The Billionaire's Curvy Conquest - Complete (3 page)

The force of the contact drove my gut uncomfortably hard against the desk. To better brace myself, I moved my legs apart.

I knew that would reveal my naked pussy where the crotchless lace panties parted in the center, but I tried not to think about that.

“Have you learned your lesson yet, Miss James?” Mr. Reed’s voice was low and husky.

Sensing that a yes would end our encounter, I replied with, “No, sir.”

The paddle connected with my backside again and then again, turning the warmth into all-out heat.

Moisture escaped from my sex, gliding past the edge of the crotchless panties and sliding down the fleshy curve of my inner thigh.

At some point, my fear had transformed into arousal and I no longer cared whether my ass jiggled or not. I had never been this hot before...had never wanted someone like this.

Using my elbows for leverage on the desk, I spread my legs further apart, pushing myself up onto the tips of my toes to give Mr. Reed better access to my round derriere - and a bird’s eye view of my wet, naked pussy. 

“You are a very naughty girl,” Mr. Reed said, his low voice tinged with approval as he continued to bring the paddle firmly against my backside.

“Yes, sir,” I replied, a breathy cry escaping from my lips when the paddle landed once again.

“Promise me you’ll never be late again.”

Slap.

“I’ll try, sir,” I panted.

Slap.

“That is an unacceptable answer, Miss James.”

Slap. Slap. Slap.

“Yes, yes! I promise!” I was whimpering now, the painful pleasure making me ache for something more than leather against my backside.

I heard the paddle hit the floor and felt Mr. Reed close behind me, the fabric of his perfectly-creased slacks brushing across the backs of my legs.

“I believe that’s enough punishment for today,” he said, his breathing ragged as he rubbed my red hot flesh with his strong hands, soothing the sting from his paddling.

I collapsed against the desk and Mr. Reed spread my ass cheeks wide. His hand slipped between them and his fingers brushed across my slick folds.

The blindfold heightened my non-visual senses.

The musky smell of arousal that hung in the air and the sounds of our labored breathing increased the pleasure I felt from Mr. Reed’s intimate touch. I moaned and pressed myself against him. 

Although I certainly wasn’t a virgin, my previous sexual experiences had been on the vanilla side, mostly consisting of the missionary position with the lights off.

Sexually, I had never let down my guard like this, with such abandon. But realizing that Mr. Reed wanted me as much as I wanted him was shattering my long-held inhibitions.

For the first time in a very long while, I was not self-conscious about my size. 

Mr. Reed withdrew his hand from between my legs and I whimpered in disappointment.

“Turn around, Miss James,” he instructed.

When I did, he took my face in his hands and crushed my lips with his.

The passionate and unexpected kiss made my legs buckle and I perched on the edge of the desk, clutching Mr. Reed’s arms to keep myself from falling.

Leaving my lips, he forged a wet trail down my neck to the swell of my corseted breasts.

He teased the brown centers at the top of the lace before pulling the fabric down and exposing my creamy flesh to his mouth.

He closed around my nipples, one after the other, gently nipping and tugging the stiff peaks with his teeth. I trembled and moaned at the expertise of his mouth and tongue.

His touch was intoxicating and I couldn’t get enough. Threading my fingers through his dark hair, I drew him closer.

Part of me wanted to remove the blindfold and watch as he suckled my womanly flesh. Another part reveled in the anonymity of being unable to see.

Unencumbered by sight, I was free to
simply feel
.

Mr. Reed’s hands closed around my cinched waist and pushed me back onto the desk.

“Lay back, Cassie,” he urged gently, helping me recline.

The low squeal of his executive chair wheels told me he was sitting now, scooting toward me.

Straddling my legs, he lifted them onto the chair’s armrests. In an instant of panic, I remembered the crotchless panties.

That’s when I realized he had dropped formality and had addressed me by my first name.

Instead of closing my legs to hide my sex from him, I spread them wide for his perusal, completely exposing my slick, silky center to his gaze.

“I can see that you want me, Cassie,” he said quietly, stroking my fleshy limbs. “Tell me how much.”

“I do want you, Mr. Reed,” I moaned, arching my back “I’ve never wanted anyone more than you.”

He leaned forward, his cheeks roughing up my tender inner thighs, just like I had imagined,  time and time again.

But when he finally buried his face between my legs, the feeling was more exquisite than my wildest fantasy. I cried out at the first light contact of his tongue on my sensitive folds.

“Tell me how much you love this, Cassie,” he demanded, using his tongue to circle my swollen pussy lips and glide expertly over my clit.

“I love having your mouth on me,” I responded without shame, “and how your tongue sets me on fire. I’m burning for you, Mr. Reed.”

“Yes,” he murmured, “that’s it.”

I was writhing under his tongue now, whimpering his name. “Don’t stop,” I begged. “Please. I’m so very close.”

In response, his fingers found my wet hole, slipping inside to stroke my slick channel as his mouth lapped mercilessly at my pussy.

No man had ever touched me so intimately...or so completely.

I ground against him as the fire inside me burned brighter, the flames flickering higher and higher until I finally exploded, shuddering against his fingers and mouth with a pulsing orgasm unlike anything I had ever experienced.

I sat up, reaching for Mr. Reed blindly and bringing my lips to his, not even caring that my own juice covered his face and mixed with our saliva.

He pulled me forward until I was straddling him on the chair.

Pressing my big breasts against his chest and grinding against his still-clothed erection, I licked my juices from his lips, which made him groan. 

“I need to be inside of you, Cassie,” he whispered against my mouth.

“I need that, too,” I said softly, my blind fingers fumbling to unbutton his shirt while he dealt with his pants.

Using my hands to explore his naked chest, I reveled in the feeling of muscle and man-fur. As I passed over his nipples, I smiled when they responded to my touch. 

With his stiff cock finally free, I heard the sound of tearing and guessed that Mr. Reed was putting on a condom. Seconds later, he guided his fat tip toward my wet opening.

I felt the round, bulging head of his cock stretch me wide as I slowly slid over the impressive length, burying his entire shaft in my hot hole. Mr. Reed’s breath quickened as I moved up and down, slowly stroking his hard cock.

“Your breasts are spectacular, Cassie,” he groaned, using his hands to push them together so he could shift his mouth back and forth between them, giving equal time to both nipples.

“They are, aren’t they?” I laughed softly, the compliment boosting my confidence and increasing my pace.

Mr. Reed moved his hands to my waist, using them to guide my up and down pace on his shaft. As I rode his cock, his fingers tightened on my skin, his nails digging into my fleshy curves. Beneath me, his hard thighs pressed up, meeting my body with his own thrusts.

“I need to be deeper, Cassie,” he moaned.

Without removing his throbbing cock from my pussy, Mr. Reed somehow managed to push me back onto his desk, kicking his chair out of the way.

Perched on the edge of the desk, I leaned back, steadying myself with my arms and wrapping my legs around his waist.

He held onto my hips, using the leverage of his standing position to drive himself deep into my center, over and over again.

The man had amazing stamina!

The upward angle of his relentless thrusts stroked the hidden pleasure center on the front wall of my channel and heat pooled in my belly.

“Oh, Mr. Reed!” I screamed. “I’m coming again! Oh! Ohhh!”

I had never had multiple orgasms before - and had never found release during vaginal penetration. The feeling was unlike any other, a crescendo of pleasure that sent me soaring to new and greater heights.

“That’s it, Cassie, cume on my cock,” Mr. Reed urged as I quivered and quaked and my pussy clenched and released his throbbing rod.

My orgasm seemed to excite him further. “You’re so soft and so wet,” he groaned, driving into me harder and faster.

His breathing was even more labored now and his grip on my hips was almost painfully tight. I could tell by the tensing of his entire body that he was close to his own release.

Reaching up, I slipped off the blindfold and watched, mesmerized.

Mr. Reed’s eyes were closed, his face drenched in sweat and etched with passion. His chest was every bit as beautiful as my hands had discovered and I let my eyes follow the dark trail that led down his belly and below, disappearing each time he thrust his cock inside of me.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!” He opened his eyes when he came, and we both watched as he continued thrusting until his cumming cock was spent.

Only then did he realize I was no longer blind.

After discarding the condom, he pulled me back onto his lap and kissed me tenderly, his still semi-erect cock pressed against my wetness.

We stayed that way for a while, without talking, the scent of our sex filling the room.

“I need to use the bathroom,” I said, unable to deny my body’s basic urge any longer.

“There are towels under the sink that you can use to freshen up,” Mr. Reed offered.

“Thank you,” I replied. “Mr. Reed, you should know that my behavior isn’t usually so...brazen.”

“I think we both got caught up in the moment, wouldn’t you agree, Miss James?”

Formality was back.

“I suppose you’re right,” I said.

Getting off his lap was awkward. There was no graceful way to get to my large body to my feet without flashing my dripping pussy through the crotchless lace or slapping his face with my breasts, which were fully unleashed from the corset.

Still, with as much dignity as possible, I got up, grabbed my bag of clothes and headed for the bathroom at the other end of the office.

~~~

W
hen I came out of the bathroom, redressed in my stretchy pants and white blouse, I felt a little like Cinderella after the stroke of midnight.

Although I cleaned up the makeup that had streamed down my face and finger-combed my hair so that it was somewhat presentable, I couldn’t hide the flush on my cheeks that said I had just been very thoroughly fucked. 

Mr. Reed, on the other hand, looked completely pulled together, fully dressed with his hair back in place and his head buried in his computer screen.

“Um, Mr. Reed? Should I have these things cleaned for your lady friend?”

I hated the idea of another woman wearing the lingerie and doing what I had done with Mr. Reed, but he couldn’t give her the corset and panties in their current state, covered in my juices and his scent.

“That won’t be necessary, Miss James,” Mr. Reed replied, not bothering to look up from his work. “Something’s come up and I won’t be able to get away for the weekend after all. I’ll have Alice pick up a trinket at Tiffany’s to send with my regrets.”

My heart was soaring as I held up the shopping bag that held the corset, panties and coat. “What should I do with these?”

Mr. Read looked at me now, his hot gaze filled with a lingering lust that told me he wasn’t quite as composed as he looked. “You keep them, Miss James. They suit you.”

“Thank you, sir. Would you like me to return the other items, the ones that we didn’t use?” I asked, trying to act nonchalant and failing miserably. 

“No, Miss James.” Sparks flew between us. “I think the other items might come in handy at some point, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, I can see how they might.” My lips curled up sweetly. “Will there be anything else, Mr. Reed?”

“Not today, Miss James. Have a good evening.” As he turned back to his work, I exited his office, closing the door on my way out.

Leaning against the wall, I closed my eyes, taking time to slow my racing heart before walking down the hallway to Alice’s desk.

“How did it go, Miss James?” she asked.

“Well, at first, Mr. Reed was pretty angry that I was late,” I said with false drama. “But I managed to win him over in the end.”

“I knew you were the right woman for the job,” Alice said with a smile.

She reached into a tin box marked “Petty Cash” and pulled out three $20 bills. “I think you’ve earned a treat, Miss James. Why don’t you take a cab home from work instead of riding the bus.”

“Thank you,” I replied graciously, taking the money before walking toward the elevator. As the door opened, Alice called my name and I turned.

“It was a pleasure working with you today,” she said with a brilliant smile. “I hope to work with you again very soon.”

Returning her smile, I got in the elevator and directed the operator to take me to the lobby.

~~~

T
hat night I used the rest of the money Alice gave me to splurge on delivery pizza and a pint of Ben and Jerry’s. It was my own way of celebrating the unusual events of the day.

I didn’t know what might happen at Reed Technologies tomorrow, but for the first time ever, I was excited to go to work.

T
he next morning I got up, took a shower, drank two cups of coffee and made a mad dash to catch the express bus downtown. Only I missed the bus and had to wait for the next one, which dropped me off 30 minutes late. Despite my lateness, I stopped to get a bagel.

Old habits die hard.

When I got to my desk, my cubicle was empty and fear pooled in my gut. “Hey Fay,” I whispered to the woman in the cubicle next to mine. “What happened to my stuff?”

“Jarrod from IT came and took your computer and then the Wicked Witch packed up all your papers and personal things.”