Curve Effect (A BBW Box Set of Contemporary, Science Fiction and Paranormal Romances) by Ann Vremont Page B

my overgenerous flesh to onlookers. Craig, for some crazy reason, thought I was beautiful, loved every excess inch of me. Regardless of what he thought, his friends wouldn't.
    Outside of the paper and his home, I didn't belong in his world. Never would. Halfway through every restaurant we visited, I started to wither beneath the inevitable shocked stares of stunning women and the leers of men who smugly assumed I was with Craig because I was a dirty slut who would do anything to please him.
    With the car parked, Craig opened my door. I heard gravel crunching as he crouched next to me then his hand curled around my knee. "This stops the second you say so, love."
    I shook my head. It wasn't what he was saying, but I knew -- using my safe word tonight would be the end of us.
    Drawing me toward our final good-bye, Craig pulled me from the car and escorted me inside the club. Total silence greeted us, the effect increasing my tension. Even with the blindfold on, I could tell the lights were down quite low, strangely deepening the silence.
    If the tomb-like atmosphere was part of the scene, I already didn't like it.
    We entered a room, Craig opening and shutting the door. He led me up onto a stage, my knees refusing to climb the last few steps so that he had to carry me. I clung to him when he put me down.
    "It's okay, cub." He kissed me, his hands gently ridding me of the overcoat. "Let me show everyone how perfect you are."
    I bit at my lips to keep from shaking my head. To resist now would be unforgiveable, an embarrassment to him.
    "You are, baby. I know you want to deny it, but you are." His hands moved to slowly peel the two leather triangles that covered my breasts, leaving them exposed but lifted in a frame of leather straps.
    He caressed the nipples to hard points, whispering sweet nonsense to me. Pressing his lips against my throat, he reached down and peeled the panties' leather gusset. He ran a finger between my labia and sighed. "Too dry, love. I want you drenched."
    I couldn't be, not with the unseen audience quietly looking on and judging me.
    His body crowding mine, Craig walked me backwards until my thighs pushed at the edge of some kind of table. He molded me into position, strapping my ankles and wrists to separate boards.
    He stepped away. I heard a small click then a thunderstorm started to play over speakers. Returning to me, his mouth and hands resumed teasing my breasts. I fought the gentle drifting sounds and the way his fingers trailed over my flesh like raindrops and the moist licks of his tongue across my hard nubs.
    When he had the nipples good and wet, he brought out the clamps. He worked them on, loosely at first to fasten them. Then he clipped a chain on each clamp, tightened them and hooked the end of each chain to an arm board. The boards seemed to move a dozen different ways and he spread them out and slightly up, the chains and clamps tugging my nipples in the direction of the boards.
    Then he spread the leg boards and tilted the table slightly forward and down, further exposing my splayed sex to the audience. He began to lightly tap at my clit, something that would have driven me crazy with need just an hour before. Sensing the disapproving onlookers, the taps only worsened the shake running through me.
    Hands caressing my flesh, Craig rubbed his cheek against mine and whispered in my ear. "Will you deny me your pleasure, love, when I think you're the most beautiful woman in the world as you come?"
    His fingers pushed into me, spreading in a V to stretch and widen the gap. "Will you?"
    "No, sir." The answer cut at my tongue as it left me. Even now, I couldn't bring myself to say love .
    Removing his fingers from my cunt, he brushed them across my lips. "I wish you wouldn't call me that, baby."
    My breathing hitched, my safe word clawing at my throat. I was going to lose him anyway. I could do it before or after a group of complete strangers witnessed either my climax or a total emotional