The Billionaire's Curvy Conquest - Complete (10 page)

His reaction surprised me and my tears halted. “What’s odd?”

“I don’t see anything like what you’ve described in this mirror,” he said.

“Believe me,” I argued. “I’ve been looking at this body for 27 years. I know what I see when I look in the mirror.”

“Well, I believe you may not be looking hard enough, Miss James.” He moved in behind me and kissed my neck. I shivered, which caused my nipples to stiffen. “Would you like to know what I see?”

I nodded almost imperceptibly. “Okay,” I whispered.

“I see a vision of beauty that’s incomparable. I see a talented young woman with the face of an angel and the curves of a goddess. I see an alluring female body with luscious breasts, an ass that’s meant to be spanked and hips built for riding.”

I gulped. “You see all of that? In
this
mirror?”

His smile was hot. “Oh yes, my sweet, curvy Cassie. I see all of that and more.”

“More? What else do you see?”

“I see sexy heels leading up to feminine thigh-high stockings...stockings that guide my gaze further up...” His lips were pressed against my ear and his breath was steamy. “Up to the V of a smooth, hairless mound. Up to a pussy that I know is wet and ready for me. Up to a pussy that’s practically begging to be fucked by my hard cock.”

Oh god, he was so right!

My pussy was wet, ready and begging to be fucked, and I’m sure my trembling gave me away. But I had a feeling that he wasn’t going to get right to it.

“Put your hands behind your back,” he said. In the mirror, I could see that his eyes were blazing with arousal. But when he pulled off his tie, I hesitated.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

His question was a loaded one. It was hard to trust someone when you knew they had secrets. But I did know that, where my body was concerned, I could trust that he wanted me...and that he wouldn’t hurt me.

I responded by clasping my hands behind my back so he could wrap my wrists securely with his silk tie. Being bound like that made me feel both vulnerable and excited, and I wondered what he would do next.

He surprised me by stripping his clothes off. My hands strained against the silk, but couldn’t get free. It was torture knowing that my hands were bound and couldn’t touch his beautiful, hard body.

“Stay,” he commanded as he left me, only to return moments later with fringed leather riding crop.

My mouth went dry. “Aren’t you going to blindfold me?” I asked, almost hoping that he would so I couldn’t see what he had planned.

He smiled wickedly. “Not this time, my sweet. I want you to see how beautiful your body is when it receives pleasure and reaches release.”

His hand went toward my hair and he released the single clip that held my curls on top of my head. When my locks fell around my shoulders, I instinctively shook my head from side to side.

“Ah yes, much better,” he said, circling my body while flicking the crop in the air. “Look in the mirror and tell me how much you want me, Cassie.”

“I want you so much, Mr. Reed, I ache for you,” I said, truthfully. “My pussy is wet and throbbing and my breasts long to feel your touch.”

He trailed the leather fringe across my breasts and they responded swiftly. “Yes,” he said. “I can see how much your breasts long to be touched.”

He pinched my nipples and I groaned, closing my eyes to savor the sensation.

“Eyes open,” he said sternly as he flicked the crop against my bare ass. My eyes opened wide at the surprising feeling, which stung, but didn’t hurt.

“Do you know how excited I get when disciplining you, my sweet?” He flicked the crop against me again and my cheeks contracted involuntarily. In the mirror, I saw his erect cock twitch in response.

“No sir,” I moaned. “Show me again.” The leather fringe flicked across my backside and I whimpered with need. I moved my legs apart and I leaned forward so that my breasts and shoulders were pressed against the mirror.

“Very good, my curvy submissive,” Mr. Reed said as he dropped to his knees behind me and pressed his face against me. When his tongue slipped between my pussy lips, I cried out.

Even though I wasn’t supposed to, I had closed my eyes. But I opened them again when I heard a low buzzing sound. In the mirror I could see that Mr. Reed was holding the handle of the crop with the fringe hanging down, and that the handle was vibrating!

He teased the puckered opening of my ass with the vibrating handle before moving it forward to circle my clit. The vibrations echoed out, making my entire body hum with pleasure.

“Remember, keep your eyes open, Cassie,” Mr. Reed said, just before he plunged the vibrating handle into my pussy.

The pleasure was too much for my body to resist. I came hard and fast, my slick channel walls clenching around the vibrator as he plunged it in and out.

When my quaking waned, Mr. Reed stood and slid his rock hard cock between my very slick pussy lips. “Did you like that, my sweet?”

“Very much, sir!” I said breathlessly.

“Did you see how sexy you look in the throes of orgasm? How your face tensed? How your nipples stiffened? How your pussy dripped with your desire?”

“Y-ye-yes.” His words were working their magic on my body, which was still yearning for his cock.

“Can you smell the scent of your sex in the room, Cassie? So hot, so heady?”

Oh god, I could! “Yes,” I whispered. “But...”

“But what, my sweet?”

“But I need more. I need your cock inside of me. I need to smell the scent of your cum as it mixes with my juices.”

I could see by the look on his face that he liked hearing my dirty words as much as I liked hearing his. He cupped my breasts, kneading and squeezing as he slid his cock back and forth along my pussy lips, teasing me.

“I think I should take you here, from behind, against the mirror. So we can both watch. Would you like that, my sweet?”

“Oh yes, very much.”

In that instant, I realized that I really did want to watch!

His hands left my breasts and he released my wrists from their silk binding. I placed my palms and forearms against the mirror to better brace myself.

“Open for me, Cassie,” Mr. Reed commanded, and I responded, pressing my ass up so that my pussy was pointed at his cock.

He gripped my hips with his hands and thrust into me, burying his entire length in one swift motion.

“Eyes open, sir,” I said when he closed his eyes to savor the feeling of my tight, warm channel wrapped around his rod.

His lips curled up and his eyelids rose. “Better?” he asked, teasingly.

“Much,” I responded.

In the mirror, he held my gaze as he pulled out and thrust back in, fucking me with delicious slowness. My wetness eased his way, in and out, in and out.

A fine sheen of perspiration covered both our faces as he continued moving in and out, eventually increasing the force of his inward motion.

As he got closer and closer to orgasm, I could feel his strong thighs tense against me and his fingertips dig into my fleshy hips.

“Fuck me faster, Mr. Reed,” I begged. “Fuck me harder.”

“As you wish, my sweet,” he managed to say before letting loose and riding me with abandon.

As my own climax began to crest again, I pushed against him, tilting my hips and meeting his thrusts to increase my own pleasure. “Oh! Yes! YES!”

I came just seconds before he did, my pussy gripping and releasing his cock, when it exploded. My channel milked his rod as he came deep inside me, filling me with his sticky seed.

When he finally stilled, he kept his cock buried inside of me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He pressed his body against me, resting his cheek on my shoulder. I could feel his beating heart thumping wildly against my back.

After a while, he pulled out and I stood upright, but he kept his arms around me.

“I lose all sense of control when with I’m with you, Miss James,” he said. “Your curves make me nearly mad with desire.” His voice was quiet and I think I detected a slight tone of sadness.

I turned in his arms so we were facing each other. “I lose all sense of control when I’m with you too, Mr. Reed. For me, I think that’s a good thing.
Feeling
instead of thinking is very liberating. I like feeling sexy and desirable.”

He kissed me softly. “You are both of those things, my sweet. And if I must lose control on occasion to remind you of that, so be it.”

His kiss deepened and I felt his cock stir against my belly. “Are you ready to lose control again, sir?” I asked with a grin.

“I believe I am, Miss James. I believe I am.”

~~~

T
wo hours and four orgasms later, our sexual appetites were finally sated. But I was starving!

My stomach growled in hunger and Mr. Reed laughed. “I believe I owe you dinner, Miss James,” he said as he got out of bed. He opened a dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of pajama pants and tossed me a black, silk robe.

I was thinking there was no way some robe he had laying around would fit me. But when I looked at the tag I saw that the size of the robe, just like the dress he had given me, was perfect.

We dined on lobster bisque, Kobe beef sliders and chocolate covered strawberries, which he had his chef prepare ahead of time in case we didn’t make it to a restaurant.

After eating, we both got naked and climbed back into bed.

Mr. Reed kissed me softly. “Good night, my sweet. Sleep well.”

“Good night, Mr. Reed.”

I closed my eyes, but sleep eluded me for a bit. I thought about the amazing evening we had.

About the special dress and robe, both of which made me feel beautiful. About the dirty talk in front of the mirror and how it made me feel desirable. About my favorite foods he had waiting in his fridge, just in case. About the amazing sex.

All the thoughtful gestures made me love Mr. Reed even more, if that was possible. But it also made my heart ache.

This was just a game to David Reed.

And when the game was over, I would be the loser.

~~~

I
was having the best dream.

Mr. Reed and I were snuggling in bed, his front pressed firmly against my back, his morning erection nestled between my thighs. My warm, slick channel was ready and waiting to swallow his length, savor is girth.

I arched my back and his cock slipped easily inside my pussy. A soft moan escaped from my lips.

His hands reached around my body to caress my breasts, tease my taut nipples. His hips moved, stroking me slowly, and I willed my eyes to stay closed...to stay in the dream just a little bit longer...

A sound behind me roused me from my light sleep. I reached out, expecting to feel Mr. Reed’s hard, naked body beside me and finding the space empty.

I opened my eyes and turned over. Mr. Reed, showered and dressed, was sitting in a chair watching me sleep.

“Good morning, Miss James.”

“Good morning,” I mumbled, pulling the sheet up to hide my nakedness. Despite what we had done the night before, in the light of day, I felt a little self-conscious about my body.

He got up from the chair, walked over to the bed and brushed my hair away from my face. “I have to get to the office for an international conference call.”

“Oh, sorry. Let me grab my things and I’ll get out of your apartment.” I started to sit up and he stopped me.

“Nonsense. Stay in bed as long as you’d like and help yourself to whatever you find in the kitchen. There’s no rush for you to get to work. If you call Alice when you’re ready to head to the office, she can send Henry to pick you up.”

“That’s okay, I can walk. It’s just a few blocks.”

“As you wish.” He bent over and pressed his lips against mine. “Have a good day, Miss James.”

I
got to the office just after ten. Although I was slightly disappointed that Mr. Reed and I hadn’t woken up together, I had fallen asleep in his arms and was still riding the high from that.

After responding to email and returning phone calls, I turned my attention to the big pile of mail waiting to be opened and sorted.

Most of the mail seemed pretty routine: junk mail, personal correspondence, business letters and bills. Normally, I didn’t pay that much attention to what was in each piece of mail, only were it needed to be routed. But one invoice I opened struck me as odd.

The invoice was from Bill Blaine Photography... and was for $125,000!

The description was vague, but mentioned “contracted photography services,” “travel expenses,” and “guaranteed front page placement,” although it didn’t elaborate on what that meant. 

Something about the photographer’s name sounded familiar.

On a hunch, I dug through the piles of paper on my desk and found a copy of the Post with my barely clothed body on the cover. Underneath the photo was a single line of teeny, tiny type:

Photo courtesy of Bill Blaine Photography.

The color drained from my face and I felt like I had been punched in the gut.

Mr. Reed had not only hired the photographer who took my picture as I was leaving his house in lingerie, but he had actually paid that photographer to ensure that my body was plastered on the front page of a prominent gossip magazine!

I got on my computer and typed in the address to Bill Blaine’s website. Scanning through the content on his site, I quickly learned that he was a member of the paparazzi as well a photographer –for-hire.

After searching Google and reading more about him, I realized that Bill Blaine was the go-to guy when you needed a photo strategically placed in a specific type of magazine or newspaper. Evidently, he had the kind of connections that celebrities, businesses and rich executives gladly paid to access.

I erased my search history, closed my browser and sat back in my desk chair. Now that I knew Mr. Reed had orchestrated the tabloid leak, what was I going to do about it?

Once the shock of my discovery had worn off, my mind raced as I tried to figure out what, exactly, was going on. Between the Gladys Casey connection and this new discovery, I didn’t know what to think.

My English Literature degree made me well aware of the who, what, where, when and why of a story. So I pulled out a sheet of printer paper and started writing things down.