Lacy Bonds (Veronica's Tale)(Curvy Maids 3): (A Billionaire, BDSM, BBW naughty romance)

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before,” Zera giggled. “My pa always did it when I was a kid.”
    “Shouldn't Mr. Draven do it?” I asked.
    Zera blinked. “Stop trying to take away my fun,” she declared.
    I had to get ready before she started grilling. I showered, adorning myself with a rose perfume Mr. Marsden had bought me. Then I pulled on the diamond necklace, loving how beautiful it looked snug tight about my throat. I pulled on my favorite uniform with a short, lacy skirt and a corset-like bodice that laced up the front. My breasts were piled up, jiggling with every step.
    “I'll see you in a bit,” I waved to Zera as she bustled in the kitchen.
    I drove my new car over to Mr. Marsden. A cute, cream Volkswagen beetle. I was nervous the entire ride up. Tonight would be like a date with Mr. Marsden. Our first date. I was getting a little giddy with excitement.
    “Ma belle orchidée,” he grinned when I walked in. He dressed casual, for him, in a gray suit jacket, a white shirt, no tie, and the top buttons undone.
    “Master,” I smiled, giving him a quick curtsy. I loved doing that.
    He strode to me, the back of his fingers stroking my neck and brushing the necklace he bought me. “Magnificent. Vous volez toujours mon souffle.”
    I blushed.
    He pulled out a small, black box from his pocket, handing it to me. I smiled as I opened it—diamond earrings. They were silver teardrops each set with a rather large diamond. “Thank you.” I pulled out the tiny studs I wore and quickly put them on. “They're beautiful, Master.”
    “Yes,” he agreed, his eyes raking my body. Then he proffered me his arm. “Shall we?”
    I took it, eager for what this night would bring.

Chapter Eight
    It was exciting waiting on my Master during the poker game.
    Besides Mr. Draven and my Master, Mr. Grant, Mr. Howards, Mr. Anders, Mr. Travers, Mr. Vance, Mr. Chevalier, and Mr. Richardson were playing. Only Mr. Grant brought a maid. Issy attended the tall, handsome African-America. She grinned when her fiance's bold hands reached beneath my skirt to squeeze my rear.
    “Issy,” I gasped.
    She giggled. “My Master has a big appetite.”
    Mr. Grant grinned and gave her leash a tug and Issy followed after him. The leash was a gold chain that disappeared into her bodice and I wondered just what it was clipped to. Did she have nipple clamps on? How very naughty. My own nipples tingled, remembering my first experience with them last week.
    Zera manned the grill, an apron protecting her uniform and a chef's hat on her head. She beamed as she flipped the burgers. She motioned me to come join her on the patio. It was a clear, cold evening, but the grill warmed the air.
    “How does Mr. Marsden like his burgers?” she asked me.
    I frowned. “Um, I'm not sure.”
    “Well, you better get it right,” she smiled, flipping a burger onto a bun.
    I went with the staples: ketchup, onions, cheese, and a pickle. I walked back into the party, the men sitting around the table all bragging and laughing while sipping beers. “Master,” I smiled, setting it beside him.
    He picked up the burger. I held my breath, hoping he would like it. He smiled after the first bite. I relaxed.
    “I need another beer.”
    “Yes, Master,” I smiled, walking into the kitchen and pulling one out of the refrigerator. I kissed him on the cheek when I returned, letting him have a nice look down the front of my uniform in the process.
    The burgers were great, juicy and seasoned with a spicy zest. I licked my fingers clean after my first one. After everyone had eaten, the poker game was on.
    Tessa and Anna were constantly being groped as they served the men that didn't have their own maids. Tessa seemed to enjoy herself. I was right, she was a perfect candidate for a curvy maid as she strutted the room, laughing as the men touched her.
    Anna was shy. She had a plump face a button nose and her smile made her cheeks dimple. “Sit on my lap, fair Anna,” Mr. Chevalier grinned when she past him.

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