The Billionaire's Lover: Curves To Keep (Part One) (A BBW Erotic Romance) by Bethany Rousseau

herself.
     
    Edwards brought his hand down quickly against
her ass, sending a sharp crack of sensation through her body.
Gabrielle’s yelp transformed into a moan as he squeezed her the
next instant, sending a fresh wave of pain and pleasure that made
her feel weak with desire. His hand came down again, finding
another spot, and igniting another flashpoint of tingling fire.
Gabrielle struggled to remain still as he landed blow after blow,
seemingly hitting every inch of skin over her curving buttocks,
taking his time and hitting certain spots repeatedly. She was
dripping wet, her pussy tightening with need, her whole body
trembling from the rigid control. Gabrielle barely felt the strain
in her arms from the awkward position they were locked in, or the
pressure in her feet; her entire being was focused on the spanking
she was receiving, on her intense need for more.
     
    Gabrielle was panting when Edwards finally
retreated, his blows stopping suddenly. She could barely hold
herself up on the desk, and as she heard him moving around behind
her, she sagged, realizing only then that tears had started to form
in her eyes. “I think that’s enough for you right now,” Edwards
remarked, and Gabrielle’s keen ears picked up the sound of him
moving around the desk. He stood in front of her, and Gabrielle
awkwardly looked up, tilting her head to try and see enough of his
face to divine his intent. Edwards was smiling faintly, looking
down at her with undisguised lust. “Are you very sorry for
threatening to expose my encounter with that secretary?” he asked
her lowly. Gabrielle nodded, knowing the correct answer without
needing any better lead than the question. “Then I will give you an
opportunity to make amends.” He unbuckled his belt and Gabrielle’s
interest spiked, her gaze following his hands as he opened the fly
of his expensive trousers. He didn’t remove them completely,
instead pulling a thick, hard cock out of the confines. Gabrielle
licked her lips instinctively, thinking that he was larger than
almost any of her previous partners with faint trepidation.
     
    Edwards pulled her up more firmly onto the
desk, dragging her across the surface until her feet were dangling
in the air and her face was hovering above his cock. “Show me how
sorry you are, Gabrielle,” he murmured. Gabrielle ducked her head,
thinking with irritation how much easier it would be if her hands
were free. She cringed as her instinctive move to reach out for him
with her hands made the handcuffs dig more firmly into her wrists
and took a deep breath, licking her lips thoroughly. She moved them
down onto the tip of Edwards’ cock, taking it into her mouth slowly
and focusing all of her effort on her lips and tongue. She sucked
and licked him, closing her eyes and tilting her head slightly for
better control. It was uncomfortable, but oddly thrilling as she
took more and more of him into her mouth, holding herself up and
beginning to bob her head up and down. “Mmm,” Edwards murmured, his
fingers moving into her hair. She felt a slight tugging and
realized he was pulling her hair free of its bun, the hair pins
clattering to the wooden surface of the desk as his fingers began
to work through her thick tresses. Gabrielle knew that she had to
please him—that the whole point of the exercise was for her to
demonstrate her ability to please, her willingness to give
pleasure. She took as much of him as she could, ruthlessly
suppressing her gag reflex and vertigo both, sucking and licking
more enthusiastically as she tasted the sharpness of his precum
beginning to flow. She gasped when she felt his hand come down
across her exposed ass cheeks suddenly, almost choking in her
startlement. Then Edwards was holding her head firmly, his fingers
working through her hair as he thrust slowly but steadily into the
attentions of her mouth.
     
    She was gratified at the low moan she heard
leaving his lips, filled with intense pleasure at the thought