Curve Effect (A BBW Box Set of Contemporary, Science Fiction and Paranormal Romances) (6 page)

"Look at me, Valerie."

I tried. It hurt to see so much passion in his gaze, all of it directed at me. I dropped my head. Releasing my nipple, he put one fingertip against the underside of my chin until I looked into his eyes.

"Ten months," he repeated. His thumb pressed against my clit, the rough, calloused texture of his skin like an electric jolt. "Wanting, wondering if I could have you and, if I did, would my needs drive you away."

My head started to roll back again, moving in an inverse relationship to the thrust of my mound against his hand. Craig threaded his fingers through my hair and lightly tugged me forward again.

"Look at me, love." The pressure against my pussy increased, his big, strong hand roughly gripping and playing my clit and cunt, seesawing a line of pleasure against the shaft while his fingertips fucked in and out of me. "Wondering if they did push you away, could I live without them."

He drew me tightly to him, his hand wedged between our bodies, my breasts mashing and rubbing against his chest from the beast dancing inside me. He pumped, teased, controlled until my climax oozed and squirted against his hand and I was reduced to a shuddering mass of wet flesh.

Only then did he ghost his lips across mine.

"Time to find out."

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Love

His use of the word had echoed through my head as I came. My other two lovers had never deployed it. Neither had I. I felt it now, but wasn't sure I could trust the feeling. Craig Spence is one hell of a force to be reckoned with. His smiles are enough to make some women faint and he'd been doing a whole lot more than just smiling at me. And all of it after a year spent thinking he didn't like me -- was at best neutral to my existence as a human being employed in his newsroom.

"Trust me, love." He wrapped his arms around me, his shirt off now that we were in his bedroom.

I trembled in his embrace, at his second use of
love
and apprehension at the things he wanted to do with me. I didn't know which would be worse, finding out I hated it or liked it. If it was beyond my comfort zone, I might lose him.

"Shhh…" He kissed the tears that had started to slip down my cheeks. "When you let me into your snug, lush ass at Belinda Lee's, that was new, right?"

I nodded.

"And you worried it wouldn't feel good." He kissed me, his lips salty with my tears.

I nodded again, relaxing as his tongue pushed into my mouth and his hands caressed my arms and back.

"You're still in the driver's seat, baby." He kissed my neck, hitting all the little hollows and prominences he knew would make me melt. "You still have your safe word. You remember it?"

"Magenta." How the hell could I forget! That day would be indelibly marked in my mind and flesh, whether I never had another lover beyond Craig or had a dozen men fill me before I died.

"That's my sweet cub." He kissed me again, his hands on my cheeks and his mouth so gentle I could cry.

Cub

I smiled at his use, realizing for the first time why he never dropped it, never would as long as he desired me. It was only one letter off from
sub
, the role he wanted me to fill in harmony with his dominant nature. And he had much to teach me beyond the newsroom. More importantly, it was his promise to protect me, to keep me safe and see to all my needs, in and out of the bedroom.

My hands finally remembered they could move. I wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging to him as his kiss roughened to something more feral that had him growling and me moaning.

Yes, yes, yes

"Fuck, baby. You're killing me."

Craig guided me over to a thick mat he had placed near one wall. Between the mat and the wall stood a padded bench. I had noticed the bench my first morning in his home when he sat on it and slipped his dress shoes on. Now I knew its secret purpose.

He slid his hand under the bottom of the bench, releasing a spring lock. Lifting the padded lid, he exposed the contents hidden inside. I rolled my lips at the kinky bounty. Silk to bind and blindfold; two floggers, one with knots tied in the suede strands; lubes and other unknown tubes of liquid; clamps and clips; dildos, plugs and vibes; more toys hidden inside pouches; and, tight against the back of the bench, a spreader bar.

Craig guided me onto my knees, my front pointed at the bench and wall beyond. He knelt behind me, his taller frame against my back as he reached around and handled the toys. Removing a black leather pouch, he loosened its draw strings and upended the contents into his hand. A black and silver metal cone with a padlock, the object scared and excited the mother-loving-hell out of me.

He gave a little twist at the end and the black cone revealed itself as three hinged petals, the twist opening them one notch. He twisted a second time and then several more, pausing between each expansion to let the toy's full utility sink deeply into my conscious.

"Not yet, love." The petals retreated and he replaced the toy in its pouch before withdrawing a smaller plug made of red latex. "I'm going to fill your lovely ass with this and make your deliciously tight pussy that much tighter."

He rubbed his cheek against mine, almost as if seeking my approval and acquiescence. As long as I didn't say
Magenta
, he knew he had it.

Placing the plug on the mat, his hand moved to cup my pussy. Sifting through the bench, he nuzzled my throat. Lifting some clamps and what looked like small weights, he groaned. "These are definitely for today, cub. I've been aching to put these on your thick nipples, to flick them with my tongue while I'm fucking your sweet cunt."

I twitched, his words rolling through my pussy as surely as a fist or cock. His fingertips found my clit, increasing the strength of the twitch until I bucked against him in the start of another climax.

Swift and sharp, he swatted my mound.

"Not yet, cub," he rasped. "Not until I tell you."

I nodded.

"Don't just nod, baby. Tell me
yes
."

"Yes." I turned until I met his gaze. "Yes, sir?"

His mouth pinched to the side for a second and then he nodded. "At least until you can say
yes, love
."

I closed my eyes and leaned my face against his, tears starting to leak from me again. I intended to surrender all of my body to Craig in that bedroom, but was afraid to surrender my heart, even if it already belonged to him.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

He shushed me, secured the clamps, weights, plug and lube in one hand and carefully drew me to my feet with the other. He led me to the bed, placed his cargo on the nightstand and helped me onto the mattress, my heels, stockings and garters still on.

Like a sculptor, he molded my limbs how he wanted them, leaving me center of the mattress, facing the dresser mirror, kneeling with my knees a foot apart, my index fingers locked behind my back, my torso straight and my shoulders thrusting behind me so that my breasts stayed high.

He stood at the end of the bed, blocking my view of the mirror, and stripped.

So fucking gorgeous. I licked my lips, hoping that part of his plan including fucking my mouth with his glorious cock. Big, big, big. Squeezing moisture onto my thighs, my cunt contracted around the memory of it inside me.

His gaze all serious, Craig climbed onto the bed with the plug and lube. Flipping onto his back, he stuck his head between my legs, licking his way from my clit to my cunt to my perineum until he reached his real target.

My clenched anus.

Parting my cheeks, he began to lick the hole's rim of muscle. Vocal, his groans told me how much he enjoyed it, sweeping me back to the first time he had licked me there at the sex parlor. Shoot me if it didn't make me insane with need. The extreme intimacy of the act only increased the pleasure he delivered to the already highly sensitive flesh.

Moaning with him, I relaxed the muscle and his tongue pushed forward. One hand moved from spreading my cheeks to fucking deep inside my pussy, his fingers curling and hooking against the forward wall of my cunt.

My gaze swept up and down, moving between my body in the mirror and the way his hips danced as if his cock steered his hand inside me.

"Please," I moaned, remembering his prohibition against climaxing without his permission. "Please…"

"Poor cub," he chuckled, both of his hands once against seizing my bottom. "Not until my cock is stretching your lovely pussy."

He nipped at my fleshy bottom as his hands worked blindly above his stomach to lube the anal plug. When he had the latex saturated and slippery, he stopped biting and started the slow insertion of the plug into my ass. When he had it fully embedded, he slid a few inches toward my front and suckled my clit.

His hands worked his cock at the same time, unnecessarily coating it with the excess lube. My pussy was more than wet enough to take him despite his size. I would swallow him whole the instant he pushed into me.

I whimpered, his gentle suckling quickly bringing me to the edge of a forbidden orgasm. I tried to push at his chest in a signal to stop. He captured my wrists and sucked harder. I tried to press my thighs together, but his head proved an effective wedge.

"Long, slow breaths, cub."

In protest, I sucked a ragged gallon of oxygen into my lungs, whining as it left me.

Too good, too good, too--

His teeth pressed against the hood of my clit in warning. No pain, not yet, but certainly the threat of it. I drew a second breath, inhaling slower and slower. He resumed sucking and licking, my pleasure carefully balanced on the highest plateau I could imagine without climax.

When he abandoned my cunt and kneeled in front of me, the pressure didn't retreat with him. I was locked in a loop of need, my pussy swollen and throbbing, the contractions ping-ponging between ass and cunt, cunt and ass.

The clamps went on, then the weights, tears streaking down my face as the need to climax brought me to the threshold of madness.

"Hands on the mattress," he rasped as he took up a position behind me.

I fell forward, my gaze meeting his in the mirror to silently plead for my release. He gave a slow shake of his head then draped his torso across my back, his cock rubbing between my legs to tease my clit. With one arm bracing him, he used his free hand to lightly tug on the weight attached to one clamp. He squeezed the breast, milking full-throated moans from me.

He switched supporting arms and teased the other breast, his hips softly bouncing against my backside to toggle the plug while his dick massage between my labia. Catching the weights hanging from both nipples, he pulled their chains taut.

Kissing center of my shoulder blades, he moaned. "I could soak the sheets just looking at you, love."

Unnecessary -- I was already soaking them on my own. My juices covered his cock in a heavy flow, the fat droplets visible as they licked the tip of his erection before falling onto the bedspread. My arms and legs shook from need. I dropped my head, too exhausted to hold it up no matter how much I wanted to drink in his reflected passion.

His hands moved to grip my hips, "Ready for my cock, cub?"

"Yes," I gurgled, a fresh quiver rolling through me.

"Then you better lift that head. I want to watch your beautiful face as I take you."

Beautiful? I was certain my mascara was halfway down my cheeks and that a thick sheen of perspiration coated my entire face.

Letting go of one hip, he rubbed the fat head of his cock against my opening. "Now, baby."

I lifted, blinking, trying to focus on the glowing sea-green gaze in the mirror. My lips parted, a quivering
O
to match the tremor of my pussy.

"Perfect, cub."

The head started to stretch me, his cock extra thick in his arousal. He pulled back and I whimpered at the loss.

"Such a tight pussy, love. I don't know how it manages to take me."

"It will," I promised, the words whispered low like a favorite comforting prayer.

Craig rewarded me with another slow push in, stopping once the head cleared my gate.

"Please!" I sobbed, screamed, cried -- trying to rock back against the blockade of his hand to impale myself on his shaft.

He pulled out again. One hand starting a shallow fuck of the plug in and out of my ass, he used the other to circle the head of his shaft around the opening to my cunt. "That sweet pussy needs to calm down, baby. It's overriding all your other sensations."

Shifting position, he grabbed the chains to the nipple weights again, tugging in time to the deeper plunging of the plug into my anus. I threw my head back, arching and moaning at the riot of pleasure and need warring inside my body. I rocked against the plug, Craig holding it still so that I could fuck the object at my own, increasingly furious, pace. My eyes rolled back in my head, my eyelids fluttering like a seizure victim as I fought against my climax and found a new, higher plateau of ecstasy.