Dancing With A Dom: A BBW Romance (8 page)

He grabbed me so fast, it scared me. He pulled me up onto his lap and sat down on the edge of the bathtub. I was naked, he, fully dressed. “Look at your phone, little girl.” He growled.

Okay, I may have been a bit ticked off, but even I knew that kind of growl was not one to be messed with, so I obliged him. “Yeah, so what. It’s 2:00 p.m..” I noticed a full screen of calls alternating from him and Jody.

“It’s 2:00 p.m.
Monday
,” he rasped. “You have been sleeping for two days.”

“Oh.”

He turned me so I could see his tired eyes, the dark circles, and the hurt in them. “I have been trying to reach you since Saturday night. I tried to give you some space, but I was worried. I called your emergency point of contact, Jody, and she said she hadn’t heard from you either.”

Crap.

“She’s worried about you, too.” He scowled and then his features softened. “I came over to check on you, and found the door unlocked. You must have forgotten to lock it when you came home Saturday night.”

“Oh.” Good Lord, was that all I could say? I sagged against him again, suddenly even more tired than before. I wanted to yell at him and curse him out for being a player. I wanted to act offended that he would come into my apartment without permission, haul me off to the bathroom, and listen to me pee. But I couldn’t. “I’m just so very tired.” The tears came, and I fell into him, a sobbing mess of yuck and fatigue.

He held me in his big, strong arms and wiped my face with such a tender touch, I couldn’t help but cry harder. The look in his eyes was full of compassion as he whispered to me, “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.”

Then he stood up, pulled down my panties, leaving me completely naked, and carried me into the shower, where I continued to bawl against his wet shirt. I should have cared that he was seeing me fully naked, and at my worst, but at this point, I didn’t care. I had a lot of emotions to let out, and my tears probably would have filled the bathtub.

“I was
humiliated
,” I wept angrily, trying to push him away. “I don’t need your pity. I’m fat, okay?”

But he didn’t let me go. Instead he gripped me tighter. “”Don’t talk about my girl that way. I’m not here to feel sorry for you. I’m here to hold you.” Kissing me gently on the forehead, he turned me so I could receive the full spray from the shower.

I melted against him and opened myself up to his strength. It felt safe. It felt right.

Dane held me and let me cry. And it felt nice. Sleepy, warm, sad, but not alone, I bathed, with a fully dressed man in my shower. My Dom was proving, once again, he could do anything. We would have to talk later. But, first, I just wanted to be held. So that’s what he did.

In a long stream of hot, luscious water and lavender-scented bubbles that he sudsed into my hair and all over every inch of my body, I let go.

***

Dane sat her down in front of him on the soft mat and pulled another towel down to dry her hair.

“You know I can do this myself,” she muttered, but made no move to pull away.

“I know. But I want to do it.”

She shrugged and leaned back as he pulled the towel across the long, luscious dark strands of her silky hair. They were a dark mahogany when wet and looked gorgeous against her pale complexion.

“I’m sorry about the other night.” He felt her tense against his legs. “You shouldn’t have had to hear that.”

When she turned to glare at him with fierceness in her eyes, he almost fell back into the tub. “Yeah, they should have turned off the sound system,” she spat.

“No. Because it wasn’t true.” He stroked her cheek and she softened against him, tears starting to spill again. “Turn around. I’m not done with your hair.”

She obeyed, and he watched the tension ease out of her shoulders as he massaged the top of her scalp with hard, slow strokes. “I’m not usually this big a baby.”

“I know. But you’ve had a lot happen this past year. You’ve held together pretty damn well in my opinion.”

She shrugged.

“I almost knocked those guys on their asses and fired them for the things they said. They’re not true. None of it. You mean a lot to me, and I think I…” He stopped when she tensed against him again. She wasn’t ready to hear that he was falling in love with her. Talk of commitment and her being the one would probably spook her. “You’re the best partner I’ve ever had.”

“Even better than Sveta?”

He detected a note of jealousy in her voice, and tugged her hair so he could kiss her forehead. “Little girl, you are three times the woman Sveta is.”

“That sounds about right,” she said sarcastically and pulled away from him to stand up, her towel falling to the floor at her feet as she turned to walk out the bathroom door.

He yanked her to him and swatted her still-warm ass hard and fast as she yelped and tried to get out of his firm grasp. “You don’t get to bully my partner. And I didn’t mean it like that.”

Anger and hurt still filled her eyes, and her cheeks were flushed, but she shrugged and muttered, “If you say so.”

Stroking her smooth re-heated bottom cheeks, he pulled her against his hard groin. “I definitely say so. See what you do to me?” He pressed himself against her wet pussy, wishing he could get out of these drenched jeans. They were killing him. “Sveta was a great dance partner, and we had a relationship for a while, but it didn’t work out. We both had different needs.” He pulled her to sit on his lap as he sat back down on the edge of the tub. “I need someone strong, full of passion and fire. Someone who doesn’t fit into the typical mold of ballerina type with bleached-blonde hair. A woman who can tell me to go to hell one minute, and then submit to me whipping her ass the next.”

He felt her breathing increase against his neck.

“I need someone who gets turned on by me calling her little girl or slut or subbie. Someone like you.” He hugged her and kissed her softly on her lips. “I am only asking you to take this next two weeks. Don’t think beyond that.” He should have told her he wanted more. But her body was thrumming against his. He wouldn’t push yet. He would take it slow.

She seemed to make her mind up, and gave him a seductive smile before kneeling down on her knees in front of him. “I can handle a few more weeks of this. May your subbie, little girl, slut suck your cock please, sir?”

God, he loved this woman. “Yes you may.”

She leaned forward with hooded dark eyes, and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling the zipper down to release him from the hellish wet fabric. Licking her lips, she ran her tongue along the underside of his cock and played along the ridge at the top.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and twisted her head back firmly but gently. “You had better do a good job, little girl, or I am going to spank you so hard, you won’t sit for a week.”

Her eyes dilated and she whimpered and pressed her legs together as she knelt back down to take him deeply in her mouth.

That was better. No more playing. She took him so deep into her throat, he could hear her little chokes.

He pinched her hard nipples and squeezed her ass as hard as he could, knowing he was leaving bright red marks on her cheeks. “Suck, little girl. Harder.”

She whimpered and sucked on him as she pulled up and down the length of him. He thought he would pass out. Slurping sounds filled the room, along with his grunts and her soft mewls and occasional gagging. It was the most beautiful sound in the world.

“Stop. He took her hair in his grasp and pulled her off him. He would have to remind her to never cut her hair. This was the perfect length. He wrapped it around his wrist and held it tight up against her scalp, watching her eyes water. He liked how her chest heaved and her breaths quickened when he did rough things like this to her body.

“My turn. Which would you prefer first? Pain or pleasure?

She gave him the sexiest grin he had ever seen. “Both, sir?”

He loved this woman. He folded up the thick towel and placed it along the edge of the tub. “Bend over the tub, slut. This is going to hurt you more than me.”

She giggled and obeyed, placing her hands inside the tub, her top of her torso leaning against the edge. “Good.”

***

I wanted him to spank me hard. Oh God. I was wet just thinking about it. I leaned against the cushioned edge and wiggled my ass.
Please
. One really hard spanking. Something that would leave me begging him to stop but wishing he wouldn’t.

His palm caressed my right bottom cheek, pinching lightly before stroking it. I loved it when he kneaded my ass like this. “Ow!” The sound echoed through the bathroom as he smacked me hard and fast with his hand. I groaned and wiggled and pressed my bottom up farther, so he could have better access.
Please don’t stop.

“Such a naughty girl,” he said as he ran his finger between my legs. “So wet, and we’ve only just started. He entered my pussy with quick, shallow thrusts and slapped my pussy lips. Wet smacks coincided with my low groans. He stopped much too soon, and I let him know how I felt.

“I don’t want to be done yet, sir. Please.”

“I like when you beg, naughty little girl. Turn around on your knees, and beg me again.” His dark eyes held no remorse as he leered down at me. He knew how much I hated to beg. How much I loved to hate it. How aroused I became when bowing completely to this man.

I turned and gave him my biggest doe-eyed look, licked my lips, and pressed my breasts up. Okay, I fondled my nipples, too. A girl had to use whatever she had to her advantage. Flick, rub, squeeze. My nipples were hard and firm. I sucked my finger to get it nice and wet and stroked it across my right nipple. I was a naughty girl on fire. And I needed more. “Please, sir. I need to be spanked harder. I need your hard cock inside me. Please.” I lowered my gaze to his feet, like he wanted and waited.

I hated this part of the game. Waiting for him to make up his mind. I was so horny and I needed a release. My pussy throbbed; my nipples tingled. I squeezed my legs together and tried to alleviate some of the ache. When I reached for my left nipple, he grabbed me and yanked me to my feet.

The hardest smacks ever, against my poor defenseless bottom, had me shrieking as he relentlessly let loose. He held me firm in his grasp, bending at his waist as he spanked me hard and fast. I had never felt such pain and was sure he was angry at me.

I whimpered and placed my hand behind me to protect what little was left of unblazing ass.

He let me go, and grinned. “You are such a naughty little thing, playing with yourself without my permission. I was going to give you the spanking you wanted. But now, you get the spanking you deserve.” He swatted my ass once more and kissed me quick on the lips. “Grab that hairbrush and go to your bedroom.”

I hadn’t been spanked with a hairbrush yet. What would it feel like? I tapped it against my palm as I walked out the door and to my bedroom. Ow, that little thing packed quite a punch. “Are you really going to spank me with this thing?” I asked as soon as we both stood in front of my bed.

“Nope.” He grinned and the look he gave me made me shiver. “You’re going to spank yourself while I watch.”

Oh God.
I sagged onto the bed, almost feeling dizzy as another wave of arousal heated my core.

“Bend over the bed,” he ordered low and quiet.

I obeyed. He could see every part of me. My blotchy, red bottom cheeks, my engorged clit, the wetness between my legs. It embarrassed me. And I loved it.

“Spank your naughty ass with the brush.”

I whimpered and gripped the thick handle between my fingers.

“Do it well, or I will punish you thoroughly,” he growled and sat down on the chair facing the bed.

I lifted the heavy brush and whacked myself a good one right in the middle of my right cheek. It wasn’t too bad. A little achy but nothing horrible.

“Keep going. Right cheek only, until I tell you otherwise.” I looked out of the corner of my eye as I brought the brush down again. That one hurt a little bit more. Dane had taken his cock out of his wet pants and was stroking it while he watched me.

Oh, for the love of Pete, he was masturbating to my self-spanking. My pussy spasmed, and I almost lost it right there.

“Not yet, little girl. You still have more punishment coming. Double time. Don’t stop until I tell you.”

He grinned and stroked himself from base to tip with his left hand, while I spanked myself again and again.

“Yeowch!” The last few hurt, and I was really starting to ache. I changed hands and started spanking my left cheek with my left hand. It was a bit hard to get the momentum right, but I found if I swung up and onto the curve of my bottom where my cheeks met my thighs, I made very good connection. “Ouch!”

“You might want to be a little quieter.” I heard Dane and turned my head to see what he was doing. One hand was pumping his cock while the other held his cell phone against his ear. “Yeah, I’d like to order an extra-large pizza with everything on it. Did I tell you to stop spanking yourself?” He narrowed his gaze at me.

I smacked myself harder as tears filled my eyes. This was the most humiliating experience of my life, and damned if I wasn’t still about to orgasm from it.

I smacked harder and groaned and yelped as he continued the call. Bastard started talking about baseball.

“Ten more, baby, as hard as you can. I want to see if you can come at the same time as me.” He stroked harder.

“Ah!” I screamed as I spanked myself as hard as I could, while watching him stroke faster and faster. His face tightened as the pressure built. I spanked my thighs and wept as I watched him come with a loud roar, dropping the phone.

I couldn’t help it. I dropped the brush and started dry humping the bed.

“I’ll help you with that.” He grabbed my ass, swatting me one, two, three times before thrusting into my wet pussy.

Alternating hard smacks and even harder thrusts, I didn’t last long before I lost it. I came with such a loud shriek and my body shook with the intense energy that consumed me. Fire consumed me. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. My vision blurred. And then it was over.