Free Training Her Curves - Geneva (A BBW Billionaire Domination and Submission Romance) by Christa Wick Page A

present. Gently, he tugged the material away, the remnants falling forgotten onto the floor.
    "I had planned on using a flogger." With my feet still held wide and high, he drew a sensual line from one side of my bottom to the other.
    My flesh pulled tight down there, squeezing from an achy need his words and touch had produced.
    "But the hand is so much more intimate."
    Eyes shut, I nodded. My whole body was alive at that moment and it seemed like I could feel all of it at once. My nipples were sharp tipped and swollen, my labia pinched shut as my cunt sucked inward. My head felt light, like it was attached to a helium-filled balloon and not my body.
    "Dylan..." I pleaded.
    "In due time, love," he answered softly. "First these sweet cherries."
    His hand drifted up to attend to one nipple. With increasing pressure, he held it trapped between his index finger and the pad of his thumb. He stroked from base to tip, the pressure increasing with each swipe.
    "So exquisitely sensitive, infused with blood, their pale coloring darkened with lust."
    Even his words were a caress that touched me everywhere at once.
    His free hand opened another drawer and he drew out two -- no three -- clear cylinders that seemed to have plungers at their top.
    "Suckers, love." His lips slid side to side just like when he worked his spreadsheets and decided a change in the formula was required. Taking just one of the cylinders, Dylan trailed it down my stomach to my mound. Centering it above my clit, he twisted the top handle twice.
    I gasped, my shoulders jerking and my hips pushing up. I could feel the flesh swelling from just those two twists and there seemed to be more twists available.
    "For your nipples," he teased, taking one of the remaining cylinders, "I need to give you a few licks each to form the seal, but your pussy is sopping, baby."
    Hell, yes, it was!
    His tongue laved the far nipple, circling, dancing, his lips closing for a wet suck and then he put the device over it and twisted twice. He repeated the pattern with my right breast and then gave each of the handles a third twist.
    A jolt of sensual delight shot through me each time or I wouldn't have been able to keep count.
    "You're doing beautifully, baby," he said, rich with appreciation. "So open with your pleasure."
    Stepping back from the table, he quickly stripped off his clothes. He had been big and rock hard every time he had taken me, but in that playroom, he was indescribably magnificent -- larger than large, more steely than steel.
    But I would have to wait to have his cock in me.
    "A flogger to your lush ass," he reminded me as he released the tension on the sucker attached above my clit. "That was the plan."
    Roughly, he palmed my mound, squeezing and rubbing and pinching at the clit and labia. "But it's your pussy that's driving me crazy."
    I twisted along the table, lifting, contorting, ass thrusting upward to grind my mound against his hand.
    The first slap startled me even though I knew his intent.
    "More," I screamed, my body as close to the edge as I had ever been without falling over.
    Slap, slap, slap.
    A guttural cry ripped from deep inside me, hooked the flesh of my throat to leave me sobbing in orgasm. I was still riding the wave of that release when he put the sucker back in place and gave three vicious twists on the handle. Tears leaked from the side of my eyes as my mind floated somewhere above my body.
    Fingers invaded my cunt, not one exploratory digit to test my readiness or two companions but three, thick and hard driving, the rough pads scraping inside me at that spongy, responsive bulb nestled against the backside of my clit.
    Fluid squirted into the cylinder as its tube jerked hard enough to point the knobby handle in the direction of my face. Another thick squirt and then another. He released the tension on the sucker, removed it so that the juice dribbled in every direction, most of it reaching the surface of the table before his mouth sealed over my