Chapter 1 - a taste to come

Catherine

We were worlds apart. She a battered blonde firecracker and me a criminal lawyer with a penchant for BDSM. What grew from that was something neither of us imagined.

“Darling,” I purr huskily into her ear that morning. “The nurse will be here soon.” She let’s out a whine as I chuckle and stroke her abundant porcelain skin against the deep red silk of my sheets. “I promise breakfast will be worth it.” I hear her stomach growl as her green eyes flash to my dark brown ones. I smile seductively.

“Catherine,” she pouts. “I want to sleep and eat.” I chuckle warmly as I grab her offered forearm.

“And pee, I imagine,” I say, already dressed for work in a tailored suit that fits my slim, muscular body perfectly. My girl makes a few grunts as she shuffles her over large body toward the edge of the bed, letting me do most of the work pulling her up away from her army of pillows.

The sheet falls from her massive body and I feel myself salivate as it reveals the pathetic sleeveless and stained top she is wearing. It sits well over the dark recess of her belly button and three squished rolls on a shapeless mass that is her bottom. My heart thumps in my chest hard and I lick my lips despite my fresh layer of ruby red lipstick.

She makes me so hot and bothered. If I had time I’d *** senseless, but her needs are more pressing.

I let her try to get up on her own, despite the fact that I’m gripping her massive forearm in my petite hands. She groans, shaking the cellulite of her thighs that droop over her overburdened knees. She falls back onto the bed, making the stainless steel frame creak. Her cheeks flush, her breath coming faster as her delightfully sleep mussed hair is plastered to her skin.

“Catherine, pleeeease. I have to go,” she whines. I stroke her arm and she pouts. My lips curve into a wicked smile. “Please, mistress?” She always knows how to melt my heart.

“Okay, dear,” I purr and help her up to her feet this time. She waddles slowly, pausing at the dresser to hold it for support as she gasps for breath. I’m dazed by the way her butt cheeks swamp the lovely purple lace underwear I had bought for her earlier that week. It’s tucked into her rolls nearly lost except for a few pricey frills as her body shifts.

Biting my lip, I imagine them snapping by week’s end as planned. My hand finds its way in the deep velvet of her side, pressing in as I kiss the folds of neck, pressed into an arm wider than my own waist. Her skin is damp already from her hard work.

“Do you need help, baby?” I purr. She smiles at me with a familiar defiant look in her eyes, despite the fact she is panting.

“Nope,” she says. “I’m fine, Catherine.”

I hum softly a note that says I’m not sure I believe her and she flushes.

“Really,” she says and straightens. “Watch.” She shuffles forward and reaches the widened door frame and winks at me, shaking her bootie toward me. “Thanks for looking out for me, gorgeous.”

I laugh fully at that, admiring my big beautiful woman as she closes the door. I sink into her spot in the bed, feeling her indention in the mattress and pressing my nose into her many stacked pillows. Taking a deep breath of her musk and wishing yet again for quickie, but the doorbell rings and the nurse is in. Rising to my feet, I go to let her in quickly so we can get to the next best part of the morning: breakfast for my big beautiful girl.