The Billionaire's Lover: Curves To Keep (Part One) (A BBW Erotic Romance) by Bethany Rousseau Read Free Book Online Page B

please.”
     
    “Y-yes, Mr. Edwards,” Gabrielle managed to
stutter. Edwards smiled slowly, relinquishing her nipples abruptly.
He picked up the handcuffs once more.
     
    “Turn around, and put your hands behind your
back.” Gabrielle moved to obey; surprised at herself—she was not
the obedient type, under normal circumstances. She brought her
hands around to the small of her back and felt a frisson of erotic
fear as she felt the cold cuffs close on first one, then the other
wrist, clicking into place firmly. She instinctively tugged against
them and felt the chilling bite of the metal into her soft skin,
not even the tiniest amount of give in the rigid material. Edwards
turned her to face him once more, and Gabrielle stumbled slightly
in her heels, off-balance from having her wrists locked behind her.
“I hope you will agree with me that discipline is a very great
necessity—both in the workplace, and in life?” Edwards raised his
eyebrow, and Gabrielle nodded breathlessly, her mind flickering
back to the spanking she had witnessed.
     
    Edwards cleared his desk quickly, pushing the
papers aside before gently pressing Gabrielle face down upon the
surface. He shifted her feet beneath her, scooting her up against
the unyielding frame until her ass was stuck up in the air, her
legs spread steadily so that she wouldn’t stumble. Gabrielle felt
the cooler air of the room brush up along her inner thighs,
caressing her slick folds as she stood bent over and helpless, her
skin crawling with anticipation. She started slightly when Edwards’
hand came against her ass; he was caressing her through the fabric
of her skirt slowly, exploring the curve of her buttocks as she
tried not to squirm. “Ah, yes, you are such a fine specimen of
womanhood, Gabrielle.” He squeezed her ass firmly in his hands.
“It’s almost too tempting to take your skirt off right away and see
what this lovely part of your body looks like underneath the
clothes.” He gave her ass another firm squeeze, and Gabrielle
squirmed, a soft whimper creeping up through her throat.
     
    The next moment, his grip on her withdrew,
and Gabrielle had only an instant of confusion—of
anticipation—before his hand came down across her ass firmly, a
muted smack sounding in her ears even as the blow sent a jolt
through her, seemingly straight to her already-soaking pussy.
Before she could recover from her sense of shock, Edwards brought
his hand down again, striking another part of her ass, and she
yelped, twitching and starting—but not quite able to move. His hand
came down against her again and again, and Gabrielle felt her skin
heating up under the blows, a faint tingle growing along the curve
of her ass cheeks as he hit the same parts of her over and over
again. Just when she was beginning to become accustomed to the
onslaught, Gabrielle was startled once more when Edwards pulled her
skirt up abruptly, exposing her completely. She started to
instinctively pull herself up, shy and uncomfortable, but Edwards
pushed her back onto the desk firmly but gently, holding her there
until she began to calm down.
     
    He reached between her legs, and Gabrielle
squirmed slightly as his fingers brushed against her slick folds,
delicate as a feather. He pressed more firmly against her, slipping
along her labia, and Gabrielle suppressed the urge she felt to push
her hips down and back, wanting more than just the teasing contact
he was giving her. “Oooh, this is an unexpected treat—you keep
yourself very smooth. Is that so you’ll be more sensitive?” His
fingers found her clit and stroked it slowly, rubbing against the
bead of flesh. Gabrielle writhed, unable to help herself, the
contact sending tingles of electric sensation through her body. She
murmured an affirmative, and heard Edwards’ amused chuckle. He
withdrew his fingers and Gabrielle whimpered helplessly, pressing
her forehead against the cool, hard surface of his desk and trying
to get a hold of