think I can get more wet.”

The elevator reached our floor. He swept me up in his arms and carried me to our condo. Thank god the door didn't lock behind us. I had forgotten my purse in my haste to escape. He carried me to our bed, stretching me out on it.

Then he fetched the rope. I shivered, smiling in anticipation. I was his bound maid. It was only right that we make love this way.

I grew more wet as he tied me up. The soft rope ran about my plump body, rasping and setting off my nerves “Oh, Master,” I moaned. “I love it. I hope you tie me up a lot.”

“I will,” he promised, wrapping the rope around my breasts. He pulled tight, the rope digging into my flesh, my breasts rising up like two, perfect mounds. Complicated knots bound me up, restricting me. My legs were bent, my arms bound to my sides.

His fingers teased my body as he worked, brushing all my sensitive spots until I squirmed with desire. I needed no more foreplay once he tied the last knot—being bound was foreplay enough tonight. So exciting and sensual. I was helpless just the way he loved me.

He rolled me on my stomach putting a pillow beneath me. My thighs were bound, making my sheath even tighter for him. I gasped as he entered me, so slow, driving in so deep. My pussy was liquid warmth squeezing down on him.

“So wonderful,” he groaned, giving my ass a slap. “I love you, Veronica.”

“I love you, Blake,” I gasped, using his name for the first time.

“That's Master,” he growled, giving me another slap.

“Sorry, Master,” I groaned, pushing back into his thrusts. “I'm such a bad maid.”

“You are my maid forever,” he growled. “I will own you and love you and never let you go!”

“Yes,” I moaned, shuddering beneath his thrust. “That's wonderful!”

Our flesh slapped together, the bed creaking with the vigor of our love making. I squeezed down on him, gripping his cock with my velvet sheath. I wanted him to enjoy me as much as possible. To receive as much pleasure as he always had given me.

“Veronica!” he groaned, his balls slapping my aching clitoris every time he buried into me. “My Veronica.”

My orgasm rippled through me. It warmed me with his love. I let it wash all over me. He drove in, groaning as my pussy caressed him. His hands tightened on my ass, squeezing my plump flesh. And then, with a grunt, he came inside me.

I loved it. Such an intimate, passionate moment.

I shuddered in delight.

He held me, rolling us onto our sides and spooning me from behind.

“Master,” I whispered.

“Yes,” he sighed, nuzzling my back.

“Can we sleep like this?”

“I'd love that.”

I smiled, my body tired after all our pleasure. He held me, his bound maid. I was his forever.

I'll take care of him,
I promised Cosette as I drifted off to sleep.

I thought I heard a voice whisper thank you in my ear. I'm sure it was my imagination.

END