The Billionaire's BBW Secret (8 page)

“And just so we're clear, when
we're in public, it's Mr. Larson.  Or sir, if you prefer.”  Though his tone was
severe, his eyes sparkled impishly.  He was remembering their night together.

Denny suppressed a smile of her
own, and merely nodded.  “Understood, sir.”

“Now get out of here.  You have a
lot of work to do today.”

*****

Denny did indeed have a lot of
work, and not just for that day.  Larson had had her running around like a
chicken with its head cut off all week, driving all around Manhattan for
various tasks and errands, and even doing some typing work.  She had to wrap
and mail gifts and write cards for him to sign, and arrange for cards for all
his colleagues as well.  It was strange.  Denny never thought that the
ultra-rich had the same traditions as normal people, but apparently they did. 
Or at least, Larson did.

By Friday, she was exhausted once
again.  Larson hadn't been quite as hard on her this week as the last one, but
he still ran her ragged.  She wasn't sure all on what to expect the following
weekend.  Would she be invited to his place again?  She just didn't know.

“Denny,” he called her into his
office just as she was about to leave for the day.  She'd nearly given up on
any sort of invitation, and was walking out of his office with a heavy heart.

But he pulled on a heart string and
put it back in place by calling her name.  Lola glared at her as she practically
pranced back into his office.  She didn't pay the other woman any mind though. 
She knew why Lola acted the way she did now, and Denny couldn't blame her for
more than a bit of bitterness.

“Shut the door,” Larson said
smoothly.  He was sitting at his desk, reading glasses on as he pored through
some document or another.

Denny obeyed, sliding the huge
wooden doors shut, and then turned to face him again.

“So,” he said as he stood.  “I
think I'll require your assistance once more this weekend.  The holiday season
is fast approaching and I realized I hadn't even put up my decorations yet.”

“When do you need me, sir?” Denny
asked quietly.

Larson came around the desk now,
and without warning, he stepped up next to her and pulled her close, pressing
her generous body against his.  She could feel the heat of his body, the
hardness of it underneath his clothing.

“All the time,” he murmured into
her ear, causing a flush to rise and excited shiver to run through her body. 
“I need you right now.”

“Sir...” Denny breathed.  She
didn't know what to even say to that.  She wanted him too, but they couldn't. 
Not right here.

He chuckled lowly, and stepped
away.  “Not here, of course,” he said, echoing her thoughts.  “But tomorrow
afternoon.  Be at my apartment.  He slipped a plastic card out of his pocket
and handed it to her.  “Use this to get in.”

Her heart gave a nervous flutter. 
She knew that he was essentially handing her the key to his home.  He must have
trusted her greatly.

“Yes, sir,” she said, slipping the
card into her purse.  She wouldn't want to lose it.

“Good.  For now, have a good
night.”

She nodded.  “Yes, sir.”  Then she
turned and made for the door.

“One last thing,” he added, even as
her hand touched the knob.

“Sir?”

“Wear something suitable for the
work.”  A smile played around the corners of his mouth, and Denny flushed hotly
once more.

“I will... Bran.”

With that said, she was gone.

*****

It was somewhat difficult to find a
lingerie store that catered to the plus sized woman, but Denny found one after
a few minutes of Internet searching, and the following morning she made her way
to the shop.  After an hour of browsing and trying things on, she escaped with
a lacy red corset.  She hoped Larson would approve.

On the ride over, she was very
aware of the presence of those naughty items underneath her completely normal
looking clothing.  As she looked from person to person on the subway, she
wondered if anyone could tell what was in store for her in less than an hour. 
She squirmed a bit in her seat at that thought.  This was so, so bad.

Denny could feel her nerves on the
rise as she walked to Larson's apartment.  It was in the Tribeca neighborhood,
and the feel here was distinctly different from the one in Brooklyn.  The
buildings were well-built and well-kept, and the people who bustled on the
streets were more of the affluent type.  Though Denny was dressed well, she
felt woefully out of place.  She didn't belong here, not really.

So she scurried along on the
street, quickly making her way for Larson's apartment complex before anyone
could stop her and report her to the police.  Not that such a thing would
really happen.  She was just worrying about over-the-top things once again.

When she found the tall building,
the one that towered over everything else within a half-mile radius, she
quickly swiped the card Larson gave her, and stepped inside, breathing a slight
sigh of relief.  She felt less exposed now, and in addition, the building was
quite a bit warmer than the outside.  New York was really getting cold as the
year approached its end.

Once she had her bearings, she
looked around the lobby.  It was as opulent as Larson's office building, though
with a more old-fashioned touch.  There were a few baroque-styled couches in
one corner, gold painted pillars, and rich oriental rugs covering the marble
floors.  In addition, there was a bored looking receptionist-cum-door guard
watching her.

“May I help you?” the younger man
called.  He sounded helpful enough, but when Denny looked at him, her eyes met
with a steely gaze.

“Um, where's the elevator?” she
said, her nerves on the rise once again.

“Who are you here to see?”

“Bran – Brandon Larson,” she
quickly added his full name.

“Oh.”  The man's demeanor changed
as soon as she said Bran's name.  “He said he was expecting someone.  The
elevators are around the corner, to your left.”

Denny nodded in thanks and quickly
made for where he pointed.  She just wanted to get to a safe area again.  She
felt so out of her element.

She found the elevator quickly and
swiped the card again, then stepped inside.

Before long, she was once again in
the safety of Bran's home.  It was just as she remembered, with the exception
of a few plastic tubs by the couch.

Bran was nowhere in sight yet, so
Denny took a chance to examine the tubs.  There were four, and they were large
and gray.  She glanced from side to side, and then opened one, overcome by
curiosity.

“What?” she mumbled.  Inside were
Christmas decorations.  For a moment, she felt a touch of panic.  Had he been
serious when he said that's what he needed her for?  Had she read him so wrong?

She shut the lid and stood upright
once more.  No.  She read him right.  She had to have.

Just then, Bran walked into the
room, a smile on his face.

“Ah, I see you've found the
decorations!” he said cheerily as he waved.

“Sir?” Denny said, looking at him
in a questioning manner.

He smirked.  “Do I have to remind
you to call me Bran?”

“Sorry si- Bran,” she said,
flushing.  “I have to admit, I didn't really think we were going to put up
decorations.”

“Why not?  It's the season, after
all.”

“But – I don't know,” Denny
stammered.  “I thought you might hire someone to do this,  or something.”

He was walking around now, towards
the boxes.  “I like doing it myself.  Of course, I have someone take them down. 
That's not nearly as much fun, and I also have someone arrange to bring a tree
in.”  As he spoke he gestured at the large fir that somehow escaped Denny's
notice.  “But putting the decorations up is a great deal of fun to me, and
brings back wonderful memories.  I wouldn't have anyone else do it.”

Denny nodded, understanding Bran
perfectly.  She felt the same way.

“So, shall we?” he asked.

She half-smiled.  “Sure.”

*****

The next two hours were filled with
making Bran's apartment festive for the holidays.  Though Denny was surprised
by it, she was also glad, as she wasn't going to have much of an opportunity to
do such a thing to her own apartment.  There wasn't even enough room to put up
a tree in her studio.

So she festooned the walls and
railings with bows and tinsel, and draped cheery lights all over the huge
tree.  She and Bran decorated it together, and for a moment, as she did that,
she got the strangest feeling.  She'd done this same thing with Rob so many
times, it almost felt the same.

Of course, it wasn't.  Bran wasn't
Rob, not by a long shot.  He was far better.  Conversation with him was far
easier, and they talked about everything and anything in the two hours that
they worked.

“There!” he said triumphantly after
placing the impressive looking golden star at the top of the tree.  It seemed
they were finished, which Denny was glad for.  As much as she enjoyed doing
things like this, she was quite tired by the end of it all.  She would have
liked nothing more than to get a little relaxing in.

Apparently Bran read her mind. 
“Excuse me for just a moment,” he said, and made his way back to the kitchen. 
At least, Denny thought it was the kitchen.  She wasn't certain.

After he left, she took the chance
to sit down on the plush couch, sinking into it and savoring the sensation of
being off her feet.  Though this couch didn't look terribly comfortable, it
felt fantastic.  She gave a small sigh of relief, and closed her eyes.

“Here you are,” Bran suddenly said,
and Denny's eyes flew open.  She jumped a little on the couch as Bran loomed in
her vision, holding a small glass of some sort of milky beverage.

“Just a little eggnog to warm you
up,” he added, urging the glass into her hands.  Denny took it with relish; she
loved eggnog.  She smiled when she took a sip.  Alcohol.  Of course.  There
wasn't enough to even give her a buzz, but it would warm her fingers nicely.

Bran sat down next to her, sipping
his own beverage.  “So,” he said lightly, “I've been wondering all afternoon.”

“Wondering about what?”

He looked over at her, his eyes
sparkling mischievously.  “Whether you did what I asked you to do.”

Denny hid her own smile by taking a
sip of her drink.  “I suppose that's for me to know, and you to find out.”

“Oh, really now?” he purred and
inched closer to her, his thin thighs touching her own fat ones.  “Is that an
invitation?”

She set the glass down on an end
table.  “I think you know what it is.”

Bran needed no more urging.  He
leaned over her and set his own glass down, then set upon her.  He was like a ravenous
wolf; he kissed her hungrily, his tongue parting her lips and probing inside
her mouth as his hands grabbed and roamed.

He pulled away.  “I do think I feel
something underneath that shirt,” he grinned.

“I think you might be right,” Denny
said back without the grin.  She was breathless, and completely taken aback by
his aggression.  Not in a bad way though; far from it.  She loved it.  She
loved seeing a man so enthusiastic about her and her big, curvy body.

“I need to see this,” he growled
and then gripped her thin shirt around the bottom.  Then he whipped it upward,
pulling it off in one smooth motion.

Apparently what he saw made him
speechless.

“My God,” he finally murmured. 
Denny flushed hotly.  She simply wasn't used to a man being so stunned by her
body, but she savored ever last moment of it.  She and she alone was having
this effect on Bran, and she wanted to hold onto the feeling for as long as
possible.

“You are,” he finally breathed,
“gorgeous.  You truly are the most beautiful creature I've ever seen.”

“Oh, Bran...” Denny trailed off,
unsure of what to say.  All she knew was that Bran felt this way, that he
sincerely wanted her like no man had ever wanted her.

He smiled and leaned down, kissing
her deeply once more.  “I have a feeling you don't get that reaction very
often, but you should.  You are absolutely breathtaking.”

Denny felt a throb course through
her body, and she felt at that moment like everything Bran had said.  She felt
beautiful, gorgeous, and breathtaking.

He took her by the hand, gently
pulling and guiding her to her feet.  “Let's get to the bedroom,” he said
quietly, and Denny nodded.  She knew that he wanted to see all of her.

He was quick when they got to that
more private room, his hands once again roaming up and down her sides,
lingering over her generous breasts still contained by the corset, taking great
handfuls of her flesh.  He kissed her again, this time with even more passion
and longing that before.  Denny couldn't quite tell because he was wearing
jeans, but she was sure he was hard as a rock.

“So good,” he groaned into her lips
before pulling away.  “Let me see the rest of you, please.”

Denny as acquiesced.  She had to. 
She wanted nothing more than to please this man and let him have every last
inch of her.  She'd never been truly appreciated for who and what she was
before, and she wasn't going to lose that chance now.  Quickly, she unbuttoned
and unzipped her pants, and slowly, seductively, she pulled them down,
revealing the rest of her lacy, naughty red outfit underneath.

Bran's breath hitched in his throat
as he stared at her, seemingly taking in every last copious inch of her body. 
“Magnificent,” he finally said.

Denny laughed and swirled around
for him.

“Oh, God,” he moaned.  “Stop right
there,” he said when she turned around again, giving him a fantastic view of
her large ass.  “That is amazing.”

Unable to contain himself any
further, he approached her and wrapped his arms around her thick waist,
pressing his hard dick right up against her massive ass.  “I love this,” he
growled as he dipped his head, letting his hot breath wash over the back of her
neck and her ear.  “I want to fuck you like this, so I can see that big,
beautiful ass of yours.”