How to Meet a Billionaire: Part 1 (BBW BDSM Erotica) (3 page)

It was as if it was his apartment, and
it no longer belonged to me. He glanced around, his electric eyes
traveling over our pictures, the sofa, and television.

“
Nice apartment.” He said
before sitting on the couch.

“
Thanks..” I tried to feel
out his mood. But his expressionless face left nothing in the way
of emotion. He actually looked rather bored, possibly upset. Maybe
this was a Dom thing, everyone that I read about was hard, mean,
cruel, and most times cold hearted.

“
So...do you have any
questions?” He asked and I had a million of them. The little
studying I did probably only scratched the surface of this
lifestyle. I thought maybe we would talk about something else
first, but I guess not.

“
That’s an understatement.
I’m just not sure what to say to all this whether I want to say yes
because I’m not exactly sure what I’m saying yes to.” He nodded his
head in agreement. Having way more experience than me on this
subject, I was sure he knew what I meant.

“
Well there are definitely
rules to abide by.” That word struck a chord with me. Abide like I
was a dog. He was relaxed sitting back in the couch with one leg
crossed over the other. As if we were speaking of the weather. He
was so nonchalant about this.

“
Will I be your slave?”
This was new to me and the knowledge I had could fill one page. I
needed to understand what he wanted.

“
No, not at all. It will
be great pleasure for the both of us.”

“
How so?” I stood with my
hands on my hips. I was calling his bluff as this whole thing
seemed to be unraveling. He cleared his throat. I could see he was
annoyed with me, my pushing of his buttons was turning his face
crimson.

He stood, as well. Getting close to
me, his face a few inches from mine.

“
Why would I explain
anything to you?” That wasn’t what I expected. Feeling his breath
on my nose. Brian being close enough that I could damn near hear
his heartbeat. I sat down on the couch to get away from him. Being
that close to him didn’t seem safe.

“
Well, why did you choose
me?” I asked from the couch. He sat down also. Close to me...too
close. Shit I wanted to get some distance but he pondered my
question.

“
Let me go get you some
water while you think.” Standing up from the couch but he grabbed
my hand pulling me back next to him. .

“
Because I like girls like
you. Feisty, curvy, beautiful, and mouthy.” He touched my lips when
he said it. Sending jolts of electricity through my
body.

“
Oh yeah, so I’m a
conquest. You want to conquer me.”

“
If you let me.” Right now
I would let him do anything to me. Videotape it and put it on TV.
That’s how hot I was for him, but I couldn’t allow him to know
that.

“
You couldn’t conquer me
if I gave you a fucking map.” I stood up, glared down at him. I
guess that was the mouthy part.

In the kitchen, I breathed heavy
trying to separate myself from him, regain my composure. I felt his
hands before I heard him. Turning me around and kissing me, his
tongue in my mouth tasting me.

I grabbed for him, pulled him into me
when he pulled away. Turned me around and pushed me to the
oven.

“
Grab the
handle.”

“
What?” I asked turning
around, a look of confusion crossed my face.

“
HANDS ON THE HANDLE NOW!”
He yelled. I did as I was told. Grabbing for the handle still
unsure until I felt his hands. Pulling up my skirt. I closed my
eyes, smiling preparing for him to pull down my stockings until I
felt his hand again.

The first slap to my bottom stunned
me, sending shivers of pain through me. The second, as equally hard
alerted me that this was, in fact, real. I was clutching the handle
of my oven getting my ass smacked by a rich man I met on the
internet.

The third slap sent dew like tears to
my eyes, when the pain subsided I felt something weird. Pleasure, a
relief pass through my body.

“
I can conquer you
whenever the hell I want.” He said to my back. My heavy breathing
as if I ran a marathon.

“
I was wrong about you.
This can never happen again.” I turned around to plead my case only
to see Brian walking out the door.

“
Wait...I’m sorry I…” I
called out to him trying to explain. Wiping the now running tears
from my face but it he wasn’t listening. The door slammed alerting
me that he was for real, and it was too late.

My Dom was gone.

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