A Note From Gwen
Another tale of BBWs and BDSM — two of my favourite things! In Bought by the Billionaire plus-sized girl Leah McGuire meets a mysterious, dominant billionaire who drives her into submission. Hope you enjoy!
Bought by the Billionaire (BBW BDSM Erotica)
By Gwendolyn Bridges
Billionaire Desmond Mistry has an offer for plus-sized entrepreneur Leah McGuire: he’ll give her a check for a million dollars, he says, but only if she agrees to his terms. Little does Leah know that those terms involve a secluded warehouse, sex toys, a length of rope, spanking and her complete and total submission.
WARNING: WARNING: This 10,000 word BBW BDSM story includes scenes of complete domination and submission, where a plus-sized woman is ordered to crawl across the floor, masturbate and perform oral sex, along with rope bondage, bound sex and a white hot climax.
An excerpt…
He gave his next command.
“On your knees,” he said.
I listened, first kicking off my heels — the last article of clothing of any type I had on me — and then kneeled down on the cold tile floor, facing him. Inches in front of my face, I could see the bulge in his pants. He was turned on — we both were.
“Now,” he said quietly. “I want you to go over to that shelf over there. And I want you to select one of those dildos and then I want you to come back over to me with it.”
I started to stand up again, but he placed a firm hand on my head to prevent me from getting to my feet.
“No,” he said. “Crawl.”
This is so degrading, I thought. This is wrong. But if that was true, then why was I so eager to comply? To please him? I was feeling things I had never felt before.
I turned and started to crawl, feeling utterly depraved as my hands and knees slid across the tile floor, my ass in the air and my breasts hanging down beneath me. I could feel his eyes on me — watching me — as I crawled away from him toward the shelf against the wall on one side of the room.
It must have held more than two dozen dildos and vibrators, of all shapes and sizes. There were tiny egg-shaped vibrators like the one I had at home and then there were huge intimidating dildos, some of them shaped to look eerily like the real thing, complete with veins.
Select one, he had said. But for what? I wondered. I had questions. I was so used to asking questions. But I knew that wasn’t permitted. Not in this weird room I found myself in.
I decided to be bold, picking up one of the larger dildos — jet black with a ribbed surface, it was probably eight inches in length and thick all the way across.
I turned around and looked at the billionaire again. He hadn’t moved.
“Good girl,” he said. “Now bring it back to me.”
I started to crawl forward with the dildo in my hand, but he quickly issued another order.
“Carry it in your mouth,” he said.
I brought the dildo to my lips. It was too thick to carry sideways — like a dog carries a bone — so instead I sucked its length, taking as much as I could into my mouth. With most of the sex toy still protruding past my lips, I crawled before him slowly, ever so careful not to drop it.
The billionaire looked pleased as I kneeled in front of him once again.
“Good, Ms. McGuire. But I couldn’t help but notice as you crawled across my floor that you look rather aroused. Are you aroused, Ms. McGuire?”
I said nothing. I remembered the rules.
“You may speak,” he said, with a half smile.
“Yes,” I whispered, my face growing red with shame.
“I couldn’t hear you.”
“Yes,” I said again, louder this time, turning my eyes from the floor up to meet his gaze.
“Show me,” he demanded, “I want you to lay back and spread your legs for me.”
For me, he had said. Those two words echoed in my head. Yes, I thought — I’ll do it. I’ll do it for him.
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