Alicia Jones needs a job now – and the position as the playboy billionaire, Dorian Black’s, personal assistant is too big to pass up. When the application process is based on looks over skill, Alicia knows she doesn’t measure up to the skinny, model gorgeous women she’s up against.
But some billionaires prefer curves.
Dorian Black spots the petite and deliciously voluptuous Alicia in the foyer of his building and she more than catches his eye – she spills coffee all over him! In a fit of lust, the billionaire orders the woman up to his office for a personal interview involving a rope, a paddle and a deliciously kinky punishment.
Will Alicia’s body and heart be able to handle the affections of the sexy billionaire?
This 14,300 word erotic romance novella features graphic and steamy sex between a curvy girl and her sexy billionaire boss.
This story was formally known as Bound by the Billionaire and contains the following stories/chapters:
I did as he said and walked toward his desk. The tone in his voice was the same he'd used when he interviewed me- the tone I hadn't heard in just over two weeks. My skin pickled with excitement at the look in his eyes, the look of the predator about to pounce on its prey. And I was the prey. Gently, I set the papers down and waited.
"We don't have much time, but I want to be thorough so you fully understand what you did wrong."
My breath caught in my throat, and I nodded. What was he going to do to me? And would I like it as much as I like his other punishment? "Are you going to spank me again, Mr. Black?" I managed to ask. I know he said we weren't to speak of it again, but how could I not?
A dangerous smirk slid across his lips. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Alicia? No, this time it will be much worse. Lift up your dress. Now!"
I did as he said, slipping the formfitting red material over my rounded hips. He took in my curvy thighs and the thin black lace panties I wore. Just one look from his piercing blue eyes dampened my pussy. Roughly and without preamble, he yanked them down and bent me over his desk. So he was going to spank me? I gripped on the smooth wood and bit my bottom lip in anticipation.
But the stinging punishment never came. Instead, he opened one of his desk drawers and fumbled around with something inside- something that sounded plastic. Sweat beaded on my back and my chest. What was he going to do to me? The heat of his touch was enough to get me even wetter than I had been. Then, one large finger slipped into my depths and I moaned, keeping still no matter how badly I wanted to push back into it.
"Look at how wet you are,” Mr. Black growled, his other hand massaging the roundness of my butt. Then, his finger slipped out and a little plastic dildo slipped in. It didn’t feel very long, maybe about three inches, but the girth made up for it. I gasped, and he pushed it in until the base was flush with the entrance of my slick cunt. Then he slid my panties back up and lowered my dress in a matter of fact way.