Free Lacy Bonds (Veronica's Tale)(Curvy Maids 3): (A Billionaire, BDSM, BBW naughty romance) by Renee Jordan

gusset of my panties to the side, sliding a finger through my folds. I shuddered, my toes curling in my heels as the pleasure shivered through me.
    His finger stirred inside me. Liquid warmth poured out. I moaned. He nuzzled at my neck, sucking, marking me as his above the diamond necklace. A second finger entered me. I squeezed down on it. The pleasure shuddered through me.
    “Yes, Master,” I groaned.
    Mr. Howards glanced back at me. His eyes were hungry as he watched me. I gasped again, more heat burning through me. I was scared of being watched, of showing off my true passion to a stranger. And I was scared by how hot it made me.
    I fought my instincts to hide, surrendering in my master's arms. This is what he wanted. And I would give it to him. His thumb brushed my clit. My mouth widened, letting out another low sigh. A smile crossed Mr. Howard's tan face, his smile flashing white teeth.
    “He's enchanted by you,” Master whispered in my ear. “He wants you. But he can't ever have you. You're ma femme de chambre liée. ”
    “Yes. I am!” I moaned louder, letting the pleasure growing inside me sweep me away. “All yours!”
    His fingers curled, brushing this wonderful spot inside me. My legs spasmed as the pleasure roared through me. I let out a wordless howl, moaning louder than Anna on the couch. I hoped all the billionaires turned to watch me submit to my master.
    A tempest whipped through me. I was helpless, unable to move as my body trembled. Master's strong arms moved me, shifting me until I face forward, his hard cock pressing against my pussy. I ground on it, rubbing it through my panties. His fingers had pulled out while I had been lost to rapture.
    “Do you need to fuck me, Master?” I cried out as I ground on him. My lust burned me to be so whorish. The audience was split between watching us and watching Issy feast on Anna.
    “Show them that you're my slut.”
    Master's words shuddered through me. I reached down beneath my skirts and pushed the gusset of my panties aside. His hard cock brushed my wet petals. I shifted, finding his cock and guiding it to my entrance. I slid down on him. He was so thick and wonderful. I moaned as I embraced him.
    “So wonderful, Master!”
    His strong hands seized my waist, helping me to ride him. I planted my feet on the ground, trying to rise up on my heels. It was too hard. I kicked them off, my stocking-clad feet pressed into the hardwood, and I lifted up.
    Amazing joy filled me.
    I worked my hips, guided by Master's strong hands. I moaned and gasped and let myself be free. Be his. I wanted all these billionaires to see how a real man makes a woman scream. A second orgasm was swelling as they watched us.
    I came hard and hot. I cried out for joy. I loved this man so much. I wanted to be his forever. My pussy slammed down on him, my flesh writhing about his shaft, milking him. I wanted him to flood me. To fully take me in front of all these powerful men.
    “Cum in me, Master,” I moaned. “Flood me. Own me! Cum in your maid!”
    He growled, his hands digging into my side as he pulled me down. “Take it, slut! Take it all!”
    He erupted inside me. I loved this moment. We were one flesh writhing together.
    “Magnificent,” he whispered in my ear as he held me.
    We were forgotten now. The attention turned back to Anna as she came on Issy's mouth. I closed my eyes, loving this moment. I was in his arms. I felt at peace. Safe and secure.
    My nagging doubt came back. Who does he love? Me or his wife's memory.

Chapter Nine
    It was a Friday, a week after the party and almost a month into our relationship, when I came across the frilly apron in the bottom drawer of his dresser. I had refused to wear it when he asked me that first day. He had never asked again. I bent down to pull it out, all to aware of the large butt plug inside me. It was the biggest yet, almost as big as him.
    And it excited me so much I couldn't even wear panties anymore. I was soaking through