The Billionaire's BBW Secret (7 page)

It was a little cool in the
apartment, so the hot shower was a welcome relief to her frigid skin.  And the
shower was just as opulent as the rest of the apartment – the entire bathroom
was practically a shower, with every surface tiled in gray granite.  There was
a separate and huge hot tub, white marble sinks, and another glittering square
light fixture.

All in all this one room was nearly
as large as her entire apartment.

Denny swayed when Bran let go of
her, so he quickly grabbed her again, pulling her close to his naked body.

“It seems that you need more than
just a shower, my dear,” he murmured into her ear, his lips brushing against
stray, sweaty tangles of her hair.

“What else do I need?” Denny
breathed.  His arms wrapped around her, supporting her, holding her up.

“You need,” he leaned closer now,
his lips now pressing against her ear, sending another excited shiver up
through her body, “to sleep.”

She laughed, every drop of tension
running out of her body, though the lust remained.  Bran was right.  She was in
no condition to go home in this state.

“But first, a shower,” he purred
and pulled her towards the fascinating and massive stainless steel fixture that
was his shower head.  Denny looked up in it amazement; it was the first time
she'd ever been confused about how something as simple as a shower worked.  But
Bran expertly manipulated the controls, and within seconds, a hot stream of
water gushed out from the shower head.  Dual shower heads, in fact.

He lifted one of those heads out of
its cradle and let the forceful stream of hot liquid rush all over her body.

“That feels good,” she said,
closing her eyes, her skin sucking up all the warmth the hot water had to
offer.

“What about this?” Bran said, his
voice light and teasing.  Denny gasped and stiffened when that harsh stream of
water hit one of her generous breasts, then moved on to the other.  It tingled
against her nipples, and she felt that familiar pleasure begin to rise up
again.  It welled up inside her like a geyser; she feel the pressure building
once again, a pressure that she longed for and loved.

Bran chuckled and brought the
shower head lower now, so it sprayed against her belly, making her flesh ripple
and twist.  Then he brought it even lower, so it splashed against her inner
thighs.  She shivered at that feeling.  He felt so good.

“How does that feel, gorgeous?” he
murmured into her ear.  As he spoke, his free hand also lingered downwards,
urging her to spread her legs so he could tease her more thoroughly with that
powerful shower head.  Denny could barely hear his whispered words above the
hiss of the hot shower, but she shuddered at them, pressing her body back and
against him.  He was hard again, and his cock was like a hot iron rod against
her wonderfully large ass.  He was amazing.

He thrust against her once, then
twice, but then returned his attention to her pleasure.  His nimble fingers
spread her outer labia apart, and he guided the hot blast of the shower head
against her pussy.  It felt overwhelming – hot water gushed everywhere,
overloading her senses with pleasure.  She could feel her climax building and
climbing quickly.  If he didn't stop, she was going to come yet again.

But he did stop.  With a chuckle,
he pulled the head away.  Denny groaned in need and lustily grabbed for the
head, but he only tutted and whipped it behind her.

“Naughty girl,” he said, a smile
playing around his lips.  “I knew from the moment I saw you that you loved
coming.  How would you feel if I didn't let you?”

She whimpered at the very thought
as her cunt pulsed hotly.  Would he really deny her?  He couldn't.  She
throbbed and ached, her engorged pussy almost uncomfortable in its fullness. 
She needed release.

And Bran gave it to her.  It seemed
he only wanted to tease her before the grand finale, for he was on her again
with the shower head, spreading her lips apart and letting the water blast
every inch of her hyper-sensitive folds and aching clit.  Denny tensed up at
the swift movement and sudden sensation.  It was too much for her, simply too
much.  Her climax rushed up on her with the intensity of a freight train,
roaring through her body with an unquenchable fire.  She gasped and shook, and
Bran quickly grabbed her and stabilized her, supporting her through her intense
orgasm.

Finally, she calmed down, and he
pulled the shower head away.  She could still feel fire pooling through her
veins as her cunt clenched in the most pleasurable way.  Brain held her, and
she turned her head, pressing it against his hard chest, savoring the feeling
his hot skin against her cheek, listening for the sharp rhythm of his heart
beat.

His cock still pressed against her,
but he seemed oddly calm.

“There, pet,” he murmured, letting
the shower head wash against her thick thighs, then her belly once more.  “I
had a feeling you needed that.”

“Oh I did.  I did.  Thank you.”

“No need to thank me,” he smiled. 
“It truly was my pleasure.”

They finished their shower
together, lathering each other up with soap.  Bran moaned softly at her touch,
and she helped him through another climax of his own, gripping and pumping his
mammoth of a cock with her small hand, squeezing it as tightly as she could.

After he came, they left the
shower.

“I can't possibly let you go home
in this state,” he said softly as he pulled a thick cotton robe around her.  It
didn't fit her as well as it could have, since it was his, but it helped her
retain the warmth from the shower.

“I'll be fine,” Denny said.  They
padded their way back to the bedroom.  Of course, she had to choose that moment
to stumble.

Bran swiftly turned and caught her
arm, keeping her upright.  “I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something
happened to you.  Where's your apartment?”

“Brooklyn,” she said with a flush. 
One of the cheaper and more dangerous boroughs, but it was all she could
afford.

“Brooklyn?” he said, blinking.

“Well, yes,” Denny said, her flush
receding.  “Not all of us are billionaires.”

“Indeed,” he said thoughtfully. 
“Is there anything I can do to convince you to stay the night, at least?”

“Mr. Larson,” she said
reproachfully, “I'm not that kind of woman.”

He laughed, and she joined him,
realizing the silliness of her statement.  But still, she didn't want to spend
the night.  Not yet, at least.

Assuming this wasn't just a one
time thing.

“Very well then,” he said, a
sparkle in his eye.  “I'll arrange for my chauffeur to bring you home.”

“Chauffeur?” Denny asked blankly. 
She certainly didn't want to pull anyone out of their bed at this time of
night.  “I don't want to inconvenience anyone, I'm sure I'll be fine-”

“Nonsense,” Bran said shortly. 
“Besides, he lives below me, and I certainly pay him well enough that he
tolerates being woken up in the middle of the night every so often.  Excuse
me,” he strode out of the room now, quickly grabbing his shirt and pants off
the floor as he walked.  Denny only watched him go, her mind racing as he left.

What had she done?  She'd committed
a cardinal sin, for one.  Sleeping with her boss was about the stupidest thing
she could have done.

But she couldn't possibly resist
him, and it wasn't every day that a man was able to appreciate her as she was. 
Especially not a man like him.  Her body gave a small shudder as she dwelled on
his body once more.  Those muscular arms, that sculpted chest, those perfectly
defined abs...

She shuddered again.  No.  She
hadn't made a mistake, and if she had, it was one worth making.  Bran was like
no other man she'd ever met, for so many reasons.

Gathering her wits and her clothes,
she dressed and made ready for the ride home.  Just as she put her shoes on,
Bran entered the room again, looking noticeably disappointed.

“I would love to see you naked
again,” he said simply.

“Right now?”

He laughed.  “No, it can wait.  You
are like the richest dessert.  So overwhelming to all my senses that I can only
have you a bit at a time.”

She flushed and ducked her head,
her hair dangling in front of her face.

“Now, the driver will be up
shortly.  And if he asks, we were going over documents.”

“Sir?” Denny said.  As she said
that one word, it occurred to her that it would be prudent to keep this
relationship under wraps.  All the women in the office, even the world, were
jealous of her just for being able to work under him.  If any of them realized
how intimate their relationship had suddenly become, she very well could be in
real danger.

If this was even going to continue. 
She still didn't know.

“Business related,” Bran clarified,
stretching out a hand to pull her off the bed.  “Come.”

Denny obeyed, and they made for the
elevator to the garage.  It seemed the night was coming to a most pleasurable
close.

*****

The next morning, Denny slowly
woke.  Her head ached slightly, as it always did after she drank, and she felt
a little more groggy than usual.  Her memories of last night returned to her
slowly.  She went over to Larson's apartment.  They'd talked as they drank
wine.

They'd had sex.

She gave a slight flush at that,
before she even had a chance to climb out of bed.  Had she really done that?

Denny had been a bit inebriated,
that much was true, but it didn't affect her thoughts and feelings on the man. 
While she wasn't normally the type of girl to just jump in the sack with
someone – she'd never done it at all before – Larson was not the normal type of
man.

Bran, she corrected herself.  He
said to call him Bran.

And it was also Saturday.  She
wouldn't have to be at work again until Monday.  She wondered if she could wait
that long.

*****

It turned out that she could.  It
was a nervous two days with no contact at all from Larson – from Bran – but
Denny made sure to fill her time with as many activities as she could think
of.  She cleaned her shabby apartment from stem to stern, and the knowledge of
her upcoming payment led her to splurge on some decent quality grocery items. 
Nothing fancy, but certainly better than the oatmeal and the peanut butter
sandwiches that she had been eating.

By Monday she was a bit of a
nervous wreck though.

She had no idea how Bran was going
to handle things.  She didn't know what he would do, or what he would say to
her.  Or how he would treat her.  She assumed since the relationship was to be
kept on the down low, that he would treat her like he did before the little
affair, but she could be wrong.

Her biggest fear was that he would
regret everything and fire her on the spot, that morning.

As much as she wanted to call out
and hide under the covers all day though, she didn't.  She couldn't resist him.

So, she got dressed, applied makeup
and fixed her hair, and made her way to work.

“How's it going, Miss Denny?” old
familiar Ray called as soon as she stepped out of her apartment complex.

“Good!” Denny replied with the
brightness she only partially felt.  “How's life treating you?”

“Not bad, not bad.  I sure wish I
could get a hot breakfast though.”  Ever since Ray had heard of Denny's new
job, he'd turned his sights on her, but Denny didn't mind.  It was difficult to
survive in New York, even more so when one was homeless.

“Here,” she said, pulling a ten
dollar bill out of her purse and slipping it into his cracked palm.  “Go get
some pancakes, on me.”  It was the first time she'd ever given him any real
amount of money, and she hoped that she didn't regret it.  She didn't think Ray
abused anything – he never reeked of cigarettes or alcohol, at least – but she
could never be sure.

She just wanted to help someone
feel good.

And it seemed to do the trick. 
Ray's eyes lit up, and his unshaven face dissolved into a pile of wrinkles as
he smiled.  “Oh, thank you Miss Denny,” he said, quickly drawing his hand down
and furtively storing the bill aware in his pocket.  “I'm going to praise your
name when I get me some food in my belly.”

Denny returned his smile.  “Of
course, Ray.  Anything for a friend.”

“You off to work?”

“Oh yes.  I have a long, full day
ahead of me.”

“That's good!  It's always good to
stay busy, for shaw.”

She nodded.  “I'll catch you later,
okay?  Let me know what you got!”

“I will!  Praise the Lord for
people like you!”

Denny smiled again as she turned. 
She liked helping people, especially ones who needed it.

For now though, she made her way to
the office.

Larson was there already when she
arrived, which was slightly unusual.  He seemed to keep later hours than most,
not arriving until ten or after.  But he was here today, bright and early at
half past eight, and he immediately pulled Denny into his office, shutting the
door behind her.

“About Friday night,” he said
lowly, his hand still gripping her arm.  His fingers held her tightly, but not
uncomfortably.  “I hope you remember what I said.”

“I do, and I understand there's a
need for a little... discretion.”

“Good.”  He let go of her now, and
crossed his arms.  “I do have a reputation to maintain.”

“Sir?”

“You know, as a businessman,” he
added quickly.  A little too quickly.  Denny's eyes narrowed in slight
suspicion.

But that suspicion melted away
quickly as Larson strode around the desk, whipping his phone out once more and
tapping something out.  “I have your tasks ready,” he said briskly, in a
businesslike manner.  It seemed things were back to normal.

“Yes, sir,” Denny said.  Her phone
buzzed.  Her tasks for the day were there for her to read.