The Billionaire's Curvy Conquest - Complete (14 page)

Of course I was!

In the bottom of the box was one final note.

~~~

H
enry will pick you up at your apartment Friday night at 8PM. Wear the chemise and panties under the black coat. Given your recent surgery, the Louboutins are optional.

Bring my other gifts with you, Miss James. As promised, it will be a very special night.

Untold pleasure awaits. For both of us.

~~~

T
ears filled my eyes when I read the last line. The night would be special all right, and not only because of what Mr. Reed had planned.

The sex would undoubtedly be amazing and memorable.

It would also serve as a bittersweet good-bye.

Friday night would be our last night together. I loved David Reed with all my heart, but the conversation with my mom made it very clear that an occasional kinky tryst wasn’t enough for me.

I wasn’t willing to settle for a fake relationship, even if it did come wrapped in gifts...and multiple orgasms.

I wanted a real commitment, not a tabloid version.

I wanted an open, honest and monogamous relationship that didn’t involve secrets, lies or tall, thin brunettes.

And if I was being brutally honest, I wanted a ring on my finger, a baby in my arms and a happily ever after ending.

In short, I wanted the glue, which is something that money couldn’t buy and Mr. Reed didn’t seem able to give me.

It was time to cut my losses and move on from Reed Technologies and my billionaire boss.

W
hen Henry arrived promptly at 8PM, I was already dressed and waiting for him outside my apartment. He raised a single eyebrow at my promptness, but didn’t say a word. He simply smiled and held the door while I slipped into the back seat of Mr. Reed’s town car.

Traffic slowed our drive into the city, giving me just enough time to get nervous. When the cars in front of us came to a halt and Henry slammed on the breaks, I clutched my handbag even more tightly in my lap. Considering what I had on under my coat and in my bag, getting into an accident would
not
be cool.

I sighed in relief when Henry safely delivered me to Mr. Reed’s apartment building. “Have a good evening, Miss James,” he said.

“I will thanks.” I waved as he drove away from the curb, but I’m not sure if he noticed.

The doorman smiled in greeting and I used the keycard Mr. Reed had given me to access his penthouse from the elevator.

I stepped out of the elevator and moved into the living room. Candlelight bathed the room in a soft glow and the flame from the gas fireplace added to the ambiance.

“Hello?” I called out when I didn’t see him.

My breath caught when he emerged from the bedroom wearing nothing but lounge pants. The navy color was rich and masculine, and the shimmery silk skimmed his lower body to perfection.

I could tell by the way the fabric draped across his front that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and my body responded accordingly. It had been too long since we had been together. 

His smile lit up the entire room. “Good evening, Miss James. You’ve arrived earlier than expected. Was traffic light?”

I shrugged. “No. I was just ready on time.”

“Really? Does that mean you missed me?” He poured two glasses of wine and placed them on the coffee table.

“I suppose it does,” I responded. I was still nervous and couldn’t wait to wrap my lips around the wine glass. I needed a little liquid courage for what was coming.

I wasn’t sure what to do, so I just stood there in my coat with my handbag draped over my arm. Mr. Reed moved toward me and put my bag on the table.

“Can I take your coat?” he asked. His voice was deep and low, and seemed almost predatory.

“Uh, s-su-sure.” I started unbuttoning the coat and he stopped me.

“Slower, Miss James. We have all night. I wish to savor every moment of our evening together.”

I swallowed hard and slowed my movements, gradually releasing all the buttons until the coat was open just enough to display a hint of skin and white lace.

Mr. Reed licked his lips. “Pure perfection.” He reached out and cupped the weight of my full breasts in his hands. His thumbs strummed over my nipples through the lace fabric and they stiffened from his touch.

With a single movement that almost seemed to happen in slow motion, Mr. Reed’s hands moved up my chest and over my shoulders, sending the coat down my arms and onto the floor.

With a lazy gaze, Mr. Reed looked me over, head to toe, lingering a bit too long at the trace of red at the top of my thighs, which showed through the white of my chemise. Yet even while my face burned with embarrassment at his assessment, my body burned with desire.

“I think I’ve outdone myself, Miss James. Virginal white suits you, as I knew it would. Although the wicked bit of red offers a nice bit of contrast, don’t you agree?” His hand snaked under the hem of my short gown. “The red is practically
begging
for attention.”

I might have been insulted by his arrogance if I wasn’t so distracted by his fingertips teasing the flesh exposed by the slit in the red panties.

My hands went to his chest, boldly exploring his muscled torso while his fingers danced across my slick folds below. A soft whimper slipped through my lips when he found my clit and circled it lightly.

“Do you like that, my sweet?” he asked, his breath warm against my neck. His lips nibbled at the gentle curve between my ear and shoulder.

“Oh yes,” I moaned breathlessly, digging my nails into his strong biceps when he deepened his touch.

“Did you bring the other gifts I gave you?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “They’re in my handbag.”

“Very good.” He withdrew his fingers, looped my bag over his arm and took my hand. “Come.”

He led me to the sofa and our waiting wine. He dropped my hand to pick up his glass. I did the same, taking a long, deep sip before following him into the bedroom.

He put my handbag on the dresser next to a black silk blindfold and what looked like two long silk ties.

“May I?” he asked, pointing at my bag.

I nodded and he pulled out the crystal plug and bottle of lube. When I saw them sitting there, I gulped down the rest of my wine.

Mr. Reed laughed softly at my obvious nervousness. He picked up the blindfold and moved toward me. “Don’t think, my sweet, curvy Cassie. Close your eyes and simply
feel
.”

He secured the silk across my eyes and kissed me deeply, exploring my mouth with his tongue while letting his hands roam my body.

My legs trembled slightly, making me glad that I had skipped the heels and gone with flats. I wrapped my arms around his neck, drawing him close and grinding against the hardness of his erect shaft.

He groaned against my lips and pulled away. “Do you know what I intend to do with the gift I gave you?”

“Y-yes,” I responded, although my voice was quivering.

He moved around to my backside and pressed his thick rod against the crack in my ass. “Do you trust me, Cassie?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“Come, toward the bed. That’s right. Climb up, but stay close to the edge, and get on all fours.” I kicked off my shoes and did as he asked. “That’s it, my sweet.”

With my backside pointed in Mr. Reed’s direction, and the red panties leaving my ass and pussy completely exposed, I had never been so grateful to be blindfolded. Yet despite my humiliation, my pussy was dripping wet.

My body wanted this, even if my mind was still resisting.

Mr. Reed pushed the hem of the chemise up toward the small of my back and buried his face between my thighs, using his hands to spread my ample cheeks wide. He flicked his tongue across my slit, fluttering it firmly back to front, front to back.

Shamelessly, I arched my back and tilted my hips to give him better access to my clit. While he tongued my needy bud, he used a single finger to rim the puckered opening of my ass, slowly circling the tight sphincter while lapping mercilessly at my clit.

The dual sensations, front and rear, quickly carried me to the peak of climax. When I came, I cried out in pleasure as Mr. Reed’s finger slid effortlessly into my ass, prolonging my powerful orgasm.

My upper body collapsed onto the bed, leaving my quivering pussy and ass pointed into the air. As my climax ebbed, I felt Mr. Reed’s finger withdraw and something warm, wet and rigid press against my puckered opening.

I knew it was the butt plug and my body tensed.

“Relax, Cassie. The plug is small. If you don’t resist, it won’t hurt you. Try panting.”

Oh god. Like a dog?

I let my breath go in and out in short bursts while Mr. Reed teased my anal opening with the plug, gently pushing it partway in before pulling it back and pushing forward again. With his free hand, he caressed my hip and ass cheek and occasionally skimmed across my wet slit, moves that proved to be effective diversions.

When I began to relax and give way to the pleasure, I realized that all of the touching and probing and stroking felt amazing. By the time he slid the plug all the way in, I actually wanted it buried inside of me. And I wanted Mr. Reed’s cock buried next to it!

“How does that feel?” he asked.

“Amazing,” I gasped. “Tight. Full. Sexy.”

“Very good. Now, my sweet, I want you to climb toward the middle of the bed and lay down on your back. Yes, very good.”

As I sunk into the softness of the mattress, the plug in my ass shifted slightly, sending a delicious shiver up my spine.

I didn’t protest when Mr. Reed wrapped something soft around my right wrist, most likely one of the silk ties I saw on the dresser, and tethered it to the upper bedpost...or when he did the same thing with my left wrist.

With my hands bound to the bed, the blindfold over my eyes and the crystal plug filling my ass, a thrill of vulnerability coursed through my veins. Although I knew that Mr. Reed would never do anything to hurt me, my trust was pushed to the brink, and I’m pretty sure he knew it.

I felt his weight on the bed and he straddled my body, his silk pants clearly discarded. He was careful to hold his weight above me so he wouldn’t put any pressure on my still-healing abdomen. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you look, my sweet?”

“N-n-no. T-te-tell me,” I stammered, my breathing labored.

“Your gorgeous hair, slightly tousled, is splayed across the pillow.” I felt him run a thick strand of hair through his fingers.

“Your creamy breasts, full and ripe, are a sight to behold. Mere words cannot do them justice.” He freed my breasts from their lacy harness and cupped their weight in his hands. When he pinched my nipples, I moaned in pleasure.

I gasped when he pressed my breasts together and slid his long, thick cock between them. Slowly, he fucked my cleavage, his long rod nudging my chin with each upward stroke.

I tugged at my restraints and whimpered when they held tight. I wanted to touch him, but couldn’t. So I did the next best thing: I tasted him.

When he thrust his cock forward, I lifted my head and flicked my tongue over the velvety head, licking away the precum that seeped from the tip.

Now it was his turn to moan in pleasure.

“Open those perfect, pink lips for me, Cassie, and fuck me with your hot, wet mouth,” he commanded.

He pressed his hips forward and I obediently parted my lips, swallowed his length, swirling my tongue around his shaft as he pumped it in and out of my mouth with show and measured movements. I could feel his thighs, firm and tense, against my cheeks. I relaxed my throat and took him deeper.

“Yesss,” he hissed, thrusting his hips forward with greater urgency.

Too soon for my liking, he pulled away. “Is something wrong?” I asked.

“No, my sweet. Everything is right. Too right. I don’t intend to come in your mouth. Not tonight, and certainly not that fast. You have another hot, wet hole that needs my attention.”

As if to prove his point, he reached between my legs and plunged a finger inside me. My channel swallowed his finger and a mewling sound vibrated in my throat.

I was so hot, so wet and so very ready to be filled. His know-it-all laugh was husky, a sexy sound that said,
I told you so
.

“Please,” I said, far too aroused to care that I was begging.

“Please, what?” he taunted.

“Fuck me. Please.” His weight shifted on the bed as he repositioned himself between my legs. He rubbed the spongy head of his cock up and down my slit, teasing my clit until I was bucking against him. I pulled at my arm restraints, but to no avail. “
Please
!”

I felt the rounded tip of his cock nudge my opening and I spread my legs wide, an invitation to enter fully. He pushed forward, inch by inch, easing his way in.

I was extra tight from the plug in my ass. When he was finally buried, tip to root, he held still, waiting for my body to adjust to the double penetration.

“Can you feel it?” I whispered.

“Oh yes,” he said, his voice ragged. “Tell me you like it.”

“I do,” I sighed. “I do like it!” He pulled his cock out and slid it back in. The pleasure of his stroking was intensified by the rigid plug. “More!”

“I knew you would like it,” Mr. Reed said with satisfaction as he slowly pumped his cock in and out of my pussy. “I know your body better than you do, Cassie.” To prove his point, he pressed his thumb against my clit as he impaled me with his rod once again.

“Yes!” I cried out.

“I want you to come on my cock,” he said, thrusting with a slow but steady rhythm while strumming my clit with his thumb.

I writhed beneath him, pulsing my hips up slowly to meet his thrusts, my trapped arms instinctively pulling at their restraints.

“Let yourself go, Cassie. Find your release and ride the wave of ecstasy.”

He did know my body and how to make it respond, so it didn’t take long. When my pleasure crested, I stiffened for one long moment before exploding in orgasm.

“Oh. Oh! OHHH!”

My pussy pulsed around his cock, squeezing and releasing in waves, as multiple aftershocks of pleasure coursed through my body, heating me up from head to toe.