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Taking Her Curves
Book Three of "My Curvy Diamond"
Rosabella Raines
Copyright 2013 Darkest
Secrets Publishing
Smashwords
Edition
It was no longer an exotic experience at this
point. Candlelight, live music filling the air, waiters whose
wardrobes cost more than the contents of my entire bank account.
Five star dining...had become routine. It seemed so wrong to be
blase, but as I looked across to the table to the man who had made
it so, he just grinned with a tinge of devious intent to him. The
only thing that had really changed were the flashes of cameras
around me. You don't reach William West's notoriety without gaining
some celebrity in the process, and people pay attention to who
celebrities date.
Will didn't seem to care though. He enjoyed
showing me off, having me where he wanted me, his plaything... the
mild buzz humming through me reminded me that he had much play in
mind tonight.
"Enjoying yourself, Suzanne?" He sipped his
glass of wine with one hand, the other resting on his leg,
concealing what I'm sure were his sicker intents.
"...I suppose so, Will..." The tinges of his
evil plan made it sure I was alert, forcing me to struggle to keep
a straight face in a situation I didn't truly belong in to begin
with. He tapped his leg, and a vibrating surge shuddered through
me, forcing me to brace myself on the table.
Earlier back at the office, I shuffled
through some papers, bored. Will had kept his distance from me the
the entire day. He left me to the my usual grunt work, potential
interviews, and the like. It'd been going like this for awhile,
actually. After a half year, nothing seemed new anymore. Not that I
didn't still enjoy it, such relationships for people like me being
something to be savored. Billionaires don't typically go after
curvy country girls.
It was time to punch out. Salary work meant
no actual clock, but it still meant I had a 'done for the day'
ritual. I wandered up to my lover's office. I'd check in if I
needed to work overtime...and sometimes overtime turned out to be
so very fun. Other times, it was actual work that didn't involve me
being bent over a desk reminding the entire building that my boss
and I had a very special relationship.
Today...was simply a note attached to an
elegant silk white gown. With a few more frills and a veil it'd be
wedding worthy. The note?
Wear this. We are going out tonight, my curvy
diamond.
Not that unusual. He'd done such things
before, ordering me to bear whatever he had chosen for me for our
nightly adventure. Choice in the matter wasn't up for debate, I
simply did what I was told. Sometimes, it was like all I was to him
was a pet, his plaything.
It isn't to say that I didn't enjoy such
things. I took the dress, locking the door, and started to strip
down, changing into it. It fit exquisitely, Will's people having my
measurements on file and expertly crafting it to my curves. Always
making me look wonderful, a world of difference from the days of
scrambling for the sale shelves at K-Mart.
This dress, however, was special. I ran my
fingers over fabric of the special panties that Will had selected
to go along with it...they were fabulous on the outside, as fine a
material as anything else crafted for me on his command. But the
interior...well, I doubt the tailors typically worked with such
things.
"Suzanne...have you ever considered the
future?" Will cut into the steak before him, his eyes wandering the
room. My head titled, wondering what bothered him. His eyes were
usually boring into me, reading and enjoying my soul. Today...was
William West nervous?
"I'm still coping with the trauma of the
paycheck to paycheck lifestyle." I had a pasta dish in front of me.
Wonderful, as always. After being immersed for so long, I don't
know if I could ever eat a can of Spaghetti-Os again. "It doesn't
leave much foresight beyond knowing if I'll be able to pay my bills
this month."
"You've
Book Three of "My Curvy Diamond"
Rosabella Raines
Copyright 2013 Darkest
Secrets Publishing
Smashwords
Edition
It was no longer an exotic experience at this
point. Candlelight, live music filling the air, waiters whose
wardrobes cost more than the contents of my entire bank account.
Five star dining...had become routine. It seemed so wrong to be
blase, but as I looked across to the table to the man who had made
it so, he just grinned with a tinge of devious intent to him. The
only thing that had really changed were the flashes of cameras
around me. You don't reach William West's notoriety without gaining
some celebrity in the process, and people pay attention to who
celebrities date.
Will didn't seem to care though. He enjoyed
showing me off, having me where he wanted me, his plaything... the
mild buzz humming through me reminded me that he had much play in
mind tonight.
"Enjoying yourself, Suzanne?" He sipped his
glass of wine with one hand, the other resting on his leg,
concealing what I'm sure were his sicker intents.
"...I suppose so, Will..." The tinges of his
evil plan made it sure I was alert, forcing me to struggle to keep
a straight face in a situation I didn't truly belong in to begin
with. He tapped his leg, and a vibrating surge shuddered through
me, forcing me to brace myself on the table.
Earlier back at the office, I shuffled
through some papers, bored. Will had kept his distance from me the
the entire day. He left me to the my usual grunt work, potential
interviews, and the like. It'd been going like this for awhile,
actually. After a half year, nothing seemed new anymore. Not that I
didn't still enjoy it, such relationships for people like me being
something to be savored. Billionaires don't typically go after
curvy country girls.
It was time to punch out. Salary work meant
no actual clock, but it still meant I had a 'done for the day'
ritual. I wandered up to my lover's office. I'd check in if I
needed to work overtime...and sometimes overtime turned out to be
so very fun. Other times, it was actual work that didn't involve me
being bent over a desk reminding the entire building that my boss
and I had a very special relationship.
Today...was simply a note attached to an
elegant silk white gown. With a few more frills and a veil it'd be
wedding worthy. The note?
Wear this. We are going out tonight, my curvy
diamond.
Not that unusual. He'd done such things
before, ordering me to bear whatever he had chosen for me for our
nightly adventure. Choice in the matter wasn't up for debate, I
simply did what I was told. Sometimes, it was like all I was to him
was a pet, his plaything.
It isn't to say that I didn't enjoy such
things. I took the dress, locking the door, and started to strip
down, changing into it. It fit exquisitely, Will's people having my
measurements on file and expertly crafting it to my curves. Always
making me look wonderful, a world of difference from the days of
scrambling for the sale shelves at K-Mart.
This dress, however, was special. I ran my
fingers over fabric of the special panties that Will had selected
to go along with it...they were fabulous on the outside, as fine a
material as anything else crafted for me on his command. But the
interior...well, I doubt the tailors typically worked with such
things.
"Suzanne...have you ever considered the
future?" Will cut into the steak before him, his eyes wandering the
room. My head titled, wondering what bothered him. His eyes were
usually boring into me, reading and enjoying my soul. Today...was
William West nervous?
"I'm still coping with the trauma of the
paycheck to paycheck lifestyle." I had a pasta dish in front of me.
Wonderful, as always. After being immersed for so long, I don't
know if I could ever eat a can of Spaghetti-Os again. "It doesn't
leave much foresight beyond knowing if I'll be able to pay my bills
this month."
"You've
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