HIS CURVY OBSESSION

MASTER

3 ELEANOR

I’m not a nun. I’m not a virgin. So when he looked at me, kissed me and said driver will pick me up- I knew I'm here to get f****d.

And here I am, standing in a room that's bathed in deep red lighting. Whips, chains, and cuffs line the walls with toys I've never seen but can't wait to get used on me and a bed so big it needs to be called something grandiose than king-sized bed.

He pulls off his shirt, revealing broad, slab-like muscles of his chest that make my mouth water. He walks closer with a gaze that announces I'm about to get feasted on. My breath seizes.

Fuck me.

He doesn't stop in front of me.

Instead, he circles me like a predator, with a whip in his hand. Then, he stops right behind me

"Take it off."

I guess this is his favorite phrase. I want to ask what, instead I tense as the tip of his whip drags from my neck, down my shoulder, back, and settles between my legs.

"Everything, sir?"

I can’t see his face clearly in the shadows, but I feel the weight of his presence behind me.

WHIP.

I yelp, jumping forward as the sting blooms on my ass. Did I just.... get whipped? f**k.

"Master," he says. His voice is a low vibration. He wants to be called Master? Well, f**k him. We never discussed terms!

"Everything... Master?" I correct myself, my voice dropping to a whisper.

This is Banks Wellington. The richest, most desired man in the country: Real estate mogul. Owner of the most exclusive clubs.

"Leave this," he says, moving the whip down the back of my legs. His voice is deep and terrifyingly soft.

I nod, reaching behind me to unzip my gown. My bra wasn't my best, so I’d ditched it at work into my bag before coming.

The dress pools at my feet. The cold air hits my skin, and suddenly, I feel entirely exposed.

I’m fat not ugly, but compared to the women he must have had...

Screw it. I’m here.

My breasts peak out: Full and exposed.

"Anor" He doesn't just say my name, he grumble it. Letting it out like he's on a tether.

My breasts are large, not perfectly round.

So, I look into the mirror in front of me to see his opinion and I'm greeted with dark, hungry eyes over my shoulder. He’s staring at my reflection.

"Squeeze them."

I look at him through the mirror and reach for them, pressing them together. He groans, and a thrill of satisfaction spreads through me.

I squeeze them together again, lifting a good cleavage up, it almost touch my neck.

"Lick it." My eyes find him, then I dip my head slowly, poking the tip of my tongue onto the curve of my cleavage. His eyes close.

The next thing I feel is the whip on my ass again.

This time, the pain isn't as deep and shocking as earlier. This one seem to make my heartrace quicken.

Another whip and it ignites my body

"Master!" I don't know if I'm allowed to talk or call him without being told. I've read enough erotic books to know rules exist.

"Again" He grunts. I look straight at the mirror, squeeze my t**s so much my chest aches

"Master" I manage to moan out when my p***y throbs again. His forehead furrows.

Something soft land on the floor and I look down: the whip. Before I can look up, Banks lift me over his shoulder and toss me on the bed.

Soft. The bed is so soft I bounce back up, then down.

"Spread your legs". I shift back and oblige. Pulse hammering loud in my ears.

I manage to look back up at banks. Doubt and anticipation ringing through my mind: is he regretting?

His hands are raised and spread apart on the rail that hangs over the bedroom ceiling.

He stands tall, making his muscles peak out. He's on a cotton brief. His pelvis lining out together with his six, eight packs.

"The best I've seen" He mumbles, holding my stare. I'd have looked away, roll my eyes that he's lying but in this red room, I can feel his eyes eating me up and it makes my stomach flutter.

He truly believes my body with my stomach of flesh and too much of every curves, is the best he has ever seen.

And for the first time in twenty-eight years, I don't want to change anything about my body. I want to be his meal.

"For you master" The gratitude drops quietly but he heard, because his d**k jerks and he lets go of the rail, and towards me.

I close my thighs as he steps to the edge of the bed. Now in front of me, his eyes doesn't hold that hungry look: currently they're deep and burning. I lick my lips

"Master" I test out quietly. As the word drop, he separates my thighs so wide apart my pantyhose strain onto my skin.

"Don't move" I try to nod but stop as he tears off the center of my pantyhose, revealing my thick v****a lips and p***y. I'm fully naked

"For me" He rumbles. Before trepidation could hold me, I feel the graze of his nose.. My n****e bites.

Then his tongue licks my p***y and my entire body lights up.

"Hmmmmm" That moan isn't from me. Banks take a long drag of my cunt. My muscles coil and body flash with heat.

He flickers his tongue on my c******s, and my body departs from me. My toes curl on the bed.

"𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘚𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳"

The breathy moans and requests stay seated at the base of my throat. Not daring to fall out as I'm unsure what to say.

He replaces his tongue with a thumb and starts rubbing. The first man to ever get my c******s without my direction.

"O MYYYY" He pushes two fingers inside me, while his other hand rub me.

"Keep your eyes on me slut"

Shit! He thrusts his fingers slowly in me, making my body sizzle with need.

"That desperate to be my c*m hole?" I blink, heart racing at the deep timbre of his voice. No, it's from the raw filthy way he speaks

"Yes master" He turns the fingers in me, while still rubbing my c******s.

"Dripping from just my fingers" His pace quicken a bit; an agonizing taunt to tear me apart.

"More.." The request break in bits as I hold onto my pride. He brings his fingers out and I pulsate at the loss in my hole and my c******s.

I lift my head up and look at him.

He has a smirk on

"Who's the Master?" I see the problem

"You're my Master" I reply. Head lifted as I look at him. At his wet fingers.

"Flat" I fall back on the bed and his warm tongue grace my p***y.

My hand grip his hair, and I push him deeper before realization dawns on me.

HE’S NOT MY BOYFRIEND AND HE ISN’T HERE TO DO MY s****l BIDDING!

I expect him to stop and move my hand away; instead, his husky moan and sucking increase, setting me ablaze.

"I love how you suck me" I breathe and his mouth covers my p***y, taking and sucking me like it’s his last meal.

Tip of his tongue twirl in me, making my muscles tense beneath his touch.

'He’s so good. Very good'.

I move my free hand to play with my n****e. My other hand gripping his hair tight.

He pushes his tongue inside my hole, and I lift off the bed at the surprising intrusion, but his strong, muscular arm pushes me back down.

“Masteeeerrr… Pleaseee.” Tongue still inside me, he reach his hand for one of my t**s, squeeze it hard and release with a loud slap.

Sparks make a display at the front of my eyes and I let out a loud scream with my nails dragging down his back.

He pushes his tongue even deeper, the stubble of his jaw grazing my ass flesh.

My stomach becomes nest of flutters, my n*****s are hardening, and my p***y won’t stop tingling. My body is heating up faster than any man ever made me feel. Than I’ve ever driven myself.

He flickers my c******s between thrusts; sharp and grounding then his thumb stroke it, in an agonizing hungry rub.

Without permission, my nails dig into his back muscles and body shakes as I release on his face.

“I…” The excuse dies as my body continue shaking. Will he send me away? My worry blend into pleasure when he goes deeper, his mouth covering up my cunt. Eating and sucking through each wave that builds out of me.

“Sorry… please… f**k, Master.”

I wiggle on the bed, pressing a failed attempt to push his face away. He holds my hips as the wave roll out. He doesn’t let me pull away, doesn’t let me escape the peak of it.

He just holds me in place against his rhythm: eating, licking and brushing my c**t until I break apart completely again, and then he continues through the breaking.

Finally, he withdraws his tongue, and I let out a shaky breath.

The orgasm crashes over me in a satisfying wave, with scream that sounds like battle cry.

Slowly, I go from seeing stars and clouds to literal euphoria that makes me feel like I’m on water.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Isn't this a pleasure? Tell me what you think