Dancing With A Dom: A BBW Romance (4 page)

Brushing his finger across her wet pussy lips, he felt the abundant arousal sliding down her legs. “You are so responsive. So wet. So fuckable. Look,” he commanded.

She squeezed her eyes shut and hunched her shoulders. He smacked her hard in the spot where her glowing buttocks met her thighs. She shrieked and tried to shield herself.

“I told you to do something, little girl. Look in the mirror.” He pulled her away from the bar and turned her so her red ass reflected in the mirror. “See my beautiful marks on you. See how you glow.”

Her glossy eyes widened, and she licked her lips, breathing heavily as she focused on his favorite sight.

Bending her a little, he pried her legs apart with his feet. “Now, see your pussy.”

She squeaked but held his gaze before focusing on the mirror.

“See your arousal.”

“Oh my God.” She trembled as she watched him reach between her legs to stroke her firm clit.

“You are going to watch yourself come.”

Wide-eyed and moaning, her legs spread wide, she watched him play her to the rhythm of the beat. Flick, flick, squeeze—her wetness doubled as she danced in place. She was his instrument and he the musician. And they both played magnificently.

He entered her with one finger while teasing her clit with the other. Two pumps inside her tight, hot channel was all it took. She clenched around his finger, her legs tightened, and she screamed. A long, hard, high-pitched scream as she convulsed around his finger.

When she finished her long climax, she collapsed in his arms, and he brought her to his lap on the floor.

Kissing her forehead, he cuddled her to his chest. “You are very sensual. Very beautiful. Perfect. And the fault in your bed was not yours. You just needed the right touch.” Then he held her until she had finished a long, much needed cry.

“Thank you,” she whispered and gazed up at him, flecks of amber and gold dancing in her gorgeous eyes.

“You will partner with me for this show.”

“Really?”

Smiling, he leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. “Yes. I can’t have you upsetting any more of my dancers. And now that I know how to keep you in line…”

She giggled and buried her head into his chest.

He would dance with this woman and teach her about dominance and submission. And if he was lucky, he would finally let go of a year of heartache.

Chapter Four

“Today, you’ll dance by yourself,” Dane said as he closed the door behind us.

John, the camera dude stood in the corner of the room, wiping lenses and setting up tripods with cameras. They liked to get all angles—even what I considered my less desirable ones.

“What do you want me to do? I don’t know how to do this stuff by myself.” God, I hated how whiny my voice sounded.

“Just go through the motions for each step. I’ll direct. John will video. Then we’ll look through the footage later to see where we can improve, your best assets, when you drop position, and when you feel most and least comfortable.”

I wrinkled my nose and scuffed my shoes in a loud squeak on the floor. Yeah, I was pouting, too. “But I still don’t remember the difference between a chassé and a check. And what leads into a cha-cha. Do you want Guapacha or normal? I’m already at my least comfortable. Does that count for anything?” I was seriously about to freak out. I didn’t like sudden changes, and my new partner seemed to have forgotten that.

“Change of plans.” Pulling me in front of the large wall of mirrors, he kissed the back of my hand, sending shivers down my spine. Those dark eyes peered right through me, past the wall of fear and the need for control. “Don’t dance. Don’t think. Just feel.”

That’s what he had been saying about everything we did the past two weeks. “Just feel.”

Those words had found me flat on my back, on my knees, over his knee, beneath him, above him… Sometimes dancing. Other times… the sex… Yeah, he still called it dancing, but it was way more than dancing. He was my Dom, and I his sub. Sometimes he called me sub or subbie. Others he called me
little girl
. He was the only man in the world big enough to call me little. Yes, he was physically taller, larger, and stronger. But it wasn’t
that
kind of big. He was
bigger
.

“John and I are going to sit here and watch you, little girl. You are going to let go and feel the music how you want to. Explore the music; how it fills you; how it makes you feel. Let your body react in whatever way you like. We are going to watch you explore yourself. Are you okay with that?”

We had talked a few nights ago. Maybe it was the epically mind-blowing orgasms, or the fact that I had sobbed in his arms because of the beauty of how he made me feel. I don’t know why, but I opened up, and it all came tumbling out. My desires to try rougher sex, for him to talk dirty to me, pull my hair, shove his thick cock in my mouth—or my bottom… And after seeing myself orgasm in front of that large wall of mirrors, I couldn’t get enough… Watching… Being watched. Being seen, really truly seen. I had an exhibitionist side I wanted to explore, and he knew it. The question was, could I let go, dance for them, explore where the music took me? To be honest, I wanted to try something crazy and different also.

Okay. Why not? One
just feel
dance coming up.

Dane backed away to take a seat on one of the chairs against the opposite wall, motioning for John to back off and do the same.

I cleared my throat and pulled my hair into a long ponytail as he turned on his MP3 player. Low thumping music with strong native beats and instruments echoed through the room.

“Leave your hair down, little girl,” Dane commanded. “I like the way it moves with your body.”

Rhythm embraced me, warming me, making me feel bold. Averting my eyes, I stared at a large panel above their heads, not sure if I should ignore them.

“Look at us.”

I met their gazes. John had set the camera on top of his knee and was leaning forward, his eyes flickering with interest. I swallowed and started swaying to the music. My hips had a mind of their own, catching each beat of the wooden drum. Back, forth, left, right, lazily swinging. I liked this feeling. Their eyes focused on me, only me, darkening with lust with each thrust and grind I made.

“Let us fuck you with our eyes,” Dane growled.

Oh God, yes
. My heart hammered; my breaths quickened. The music surged through me, making me feel alive. I forgot all about strong frames and heel turns as I bent and trembled, tilting my pelvis. My breasts swung from side to side as I undulated for my audience.

My hair swept across my face as I whipped my head around, never losing eye contact with the men in front of me.

They leaned forward, elbows braced on their knees.

I sank to mine.

The door opened and another man walked in, closing it firmly behind him. I think his name was Mac.

Dane tilted his head, a questioning gaze in his eyes. Was I okay with this?

Nodding, I grinned and pointed toward the back wall. Who would have thought I could get so turned on by the thought of three men watching me dance? I wiggled my ass and bent over with a quick whipping motion of my hair.

Grabbing my tits, I thrust them out and against the black cotton of my tank top. I was wearing the special kind of tank with a light built-in shelf bra. Not great for support, but pretty damn great when you wanted to wiggle and flaunt what you had. I had gorgeous breasts. I had always known this. Perfectly shaped, well rounded, full. Swaying with each step I took. And the men loved it. They really were fucking me with their eyes. I was the one thing they could not get enough of, could not take their eyes off. It empowered me. It felt sexy. I felt beautiful. I loved the way they leaned forward, licking their lips, eyes wide, dilated. Their fists clenched against the seams of the jeans. I could see the rock-hard interest in all of them, except for John. Probably because the camera sat on his lap.

Men watching me.

Men loving my body.

I felt so in control, so wanton, so
horny
.

“Give me a dollar,” I said in a low, husky voice that didn’t sound like my own.

All three men instantly thrust bills at me. With a grin, I collapsed to all fours and took one in my mouth. Sitting on my heels, I rubbed the crisp, cool bill against my peaked nipples. Coarse, rough…like sandpaper. I was too sensitive and it hurt. But it hurt in a good way.

The music thumped faster, and I stood up, swaying, thrusting my pelvis as if fucking air. They liked
that
. I heard a loud groan, and an “Oh, yeah.” It turned me on. They were like putty in my hands.

Spreading my feet to hip width, I bent my legs, and inserted the dollar bill into my wet panties. The bill came out damp, smelling like my arousal. “For you.”

John dropped the camera, and scrambled to pick it up.

Yeah, I liked this feeling. So consuming, so powerful, so erotic, so fucking
dirty
.

I sashayed over and climbed into Dane’s lap, grinding against his leg. I clenched and unclenched, humped and fucked him. His eyes were the color of the darkest moonless midnight. When I got off him, I had left a wet spot about the size of my fist, on his jeans. “A souvenir to remember me by,” I drawled. I wiggled my ass, turned, and walked back to the mirrored wall, smiling.

“The dance is over,” Dane growled.

***

He couldn’t get the men out of the room fast enough. After threatening Jonathan with a savage death if he deleted the footage—or shared it with anyone—he locked the door. Advancing on his prey, he had one thing in mind.

“Come to me.”

Her breathing erratic, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, she stumbled. He caught her before she could fall and grabbed her hair in his fist, yanking her head back. She opened her mouth to his ferocious kiss, mewling and moaning against his lips. Demanding she yield, he plunged into her mouth, exploring, ravishing, leaving no part of her sweet lips untouched. She tasted like red, ripe berries and honey, and her arousal wafted in his nose, combining with her sweet taste.

“On your knees,” he barked.

She dropped to the floor beneath him gazing up at him wildly, hungry, licking her lips as he unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free and she leaned forward to kiss it. Yanking her head back again, he watched the tears form in her eyes. “I didn’t give you permission.”

She frowned and whimpered, begging with her eyes.

“What do you want, little girl?” Loosening his tight grip on her scalp, he caressed her cheek and she purred. “Would you like me to fuck your mouth?”

She nodded and licked her lips again, excitement in her eyes.

“Answer me properly, subbie.”

Her eyes widened, and she shifted with a groan. “Yes, sir. Please fuck my mouth.”

Yanking her pants down, he stroked up her thighs to her soaked pussy. “God, you are so wet for me.” He rubbed her juices up inside her tank top, over her nipples.

Arching her back, she shimmied as he toyed with the peaks, ripping her tank top over her head.

“Did you like being on display?”

She nodded and he slapped her breasts. “Sorry, yes, sir.” She squealed. “I liked it very much.” Tears shimmered in her eyes. “I felt so dirty and so good.”

“Would you like to be my dirty little slut?” he asked as he caressed her hardened nipples.

“Oh God, yes.” Her breath came fast and hard; her pupils flared.

“Say it,” he commanded.

“I want to be your dirty little slut,” she slurred and leaned forward. “Please fuck my mouth, sir.”

“You may suck now.” He released her head and watched her bob over his cock.

The heat of her mouth slid up and down, engulfing him in flames. She sucked and licked him, taking him all the way into the back of her throat. Gagging, she released him. “Take all of me, little slut. Open yourself to me.” He gripped her hair hard and shoved himself into the back of her throat.

She gurgled and her eyes widened as he pumped in and out, fucking her mouth for his pleasure and his alone.

“I’m going to come, and you will swallow every drop, or I will punish you,” he warned, and she nodded around her mouth full of cock. The pressure built and he came, hard. Every inch of his body tightened, in a roaring climax and he shot his hot seed down her tight throat. She whimpered and trembled. But she swallowed every bit he gave her. When he released her head, she licked him from base to tip. Out of breath and slightly swaying, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and beamed up at him.

“Thank you, sir.”

“You are such a treasure.” He lifted her to her feet, and steered her to the chair. “Let me reward you.” Placing her over his lap, he spanked her bare bottom. Quick, hard swats, leaving angry, red handprints all over her ass.

“Yes. Oh. Mmmph!” She wriggled over his lap as he lit into her. Humping against his leg, she moaned with each loud slap echoing throughout the room.

“You like it when I spank your ass.” It wasn’t a question, so he didn’t expect an answer.

“Yessss,” she hissed. “More. Please, harder.”

This was the woman deep down inside the controlling, type A side she showed to the rest of the world. Macy loved being dominated. And he was the man for the job.

***

I couldn’t get enough of his hard smacks. Pressing my bottom higher, I begged him for more. I did have a kinky side after all. It invigorated me.

When he lifted me to my feet, I couldn’t help but groan out loud.

“I’m nowhere near finished with you, baby.” He laughed. “Put your hands over the chair. He directed me so my naked breasts rested over the back of the chair. My hands lay flat on the seat, my ass high and oh so vulnerable.

The whooshing sound of his belt coming through his loops titillated me. A flush took over my body, and my pussy wept even more. “Are you going to smack me with that?” I turned to see his dark, focused, gaze.

“No. I’m going to whip you with it. And then I’m going to fuck you so hard you cry.”