Training Her Curves - Dallas (A BBW Billionaire Domination and Submission Romance) Read Free

Jake pulled me into darkness.
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    I heard the bolt slide, locking us in the room, and then he pawed around and found the light switch. A few bare bulbs dimly lit what looked like a short corridor ending in a brick wall but was really the path between row after row of shelves filled with bolts of fabric, unassembled mannequins, props and other design elements. Just inside the room, pushed tight against the wall on the right, was a heavy metal desk and a folding chair. Jake grabbed the chair and jammed it under the doorknob.
    "Clear the desk," he rasped before disappearing into the stacks.
    He returned a few minutes later with a mink throw draped over one arm and a dense, thick piece of green foam pressed flat against his broad chest. He put the square of foam on the cleared desktop and the mink over the foam and the cold, hard surface around it. His hand dipped beneath the gold tinted shade of the standing lamp alongside the desk. He turned the light on and tilted the shade, a pale autumnal glow spotlighting the fur.
    Turning his attention to me, he loosened the ties on the black kimono that covered me from my shoulders down to my knees.
    "I'm going to spend the next eight hours or more arguing with my brother so that Riona gets her way," he said as he hung the kimono on a hook by the door. Taking me by the hand, he led me to the desk and settled me atop the mink throw and the cushion beneath. "I need a very special kind of sustenance if I'm going to be up to the task."
    His fingertips slid halfway across my stomach before tracking down to the hem of the black leather corset picked as the first outfit for the photo shoot. Black silk panties tied at the sides guarded my most private area.
    Jake bent at the waist. His head nudged my right arm away from my hip. His teeth closed around one end of the ribbon tie. He pulled slowly toward my front, the bow undone by the time his head was centered on my body. He relaxed his jaw for a second, dropped the ribbon, and then he found its twin on my other hip and repeated the process.
    "Lean back."
    I complied with his rough command and he knelt on the ground before me, his hands wrapping around my knees to force my thighs wide. Using his teeth once more, he pulled down the front panel of the panties to expose my already dripping cunt.
    "Damn, I need this," he groaned as he nuzzled my mound and thighs. His hands left my knees to grab the handle of the bottom drawer on each side of the desk. He pulled them open then seized my ankles. Lifting my legs, he hooked the heel on my stiletto pumps on the outer edge of each drawer face.
    Fully exposed, I felt the cold circulation of air against my labia. A shiver ran through me, eliciting a soft chuckle from Jake.
    "Here, baby. Let me chase that away."
    A slow, hot hiss of air left his mouth, heating my moist folds. Beneath the tight, leather corset, my nipples, already pebbled with arousal, began to ache with a pain that only his tongue could ease.
    Lucky me, Jake Kehoe was a man who loved the taste of pussy. It was his ambrosia.
    And, for the next eleven months, mine was the only cup from which he could drink.
    "Do you have any idea how much I need this?" he asked, his gaze far south of my face.
    "Hey buddy," I giggled, completely forgiving his earlier desire to shelter Riona and Marjolein from the same public role into which he had gleefully dragged me. "My eyes are up here."
    I saw a flash of his multi-hued irises and their curtain of dark lashes before a predatory flick of Jake's tongue against his top lip diverted my attention. Still looking up at me, he took a soft nip against my inner thigh.
    "Okay, gorgeous, answer my question -- do you have any idea how much I need you?"
    My heart slammed against the back of my ribcage at the slight alteration in his wording from needing "this," the wet, quivering pussy a few short inches from his mouth, to needing me. For a month, I had been drowning in my own angst, wondering if our