Curvy Ever After: Forbidden Curvy Girl Fairy Tales (22 page)

Now that her arms were secure, Shayne moved to her last article of clothing. He took his index finger and slowly stroked it down her neck to her sternum, through the middle of her luscious breasts, down her quivering tummy to the matching black lace boyshorts covering her mound. He traced his finger around the waistband of the panties and Aliyah trembled. Shayne turned his hand until his palm was flush with the lace, and his fingertips pointed down towards her sex. He slid his hand down further and cupped her heat. He could feel just how wet she was through her panties.

Shayne gripped the material and tore it from her. Aliyah gasped as she was left naked, with the exception of her black heels. He brought the soaking wet panties up to his nose and breathed in her spicy scent. He tucked the panties into his pants pocket and then crouched down in front of her. Shayne lightly tapped her right foot and she lifted it for him. He pulled her ankle over to the cuff below and strapped her in, and then did the same with the other ankle. She was officially his, at least for the rest of the night.

Shayne stepped back and took in her naked form and bit his lip hard. She was stunning. Her body was soft and supple. The term brickhouse came to mind as he gazed at her. The V between her thick thighs was embellished by a dark trim little triangle that directed the eye to her pretty pussy. Her caramel skin gleamed, only marred by the faint lines of stretch marks that adorned her hips and lower abdomen. Marks that told a story. Her story. Aliyah’s tongue nervously wet her lush lips as she awaited his next move. Shayne unbuttoned each of the cuffs on his sleeves and then rolled them up to his elbows.
Time to go to work.

Shayne was great with his hands, and for more than just building beautiful furniture. They were also for building up tension in a lovely woman and bringing her to a life-changing climax. Both skills came in handy and were talents he took very seriously.

He stepped up to Aliyah once more. He made sure that no part of his body was touching her as he leaned forward. Shayne kissed her lips, feather light and she surprised him by flicking her tongue against his lips. He growled deep in his throat, clutched her face in his hands, and deepened the kiss. Their tongues danced together and he mimicked with every dip of his tongue, what he would do to her later.

Shayne released her lips on a gasp and balled his hands into tight fists. He felt his control slipping and he wasn’t even closed to done. It was time to move on to the next step in his sensual assault. And he was nothing, if not methodical.

“Aliyah, tell me one more time. What is your safeword?” Shayne asked.

“Teapot,” she breathed.

“Mmm…good girl. Are you ready?” He asked.

“Y-Yes. No. I-I don’t know. I’m nervous.” Aliyah answered honestly.

“You’re only nervous because this is all unknown to you. Let me educate you.” Shayne said as he bent down and flicked his tongue against her nipple.

“Ahh! Yes!” Aliyah cried out and pulled at her restraints.

Shayne softly swirled his tongue around her nipple, then he clamped his lips around it and pulled gently. The coffee colored tip wrinkled and hardened further. Once he felt it was hard enough, Shayne held out his hand to Nia and she handed him the nipple clamps. He opened one of the clamps and then eased it closed over her hard peak. Aliyah gasped at the pinch of the clamp.

“It’s okay, baby girl. There is a thin line between pain and pleasure and I’m going to take you to that line but I promise not to cross it. It’ll make your pleasure that much better.” Shayne informed her. “Are you alright?” He asked just to be sure.

“Uh huh.” She nodded briskly, her chest heaving.

Shayne quickly moved to her other breast and gave it the same attention. This time Aliyah knew what was coming, though she still panted at the pinch. The pain didn’t last very long and a slight numbness came over her nipples. Then, several seconds ticked by and nothing happened. She had no idea what he planned next and then her body shuddered as the soft fringes of the flogger caressed her body.

Shayne slowly tickled her skin with the fringes and she gasped. Then she felt nothing. But she heard the faint sounds of the flogger, as if he was whirling it round and round. She could even feel the slight breeze the twirling flogger made. Suddenly, she felt the light smack of the soft, thin tassels.

“Oh my God!” Aliyah shouted out.

It didn’t hurt, but it was unexpected and made her skin tingle. Shayne started out slowly, making his way down from her breasts to her calves. When the fringes hit her labia and clit her back arched off of the cross. Then the smacks became a little firmer and quicker as he rained them down upon her flesh in random spots on her body.

The more he did this, the more blood rushed to the surface of her skin, making her skin hypersensitive. Aliyah’s clit was so swollen with arousal, she could feel the pulse of her heartbeat in the tiny nub. Her thighs were slick from the dew that dripped from her cleft. A thin sheen of sweat covered her body.

Aliyah wasn’t ready to say ‘teapot’ because of pain per se, but because she needed release somehow. She couldn’t explain the feeling of wanting desperately for the torture to stop, but never wanting it to end either. She felt like one big exposed nerve.

“Shayne, please!” She begged as she pulled on her restraints.

The soft smacks stopped, immediately followed by his unexpected mouth on her folds. Aliyah inhaled sharply. Shayne licked up her cleft and flicked her clit ever so slightly, striking gold. Right at detonation, someone pulled the clamps from her nipples and the blood rushed back to them. A soft wet tongue flicked one of her nipples at the same time Shayne teased her sensitive button. Her hands fisted around the chains of her manacles, her back arched off of the cross, and a loud scream ripped from her throat.

Aliyah fell apart. Her hips pumped towards Shayne’s awaiting tongue. She fucked his face with abandon, not caring about anything in that moment. Her thighs shook convulsively and her chest heaved with every harsh breath, pushing her breast further into the unknown mouth. She assumed that it was Nia. She never thought about being with a woman or letting one touch her, but she didn’t care. Nothing mattered, except for the pleasure coursing through her.

Shayne’s mouth disappeared from her weeping sex and the mysterious mouth moved to her other breast. After a few moments, Aliyah felt hands on one of her ankles, freeing her. Then the next was also freed and strong arms wrapped around her thighs. One minute she was empty and aching. The next she was lifted off her feet and impaled, with what felt like an enormous cock. He filled every inch of her in one powerful thrust. And Aliyah screamed again.

“Please…let me see you!” Aliyah cried as he continued to stroke into her smoothly.

Shayne reached up and pulled away the blindfold. Aliyah squinted as the light hit her eyes. Once they adjusted, she looked at his handsome face, focusing on his intense steel blue gaze. His jaw was slack and mouth open as hard pants escaped his lips, his warm breath fanning her face. She realized that he was completely naked and assumed he’d taken off his clothes after her first shattering climax.

The arm wrapped around her waist, clasped her tighter as he reached for the leather cuff and released her arm. Shayne reached for the other and released it too. Aliyah immediately dug her fingers in his short-cropped, silver hair.

Shayne carried her over to a plush red leather bench. He released her and positioned her on her knees, over the bench. His hand came down suddenly and smacked one ridiculously round cheek and as she clenched in surprise and he drove into her from behind. Aliyah’s legs instantly began to quiver as he hit her G-spot and a new, startling orgasm radiated through her. Shayne didn’t stop, even as her fluttering pussy drove him insane. He continued to plunder her deep recesses and one orgasm rolled into another.

Aliyah’s arms could no longer hold her up and she collapsed, her ass still in the air. Shayne swiveled his hips and rained light slaps to her ass that ripple with every pump and sent electric pulses to her clit. Her cries could be heard throughout the entire room. Aliyah had never been vocal, but then again she hadn’t had a reason to be. Shayne brought out the goddess in her.

The sex god himself, pulled out of her aching core. He lifted her from the bench and laid down on his back, his intentions clear. He wanted her to straddle him. It was the first opportunity Aliyah had to look at his magnificent cock. It was incredibly long and thick and harder than any erection she had ever seen. She attributed it to the silver cock ring that was nestled at the base of his well manscaped shaft.

In fact, she hadn’t gotten a chance to see any of his naked body. All of him was a sight to behold. Corded arms with surprising tattoos. A defined chest with flat pink nipples, cut abs, and strong powerful legs. Michelangelo’s David had nothing on this man.

Aliyah did as his eyes asked and she straddled his hips. Slowly, she slid down his hard length once more. She was so sensitive that she didn’t know how much more she could take. Aliyah placed her hands on his hard chest for balance and used her legs to slide up and then back down his stiff manhood. She threw her head back as he went incredibly deep.

Shayne reached up and cupped her large breasts. He knew he was in trouble. In one evening he had become irrefutably addicted to this caramel temptress. He’d thought that it would’ve taken a couple of tries to break down her walls and pull her out of her shell. But her defenses crumbled under his assault. Her inner goddess must have been right there at the surface, waiting for someone who cared enough to break her free.

Shayne was ready to take back control. He braced her back as he flipped her onto her back on the bench. He lifted her legs up to her chest, position his cock at her slick entrance and dipped shallowly. Aliyah writhed beneath him.

“Shayne, I-I can’t take much more.” She panted out, her head lolling back and forth as if she was delirious.

He growled deep in his throat and began to stroke into her with demanding blows. Once more, her inner walls started to quake. Aliyah’s back arched off of the bench, this time Shayne covered her mouth with his and captured her cries of release. And finally he let go. He came with an explosion. Shayne relinquished her lips and shouted out as jet after jet of cum pumped from him.

“Ahhh…f-fuck!” Shayne roared.

He continued to stroke into her slowly as he kissed Aliyah all over her flushed face. His semen still jetting from his still hard shaft. It was the hardest he had ever climaxed.

“Aliyah…” He breathed her name like a benediction. “You were magnificent.”

“Me?” Aliyah asked, exhausted.

“Yes, you.” Shayne confirmed.

He kissed her deeply. When he released her lips and looked up, Nia was grinning widely at him and the rest of the club members looked at them hungrily.
Sorry folks, we’re not sharing.
Shayne looked back down at Aliyah and realized she had fallen into a deep oblivious sleep.

“I’ll take care of you, mon amour.” Shayne whispered.

~~~

Aliyah’s eyes opened to the pale light of dawn coming through the window. She squinted as her eyes adjusted. As her eyes came into focus, the ceiling she was staring at looked very familiar. She sat up quickly and looked around at her surroundings. Aliyah was back in her hotel room.

“How did I…?” Aliyah started, but let the question hang in the air. “Holy shit! Was that all just a dream? Did I never even leave my room last night?”

She fell back on the bed again as she replayed the evening in her mind.
I just don’t know.
Aliyah balled up her hands into tiny fists and hit the mattress a few times in frustration.

“I knew it was too good to be true!” She growled.

She looked over at the nightstand to see what time it was, knowing she needed to get ready for work.
How am I going to face Shayne after a dream like that?
Her eyes lit on something that sat by her phone. She got up on her hands and knees and crawled over to the bedside table. Aliyah reached for the playing card that sat on the table and read what it said just as there was a knock at the door.

The white card with gold lettering said,
Cum again…
Wide-eyed, she dropped the card and went to the door.

“Who is it?” Aliyah asked.

“Aliyah, its Shayne.” The deep voice answered.

Aliyah opened the door to the gorgeous man. Before she could say anything, she was wrapped up in his warm, solid embrace. His lips devoured hers as he walked her backwards into the room and kicked the door closed.

“I couldn’t wait to see you again.” Shayne spoke between kisses.

“Then it wasn’t a dream?” Aliyah asked against his lips.

“If it was, I don’t ever want to wake up.” Shayne answered sweetly.

“What about work?” She asked as he kissed down her neck.

“Fuck work. I own the place.” He growled.

Aliyah and Shayne tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, lips, and urgent tongues. Aliyah’s mind consumed with thoughts of a possible new foreign address, as Shayne’s tried to figure out how he could convince her to stay. Their trip down the rabbit hole, just beginning…