Dancing With A Dom: A BBW Romance Read Online Free Page B

to fuck on Valentine’s Day? Because he knew I wouldn’t be receptive. Because…” She sagged to the floor, defeated. “I’m frigid.”
    If he could kill the bastard himself, he would. Who the fuck treated a woman that way? Especially a stunning woman who couldn’t see her own worth. “Come to me,” he commanded.
    She trudged toward him, her eyes blazing with defiance, her lips pursed, her hands on her hips. She was coming all right. But she didn’t want to. Yet .
    “You are a beautiful woman. You are not cold. And I am going to prove it to you.” He stood and pulled his MP3 player from his pocket. “Right now.” Scrolling through his favorites’ list, he clicked on the slow, smooth rumba, with calm rhythms, and held out his hand for her to take. She accepted, and he brought her in close to his chest. Swaying back and forth, in and out, he memorized the lines around her eyes—those were laugh lines—meaning she had been happy at one point. The flecks of pale gold in her eyes enchanted him—so expressive, so wide, so full of life. He could see every emotion play out in them He turned her so she was in full view of the mirror, and stood behind her, rocking back and forth. “Your eyes are like a dewy meadow, kissed by the sun’s early rays. They shine with specks of gold and they tell me every single emotion you have. I like that,” he whispered.
    “Your hair is the most intense color I have ever seen, with lovely copper curls dancing untamed, above your shoulders.”
    She giggled and leaned against him. “You’re not like any of the Doms I read about.”
    “I’m a bit of a romantic. I like every kind of dancing,” he said massaging her tight shoulders. “Verbal, physical…sexual.”
    She shuddered.
    He inhaled deeply. “You smell like crisp mountain air.” Stroking the back of her arm, he watched her shiver. “Have you ever caressed the smooth skin of a peach, right from the tree? So smooth. Soft fuzz. Light blemishes adding to the overall perfection. And the taste…” He darted his tongue over her smooth wrist and pressed a soft kiss to it, smiling at her sigh. “You overwhelm my senses and make me want to hold you close and never let you go.”
    “But I’m still fat.”
    He snaked a hand around to smack her bottom.
    “Ow.”
    “We’ll get to your luscious ass next. But, first, your beautiful breasts.” He pulled her back to his chest so her breasts stood out, firm and proud, straining against her tight, black tank top. Trailing his hand down her soft cheek, across her neck, the center of her chest, he placed his palms under her breasts. “These are exquisite.” He lifted them. “I adore firm breasts almost as much as a full, curved bottom. May I touch them?”
    “Mmhmm.” She thrust her chest out for him, meeting his gaze in the mirror.
    “Watch me stroke your perfect flesh.” He grasped both, lightly squeezing and pulling. He ran the pad of his fingers across her nipples as they peaked into firm buds.
    She groaned, grinding her hips as she swayed with the music. Closing her eyes, she melted into his embrace as he moved, rubbed, squeezed, and played.
    “You are so responsive, my beautiful little girl.” He caressed her neck and swayed with her. “If I spanked you right now, do you think you would come?”
    She shuddered in his tight grip.
    “Bend at the waist.”
    As she obeyed, he watched with awe her gorgeous round globes stretching her black yoga pants. “You have a lovely ass.” He squeezed the right cheek. “Begging to be spanked. Would you like me to spank you, Macy?”
    She groaned.
    He changed the music. The fast beat of the rhythms added to his anticipation as he stroked and slapped each buttock. He smacked one cheek, watching it wiggle. Then the other, picking up the pace with the music. A fire built in him as his cock strained in his pants. “How are you doing?” When he stopped, she groaned loudly.
    “More.”
    “Stand up, grab the bar, and bend over with