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

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    I pulled out the apron, touching the pink material trimmed in white lace. A naughty idea popped into my mind. My hands went to the lacings on my maid's uniform. I pulled, the bodice loosening and my heavy breasts spilling out as I worked the uniform off my curvy body.
    It was a little chilly in his apartment as I stood naked in his bedroom. Well, almost naked. I was wearing a butt plug, the sapphire end of the plug stuck out, nestled between my plump butt-cheeks. I grabbed the apron, pulling it on, tying the strings behind my back.
    I walked into the bathroom, smiling at the stainless-steel manacles hanging in the shower. Master had used those on me a few times. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was positively indecent. The apron was skinny, falling down just low enough to hide my groin. The top, however, didn't hide my breasts well. As I moved, my breasts swayed and my fat nipples would peak out around the cloth, giving brief teases before disappearing back behind the apron.
    I strode out into the condo, beaming. I felt so amazingly free. I laughed, spinning about for a moment. I walked to the windows, peering out at Seattle and the Puget Sound. I was practically naked, and no one had any idea. It was so...liberating. Last week, I had loved showing off that party. And now I was showing off for the entire city.
    Maybe Master will shove me against the window, the cold glass pressing on my breasts, and fuck me. The entire city could see me surrendering to him. I shuddered and grabbed a paper towel to dab at my wet vulva.
    I walked into the kitchen and began cooking dinner. This morning I had bought a pair of thick, porterhouse steaks from my old employer, Quality Goods, along with some great, portabella mushrooms to top it, some red potatoes to make delicious mashed potatoes, and asparagus.
    The radio blared pop music as I worked, my hips shaking to the music as I diced the red potatoes. The time flew by as I cooked for my Master. I wanted this dinner to be perfect tonight. As the potatoes boiled, I set out the table. Fine china. Sterling silverware. Crystal champagne flutes. Silver candelabra. Mauve candles. I placed our seats at the corner, so we'd sit side by side. I filled a bucket with ice and set the Dom Perignon to chill before cooking the asparagus.
    I was about to grill the steaks when he walked in. Right on time. He was so punctual on Fridays. The door rattled, then his footsteps thudded on the hardwood floors. I walked out of the kitchen, excited to see his reaction.
    “Hello, Miss Veronica...” His voice trailed off when he noticed the apron. His blue-gray eyes lit up, a hungry grin spreading across his chiseled face. “Well, well, well. This is a pleasant surprise, Miss Veronica.”
    “Welcome home, Master,” I smiled, grabbing the ends of my apron, lifting them up and flashing my nethers at him as I curtsied. “How was your day at work?”
    “Paled compared to the delights awaiting me at home, ma femme de chambre liée.”
    I had picked up some French. My bound maid. I loved it when he called me that.
    “Dinner is almost ready. May I take your coat, sir?”
    “Yes, you may.”
    I walked towards him, his eyes devouring me. I pulled his suit jacket off, my hands stroking his hard muscles. I walked into his bedroom to hang it up. Tomorrow I would take his suits to the dry cleaners.
    His hand smacked my ass as I passed, stinging pain shooting through me. “You're wearing the butt plug.”
    “Of course, Master.” I looked over my shoulder at him.
    “You're ready tonight.”
    I smiled at him, my butt clenching on the plug. “If you think so, Master. I will submit.”
    “Yes, you will, my dirty, sexy, beautiful orchid.”
    I was giddy with excitement as I cooked the steaks, the air filled with their delicious scent. I cooked his to medium rare and mine to well done—I didn't like any bit of pink. I dished up the plates, drizzling the mushrooms sauce over the steaks and mashed potatoes. Last, I