Love's Leash (Issy's Tale): (A Billionaire, BDSM, BBW naughty romance) (Curvy Maids Book 2)

  Love's Leash

  (Issy's Tale)

  Curvy Maids 2

  by

  Renee Jordan

  Copyright © 2014 by Renee Jordan

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the expressed written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Published in the United States of America, 2014

  All characters depicted in this work of fiction are over the age of eighteen (18).

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  Table of Contents

  Love's Leash

  Other Steamy Romances

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Sneak Peak at “Feathery Discipline”

  Other Romances by Renee Jordan

  About Renee Jordan

  Other Steamy Romances

  Feathery Discipline (Curvy Maids 1)

  Chapter One

  I gave a last look at Adams County as I stood at the top of the stairs about to enter the airplane. The small, county airport was ringed by golden fields, combines moving through to harvest the last crop of wheat. I clutched my carry-on bag as I stood in the doorway of the private plane, my plump body trembling.

  I couldn't believe this was happening. I was flying on a private plane to Seattle. A plane sent by my best friend Zera—short for Alexandra, but only her mom and fiance called her Alexandra. She had left for Seattle two months ago to found her own business—Curvy Maids.

  And I had regretted not going with her.

  The tech industry was booming in Seattle and she figured there would be plenty of over payed software engineers who couldn't be bothered to clean their own apartments. So she thought a cute, plus-size gal prancing around in a French maid's outfit would attract their attention.

  And it paid off big. She was hired by the billionaire owner of Microtech and not only won the contract to clean his penthouse, she had won his heart. Now my best friend was engaged to a billionaire and I was so happy for her.

  So when she had called me up and asked if I wanted to work as a curvy maid for her, I had leaped at opportunity to get out of Eastern Washington to where the action was. I didn't need a billionaire to love me, but I definitely could prance around and let them play with my ample figure for a hundred dollars an hour.

  Hell, I let the good ol' boys of Adams County paw me for a few beers.

  “You ready, Miss Isabella?” the flight attendant asked me. “The captain would like to depart.”

  “Call me Issy,” I grinned at her, strolling into the plane and plopping my rear on a plush, leather seat. “And is there anything to drink?”

  “We have a well stocked bar.”

  “Champagne!” I smiled. “I want to celebrate.”

  “Of course, miss,” she smiled.

  This was the life. My friend had struck gold with Mr. Draven. I leaned back in the chair and took the delicate glass from the flight attendant as the plane began to taxi down the runway. I was flying to the big city in style.

  I sipped my champagne—it was delightful, far better than the cheap stuff I had drunk back home—and watched the concrete runway speed by as the plane lifted off from the ground. I let out an excited whoop as the ground dropped away and we soared through the blue sky.

  The flight wasn't long, only thirty minutes or so. Just a quick hop over the Cascade Mountains and then the plane was descending down towards the Airport in Seattle. I was nursing my third glass, loving the bubbly feel percolating through my veins as the ground rushed up at us. The brakes squealed, the engines roared, and the plane shook as we slowed to a stop.

  “Issy!” Zera shouted as I stepped off the plane. My friend had the biggest smile on her chubby face and a big, fat diamond ring shining on her plump finger. I walked down the planes stairs to the tarmac and she ran to me, dressed in this skimpy maid's outfit, and threw her arms around my neck. “I'm so glad you're here!”

  I hugged her back, thrilled to see my best friend. “Gosh, I missed you, girl.”

  She broke away from me, her fiery-red hair framing her happy face. The transformation in my friend was obvious. She wore that skimpy outfit with such confidence, her large breasts on display, the skirt barely falling past her curvy rear. I was proud of her. The city had dragged the shy girl out of her shell and transformed her into a mature woman.

  “So...where's this hunky billionaire you snagged?” I asked, peering towards the waiting black town car, the driver dressed in a smart suit as he stood by the passenger door. “Is he in the limo?”

  Her face fell a bit. “Mr. Draven was called out of town this morning. He won't be back until tomorrow.”

  “Cheer up, girl, you got me back. I'll help to keep you from missing your fellow.”

  Her smile returned. “It's so good to see you again, Issy.”

  The driver opened the door for us, nodding, and I followed Zera as she slipped into the car. Boy, this was some sort of service. The car pulled away, leaving the private plane behind and taking us into Seattle.

  “So how's your Curvy Maid business going?” I asked, reaching out to touch the lacy hem of her dress and the ruffled petticoats beneath the short skirt. “I thought you wouldn't be working for yourself.”

  “It's doing just fine. I'm still employed by Mr. Draven.”

  I laughed. “Come on, Zera, he's your fiance. You don't need to keep callin' him that.”

  “He's more than my fiance,” she said, giving me a fixed look. “He's my Master.” She touched the choker about her neck. I frowned, bending over to read the inscription.

  “I belong to Mr. Draven forever,” I read aloud.

  “Forever,” she smiled and that dreamy, dewy look entered her eyes. “He's mastered me, Issy. He's possessed every inch of my body. I am his fully. There's such joy in surrendering to him.”

  “Wow. That's intense.”

  What would it be like to feel that much love and devotion for someone?

  I couldn't think of anything else but her mysterious billionaire bending her over his knees, pulling up my friend's skirt, and spanking her plump ass. Zera had told me many of the sordid fun she and her billionaire got into and I knew she got off on being disciplined.

  I didn't get that. What was so sexy about it?

  It wasn't long before the town car reached the building Zera lived in. It was tall, towering over my head, a proper skyscraper. She even had to use a special key on the elevator for us to go all the way to the top—the penthouse.

  “Damn, girl,” I gasped when the elevators doors open. “You have done all right.”

  “Let me give you the tour,” she smiled.

  Mr. Draven's penthouse was cluttered with valuable art and expensive furniture. I was blown away b
y all the wealth on display. There was nothing that compared back in Adams country. The penthouse was as bigger than the trailer I grew up in. It was like being in a museum. I was almost afraid to touch anything.

  “And here's your bedroom,” Zera smiled. “You're welcome to stay as long as you need to get settled in Seattle.”

  “How'd I get so lucky to have you as a friend?” I smiled, giving her hug.

  She hugged me back. “Just returning the favor for all the times you were there for me.”

  I giggled. “You were such a mess.”

  “Get settled in, then we'll order some take out. I know this amazing Phö restaurant that delivers.”

  “What's Phö?”

  * * *

  “You're going to do just fine,” my best friend said.

  I gave her a relived grin as Zera hugged me. I always tried to the confident one between us, to act like nothing ever phased me. That I was just a party girl, carefree and fun and all my problems rolled off me like water off a duck. I was so carefree, every man in Adams County knew the sight of my tits and I had a lot fun showing them off.

  But now I was in the big city now, not out in the farming country of Eastern Washington and I was feeling nervous. I've worn less in front of more men oil wrestling at the Mud Pit, so why does this make me so nervous?

  “I left the uniform out on your bed. Get dressed and you'll be a sexy, curvy maid,” Zera smiled.

  I nodded, yawning as I sat up. I was still so tired. We had stayed up late last night catching up and then I had trouble sleeping in the bed—it was so soft and comfortable; I wasn't used to that. Today was going to be my first day on the job.

  I walked to the bed and examined the maid's outfit. It was made of black fabric accented with ruffled, white lace. The bodice was a corset laced up the front, the material so thin I'm sure people would be able to see the outline of my nipple piercings through the fabric.

  I stripped quickly. She even left out stockings and panties for me to wear. I picked up the red, satin panties and frowned—not a thong. I hadn't worn a pair of panties with this much fabric in years. Sighing, I pulled them up my leg, loving how cool the material was against my flesh. Then I donned the garter and stockings before pulling on the maid's outfit. I deftly laced up the front of the corset—I was no stranger to them, they always made my heavy tits look like a million bucks—and examined the results in the mirror.

  I looked like a saucy, curvy maid, my blonde hair falling about my shoulders, contrasting with the black fabric. And I could see the outlining of my nipple rings through the thin bodice. I gave my ass a shake, slapping my plump cheeks. The skirt was so short I'm sure I'd be flashing my red panties tonight if I wasn't careful.

  And who wants to be careful all the time? It's so much more fun taking risks.

  “I'm gonna eat them billionaires up tonight,” I laughed at my reflection.

  “You are working it,” Zera said, dressed in her own skimpy maid's outfit, when I walked out.

  “I know,” I grinned. “But why can't I wear a thong?”

  “You wanted to work for me. This is the uniform. No slutty thongs. We're classy eye candy.”

  I giggled at that. Classy eye candy. That was a word for it. Zera had awakened an appetite in her fiance's billionaire friends for curvy, pliable maids that were more than happy to provide any service.

  “And I'm all Mr. Draven,” she had explained last week when she called me up. “He doesn't want to share me. He can be quite jealous. So I'm looking for other curvy gals and I know how much you like to have fun.”

  “So what are we doing tonight?” I asked her as we walked to the kitchen.

  “Mr. Draven is hosting a dinner party for a few of his friends,” she answered—it was still strange that she called her fiance so formally. “And we're going to be waiting on them.”

  “And when you say 'wait on them', you mean let them fondle us?” I asked, putting an arch in my eyebrows. “Because, sugar, you know I'm always down for that. There ain't a guy I haven't 'waited' on.”

  Zera's cheeks grew as red as her curls. “Issy,” she laughed. “Well, yes. At least, you'll be waiting on the others. I'll take care of Mr. Draven.”

  “Afraid I'd poach your fiance?”

  “Nope.” Such confidence. My best friend had changed.

  “So, when am I going to meet this hunky fiance of yours. I assume he'll be here tonight?”

  “He should be home soon.” A smile crossed her lips and her green eyes grew dewy. She was so in love with him. I had always wanted to feel that. But there had never been a guy in Adams County that had stirred my heart, though plenty had stirred other parts of me.

  “Good. I'm eager to meet him.”

  “In the mean time, peel these carrots.” Zera shoved me a bowl and a peeler. “I hope you've gotten better at cooking. You'll be expected to do that if one of them hires you.”

  “I have.” She fixed me a look. “Sorta. It'll be fine, Zera. I'll help get your business off the ground.”

  “I knew I could count on you!”

  “Always, Zera.”

  There was a distant ding and Zera stiffened. “He's home. Let's go greet him.”

  “Sure,” I grinned, eager to meet this amazing guy.

  I followed Zera out of the kitchen into the richly appointed living room. Mr. Draven's penthouse was cluttered with valuable art and expensive furniture. I had been blown away last night when I had first seen it and the wealth still boggled my mind—I had never seen the like in all my life.

  Mr. Draven stepped into the living room. He was an older man, with a distinguished air. His eyes swept over me, brimming with power. I could see the strength of his body beneath his clothing as he moved. When his eyes fell on Zera, a smile curled his lips.

  “Good day, Mr. Draven,” purred Zera, lifting up her skirt and lacy petticoats to curtsy, showing off the pearl-white panties she wore beneath her skirt. “How was your trip, Sir?”

  “Tedious,” he said, walking to her. “I didn't have my favorite maid to tie up.”

  Zera blushed. “I'm sorry my absence distressed you, Sir. Would you like to discipline me?”

  Mr. Draven's eyes flickered over to me. “Tonight. When we're alone.”

  “Yes, Mr. Draven,” she purred, her breasts rising as her breath quickened.

  Then he kissed her. Zera had told me how wonderful his kisses were, but I couldn't picture just how much passion was contained in them. I'm surprised they weren't setting fire to the room. He may sound like he was made of stone—and look like it—but a hot fire burned inside her fiance. The pair were locked together, sharing something so profound and intimate.

  That was love. Maybe I would get to experience that someday.

  But for now it was just embarrassing. I didn't know what to do to. They seemed to have forgotten me, wrapped up in their passionate exchange. I shifted, wondering if I should say something or just retreat back to the kitchen and peel the carrots.

  They broke their kiss and Zera clung to him as Mr. Draven turned to me. “So, you're Miss Isabella.”

  I laughed. “Ain't no one called me Isabella. Not even my grammar. I'm just Issy.”

  “I think Mr. Chevalier will like her,” Mr. Draven said. “She has fire.”

  “I don't know. Mr. Curtis has been eager for his own curvy maid. He almost poached me away.”

  “He's the Black guy with the big...um...appendage.” I blushed, realizing I was talking about Zera's endowed lover in front of her fiance.

  “Yes,” she said. “They'll both be joining us. I bet Mr. Curtis will be the first to get a taste of you.”

  “Well, I always like a hunky, Black man pawing at my goodies.”

  “You need a file to take off your rough edges, Miss Isabella.”

  “Naw, that'd just ruin me, Mr. Draven!”

  A ghost of a smile curled Mr. Draven's lips. “I have some work to do. I'll leave the preparations in your capable hands, Alexandra.” His finger caressed her cheek,
sliding down her neck, leaving a red flush behind, then they kissed again, not as long as the first, but just as passionate.

  “Wow,” I smiled, sidling up to her as he walked off. “You are one lucky gal. You worked that plump rear and caught yourself a shark.”

  “I know,” she grinned. “But don't worry. The other billionaire's will be all over your curvy bod.”

  “Course they will,” I laughed. “Guys don't want no stick figure. They want a woman with curves that'll keep 'em warm.”

  I followed Zera's instructions and we had dinner cooking. Then we sat out the dining room table and she showed me how to fold the napkins so they were as fancy as some five-star restaurant. It wasn't that difficult. We set out actual sterling silverware like it was thanksgiving at Grammar's house and delicate, porcelain dishes.

  A buzz rang through the house. “That's the elevator. Go see who it is and let them up if they're a guest.”

  “Right,” I grinned. “You can count on me! I'll give them a friendly greeting.”

  “Not too friendly,” she called after me. “Try not to hand out your favors until after dinner.”

  I winked at her. “You know me. I'm the friendliest girl in school.”

  “Yes, the football team still talk about you.”

  I laughed, sashaying my plump rear through the apartment to the elevator. I pushed the button on the intercom, “Draven residence. How may I help you?”

  “It's Francois Chevalier,” a man said in a thick accent. He sounded sexy even through the tinny speakers.

  “I'll buzz you up,” I said and hit another button.

  Chapter Two

  The elevator started to rise and I watched it's progress on the analog indicator. It was like a clock, the arm moving up through the numbers, slowly bringing the first potential client up to the penthouse. My heart beat faster. I was about to wait on that sexy voice. I hoped he was as handsome as that voice promised, an itch forming between my chubby thighs. I couldn't mess this up. I wanted to enjoy all the fun Zera was getting.

  So I needed to be the sexiest, curvy maid ever.

  The elevator dinged, the doors sliding open to reveal Mr. Chevalier. Handsome. Tall. Dark hair. Brooding eyes. A smile curling his lips as he eyed me. My breath caught. I had never seen such a perfectly chiseled chin.