Training Her Curves - Dallas (A BBW Billionaire Domination and Submission Romance) (2 page)

"You're an adult," Jake said at last. "And you have more at stake in the final product..."

He trailed off. There really wasn't anything more he could say, not in front of me. I imagined this was only the end of the public portion of their conversation.

"Good," Riona said, her head swiveling from staring down her brother to the smiling Marjolein. "Now I need one more bit of luscious and we should be all set."

This time Marjolein was the slowest to catch on.

"Oh," she said at last, then shook her head. "I couldn't. I'm not a model."

"Neither am I," Riona pressed.

"But..." Marjolein's hand shot forward as she gestured up and down at the parts of Riona visible above the table. "You look like one."

"You're gorgeous, Jo-Jo," I chimed in. Her cheeks reddened and she shook her head again, this time much more emphatically. I looked at Rick and then Jake. "Guys, help us out."

Rick said nothing, but the way his lips slid against one another while his eyes glittered with speculation was more than enough to communicate his vote of approval. Jake squeezed Marjolein's hand and threw her a wink.

"You're one of the four most beautiful women I've ever met, baby girl."

Tears sprang to her eyes, but she wouldn't stop shaking her head. "People would..."

Her tongue froze and her cheeks turned pink. I had to admire how devious Riona was -- admire and store the fact away for future reference in case she ever directed her brilliant, but evil, mind toward getting me to agree to something I didn't want. For now, I just basked in her glory as she cornered Marjolein the same way she had cornered Jake.

Marjolein couldn't protest that she was too upstanding to be put on display. She couldn't protest about the public being cruel, not after the hell she knew I had been subjected to by the media the last few weeks. And we wouldn't let her lie to herself about being unattractive. Plus, with her new role, the success of the catalog was more personal than it had ever been before. Riona had her thoroughly boxed up with a pink bow on top.

As a bonus, I think Riona wanted her boss and Jo-Jo to be happy and together, which wouldn't happen as long as Jo-Jo failed to accept the fact that she was thoroughly va-va-va-voom.

"Let's just get some shots in," Riona coaxed. "You'll help me choose what goes into the catalog anyway, so it's not a done deal. Heck, by the time Bella is done with us, we won't be very recognizable, in case you're worrying what your spinsters' book club will think."

Marjolein dipped her head in defeat and then her hands covered her face. "I can't believe I'm even thinking about agreeing."

"Sweeeet!" Riona pumped both arms above her head in victory then jumped from the chair. She planted a kiss on Jake's cheek then wrapped her arms around Marjolein. "We should have a slumber party after the shoot is done. Just us three girls."

Giggling like she was still in high school, Riona grabbed the back of Marjolein's chair and wheeled her helpless victim to the wardrobe area located behind a set of tall screens. Given his no longer secret arrangement with Riona, Rick wisely returned to checking the lighting around the stage. That left me alone with Jake, who appeared to be deep in thought.

"I suppose I should get Bella back in here," I began as I wondered just what was going through his head. Probably trying to figure out how he could stop Riona's pending liaison with the photographer and get her to stay out of the catalog.

His gaze lifted and I could see the question glittering in his eyes as to why I wanted to pull Bella back into the room.

"She wasn't done with me and she'll need to decide on a palette for Riona and Jo-Jo," I explained.

A smile broke free from the grim line his mouth had formed. He rose to his feet, his head shaking side to side as he approached me. A month had passed in his presence and in that time I had learned the meaning behind the set of his shoulders and the slight downward tilt of his chin. My heart began to beat erratically in my chest and I looked around us.

"I know just the place," he whispered, his lips against my ear as he took possession of my body by wrapping a hand around each arm. He coaxed me off the makeup stool and toward a blue door at the back of the studio.

Opening the door, Jake pulled me into darkness.

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I heard the bolt slide, locking us in the room, and then he pawed around and found the light switch. A few bare bulbs dimly lit what looked like a short corridor ending in a brick wall but was really the path between row after row of shelves filled with bolts of fabric, unassembled mannequins, props and other design elements. Just inside the room, pushed tight against the wall on the right, was a heavy metal desk and a folding chair. Jake grabbed the chair and jammed it under the doorknob.

"Clear the desk," he rasped before disappearing into the stacks.

He returned a few minutes later with a mink throw draped over one arm and a dense, thick piece of green foam pressed flat against his broad chest. He put the square of foam on the cleared desktop and the mink over the foam and the cold, hard surface around it. His hand dipped beneath the gold tinted shade of the standing lamp alongside the desk. He turned the light on and tilted the shade, a pale autumnal glow spotlighting the fur.

Turning his attention to me, he loosened the ties on the black kimono that covered me from my shoulders down to my knees.

"I'm going to spend the next eight hours or more arguing with my brother so that Riona gets her way," he said as he hung the kimono on a hook by the door. Taking me by the hand, he led me to the desk and settled me atop the mink throw and the cushion beneath. "I need a very special kind of sustenance if I'm going to be up to the task."

His fingertips slid halfway across my stomach before tracking down to the hem of the black leather corset picked as the first outfit for the photo shoot. Black silk panties tied at the sides guarded my most private area.

Jake bent at the waist. His head nudged my right arm away from my hip. His teeth closed around one end of the ribbon tie. He pulled slowly toward my front, the bow undone by the time his head was centered on my body. He relaxed his jaw for a second, dropped the ribbon, and then he found its twin on my other hip and repeated the process.

"Lean back."

I complied with his rough command and he knelt on the ground before me, his hands wrapping around my knees to force my thighs wide. Using his teeth once more, he pulled down the front panel of the panties to expose my already dripping cunt.

"Damn, I need this," he groaned as he nuzzled my mound and thighs. His hands left my knees to grab the handle of the bottom drawer on each side of the desk. He pulled them open then seized my ankles. Lifting my legs, he hooked the heel on my stiletto pumps on the outer edge of each drawer face.

Fully exposed, I felt the cold circulation of air against my labia. A shiver ran through me, eliciting a soft chuckle from Jake.

"Here, baby. Let me chase that away."

A slow, hot hiss of air left his mouth, heating my moist folds. Beneath the tight, leather corset, my nipples, already pebbled with arousal, began to ache with a pain that only his tongue could ease.

Lucky me, Jake Kehoe was a man who loved the taste of pussy. It was his ambrosia.

And, for the next eleven months, mine was the only cup from which he could drink.

"Do you have any idea how much I need this?" he asked, his gaze far south of my face.

"Hey buddy," I giggled, completely forgiving his earlier desire to shelter Riona and Marjolein from the same public role into which he had gleefully dragged me. "My eyes are up here."

I saw a flash of his multi-hued irises and their curtain of dark lashes before a predatory flick of Jake's tongue against his top lip diverted my attention. Still looking up at me, he took a soft nip against my inner thigh.

"Okay, gorgeous, answer my question -- do you have any idea how much I need you?"

My heart slammed against the back of my ribcage at the slight alteration in his wording from needing "this," the wet, quivering pussy a few short inches from his mouth, to needing me. For a month, I had been drowning in my own angst, wondering if our "affair of the sheets" was nothing more than a rich man's diversion. I had a good idea what I ultimately wanted from Jake, I just didn't dare hope he felt the same. And I knew that, if I risked dwelling on the difference, I would begin to cry. So I shook my head and whispered.

"Show me."

His opening volley of proof had me squirming energetically against the mink throw. His tongue led the attack as it dragged a slow, hard line from the top of my clit, down its center, to the small bead tucked under the hood. He teased that swollen nodule, the tongue curling under it while his top lip massaged it from the other side.

I jerked once, the sensation overwhelming my self-control. A moan gurgled up my throat as he hooked two fingers inside my cunt. Spreading the tight ring of muscle, he filled it with the warm, wet mass of his inquisitive tongue before he returned to sucking at my clit.

More fingers filled me, surged thick inside. I hungered for the larger circumference of his cock even though the pleasure was so intense my eyes rolled up toward the ceiling as he fucked the digits in and out, his mouth kept busy nibbling the sensitive button a few inches higher.

Teeth scraped my skin. I bit down on my bottom lip, fighting the urge to scream my encouragement.

"Come for me, love." The rasping desire that cut jagged chunks from his words turned me to jelly. I quivered and shook as his mouth and hands continued to ruthlessly work my cunt.

"Come for me," he repeated, "so I can pound my cock into this sweet pussy."

I contorted, fighting my need for release, trying to keep the sounds of my arousal no louder than the internal roar of blood through my body. The pressure of Jake's touch increased. My body tensed, the narrow mouth of my cunt circling in on itself as my thighs squeezed Jake's shoulders. My ass lifted and he throttled my clit with his lips until I screamed and soaked his chin with my passion.

Panting, I pressed my back against the cool surface of the brick wall. Jake stood, his hands working quickly to unzip his pants and sheathe his cock. His fingers dug into my hips, dragging my bottom and the cushion beneath me to the edge of the desk.

One long, hard stroke and he was buried inside me. Each time we joined, he seemed thicker than the last encounter. Or maybe it was that my need swelled with each slide of his body against mine.

Grabbing a handful of my hair, Jake leaned into me. Forcing my neck into an arch as he pulled the hair, he covered my throat with kisses that threatened to leave me bruised.

"I need you to be mine, baby," he growled into my ear.

"I am," I promised, not knowing whether I was binding myself for the rest of the year or a lifetime. Either way, I would take every last minute I could get from him.

"I mean it." The growl intensified, its vibrations rumbling through my bones.

His mouth covered mine and then Jake began to plunder my body with everything he had, his tongue and cock delivering hard thrusts that would leave aching echoes inside me with every step I took the next few days.

Wrapping his free arm around my lower back, Jake cinched me to him, his powerful chest denting my soft flesh as his strokes angled upward. The hard muscles of his lower stomach bullied the folds of my labia and the small pearl hiding between them, assaulting my senses inside and out as he fucked deeper, faster, unrelenting until I lost all control and screamed again.

He held tight as I bucked furiously in my release, my cunt contracting around his heavy girth, sucking and fluttering all along his shaft as my nails raked his back through the fabric of his shirt.

"Everything, baby." He pumped the words into me. "Every muscle, every moan and sigh, all for me."

"Yes," I said, breathing my surrender over and over until he wrung another climax from me and I collapsed against him, my whole body shaking with exhaustion.

Dangerous feelings welled up inside me, wanted to slide over my tongue to taste the air between us, wanted to tell Jake that I was falling madly in love with him.

But there, on the cusp of my confession, other words slithered under the door and stole the future from me.

Jake

A harpy's screech jerked me from the sweet languor I found in Alexa's arms.

"Ronnie Ann you bring your whore self out here this minute. I know you're in here somewhere, you filthy whore!"

Pure terror flashed across Alexa's face. Her eyes went wide, her lips parted, the edges turned down.

"Some mistake," I assured her, but a heavy weight began to settle low in my gut. I knew every employee in the building and not a one, male or female, was named Ronnie.

"Alexa--"

Shaking her head, she sucked a ragged breath in. I moved to embrace her, but she brought her hands up and pushed against my chest. I could have crushed her to me, but not without hurting her.

"Whore, whore, whore!" the voice outside screamed. "Show yourself and answer for your sins!"

All the color left Alexa's face. She started to sway and I realized she hadn't released the breath she had taken seconds before. She would pass out if I didn't calm her down immediately. I reached for her again but she shrank from my touch.