Curve Effect (A BBW Box Set of Contemporary, Science Fiction and Paranormal Romances) by Ann Vremont Page A
Authors: Ann Vremont
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still quailed inside each time with the fear someone would see me -- see us and mock the disparity between Craig's body and mine.
The days on the calendar ticked down until only two of the original thirty remained. Craig drove me to my apartment after work that day. It was his third visit, his face darkening in a scowl each time we approached my unit.
"It's perfectly safe," I assured him as I unlocked the front door.
"No security lights, untrimmed bushes halfway up the windows." Growling, he closed the door behind us and turned the deadbolt. "Baby, I can't sleep the nights you spend here."
"You look perfectly rested to me." I patted his chest then tried to turn away.
He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me back. "Your pretty little ass is going to pay for that, cub."
I certainly hoped so, only we were at the wrong location for him to properly discipline me. I still didn't know why we were here. Twisting my head to look at him, I nudged him with my nose. "How do you propose to do that? You don't have any toys here."
"Baby, I don't need toys." He bit gently at my bottom lip then propelled me forward. "Strip."
Walking backwards, I undid the buttons on my blouse. Gaze heating, Craig licked his lips, stalking me as he removed his cuff links. Inches apart, we passed the threshold into my bedroom, my progress slowed as I fumbled for the light switch.
The back of my knees hit the bed and I fell onto it, his hands seizing on my skirt and tugging it off. Dropping to the floor, he pressed his face against my mound, his hot breath penetrating the fabric to steam my pussy.
"Where is it," he groaned between soft bites.
"Under the bed." I pointed a trembling finger to my right. The package had arrived on Monday with strict instructions not to open it. Somehow I had managed to obey.
Abandoning my pussy, he retrieved the box and carefully examined it. He'd initialed the underside before placing tape across the letters and glued the ribbon, all to make an undetected opening impossible.
Grinning at me, he placed the box on the dresser then held his hands out to me. He kissed me as he led me into my bathroom, where he stripped the rest of my clothes away. Shedding his own, he dragged me into the shower after twisting my hair into a quick updo.
He turned the shower head on, eyeing me as he tested the temperature. Satisfied it was neither too hot nor too cold, he advanced on me. Starting with a gentle spray, he backed me against the tiled wall and ran the water over my chest. He moved lower, the water pressure increasing with each inch.
When he had it pulsing against my clit, his fingers separating my lower lips, he pressed a kiss at the corner of my jaw. "You know I love you, Valerie?"
I nodded, my body tightening with his admission.
"I don't think you do, baby." He responded without recrimination, his mouth soothing its way across my chin and up to my lips. "Not when you retreat each time I say so."
It was true. I didn't understand why. I wanted him to love me, wanted to fully reciprocate, to surrender without reservation.
"I trust you." I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, my words as close as I could come to assuring him that I believed him.
"We'll see, baby." His hand moved between my legs, working up a lather to clean me front to back. "We'll see."
********************
Craig's vehicle swept down a small hill, my senses freefalling as the blindfold covering my eyes magnified the dip in gravity. I had no direct knowledge of where we were driving, but the salt air coming through the partially open window confirmed my suspicion. So did the clothes from the box Craig had dressed me in before blindfolding me -- black leather straps that amounted to almost nothing covered by a raincoat.
We were going to Cathedral.
Hearing the familiar sound of the club's hydraulic gates, I tensed. Continuing to drive, Craig cupped my cheek, his thumb stroking me but bringing little comfort.
I couldn't do this -- couldn't expose
The days on the calendar ticked down until only two of the original thirty remained. Craig drove me to my apartment after work that day. It was his third visit, his face darkening in a scowl each time we approached my unit.
"It's perfectly safe," I assured him as I unlocked the front door.
"No security lights, untrimmed bushes halfway up the windows." Growling, he closed the door behind us and turned the deadbolt. "Baby, I can't sleep the nights you spend here."
"You look perfectly rested to me." I patted his chest then tried to turn away.
He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me back. "Your pretty little ass is going to pay for that, cub."
I certainly hoped so, only we were at the wrong location for him to properly discipline me. I still didn't know why we were here. Twisting my head to look at him, I nudged him with my nose. "How do you propose to do that? You don't have any toys here."
"Baby, I don't need toys." He bit gently at my bottom lip then propelled me forward. "Strip."
Walking backwards, I undid the buttons on my blouse. Gaze heating, Craig licked his lips, stalking me as he removed his cuff links. Inches apart, we passed the threshold into my bedroom, my progress slowed as I fumbled for the light switch.
The back of my knees hit the bed and I fell onto it, his hands seizing on my skirt and tugging it off. Dropping to the floor, he pressed his face against my mound, his hot breath penetrating the fabric to steam my pussy.
"Where is it," he groaned between soft bites.
"Under the bed." I pointed a trembling finger to my right. The package had arrived on Monday with strict instructions not to open it. Somehow I had managed to obey.
Abandoning my pussy, he retrieved the box and carefully examined it. He'd initialed the underside before placing tape across the letters and glued the ribbon, all to make an undetected opening impossible.
Grinning at me, he placed the box on the dresser then held his hands out to me. He kissed me as he led me into my bathroom, where he stripped the rest of my clothes away. Shedding his own, he dragged me into the shower after twisting my hair into a quick updo.
He turned the shower head on, eyeing me as he tested the temperature. Satisfied it was neither too hot nor too cold, he advanced on me. Starting with a gentle spray, he backed me against the tiled wall and ran the water over my chest. He moved lower, the water pressure increasing with each inch.
When he had it pulsing against my clit, his fingers separating my lower lips, he pressed a kiss at the corner of my jaw. "You know I love you, Valerie?"
I nodded, my body tightening with his admission.
"I don't think you do, baby." He responded without recrimination, his mouth soothing its way across my chin and up to my lips. "Not when you retreat each time I say so."
It was true. I didn't understand why. I wanted him to love me, wanted to fully reciprocate, to surrender without reservation.
"I trust you." I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, my words as close as I could come to assuring him that I believed him.
"We'll see, baby." His hand moved between my legs, working up a lather to clean me front to back. "We'll see."
********************
Craig's vehicle swept down a small hill, my senses freefalling as the blindfold covering my eyes magnified the dip in gravity. I had no direct knowledge of where we were driving, but the salt air coming through the partially open window confirmed my suspicion. So did the clothes from the box Craig had dressed me in before blindfolding me -- black leather straps that amounted to almost nothing covered by a raincoat.
We were going to Cathedral.
Hearing the familiar sound of the club's hydraulic gates, I tensed. Continuing to drive, Craig cupped my cheek, his thumb stroking me but bringing little comfort.
I couldn't do this -- couldn't expose
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