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His Special Project: The Billionaire’s Curvy Conquest Trilogy – Book 1

by Lydia Layne

Copyright 2015 Lydia Layne

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Table of Contents


Chapter 1


Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Preview of His Special Seduction


The Billionaire’s Curvy Conquest Trilogy unfolds over three volumes. All three parts are now available!

His Special Project begins Cassie and Mr. Reed’s romance and has a HFN ending (this volume is shorter than parts two and three).

His Special Seduction continues their romance and has a HFN ending.

His Special Proposal concludes Cassie and Mr. Reed’s romance and delivers a very satisfying HEA ending!

Click here to find all three books in the Billionaire’s Curvy Conquest Trilogy on Smashwords.


Cassie James is a curvy girl with a crappy job. As an administrative assistant at Reed Technologies, the highlight of her day is getting a glimpse of the company’s founder, sexy billionaire David Reed. But when a special assignment sends Cassie on a personal errand for Mr. Reed, things get a little more personal than she expects.

Sparks fly between the young, submissive woman and her handsome, dominating boss, and Cassie soon falls hard for the mysterious Mr. Reed. Even though she knows that she's just a plus-size prop in his sexy game of seduction, she can’t resist the dark and demanding billionaire.

Except, David Reed has secrets. Secrets that make her question their unconventional arrangement. Secrets that make her wonder what kind of game he's really playing...and whether her heart will ultimately survive.

This steamy, suspenseful BBW romance features red hot passion between a rich alpha male and the curvy woman he just can’t resist!



Reaching in to one the shopping bags, Mr. Reed pulled out the leather paddle, holding it in one hand while slapping it against the other.

“I can see that you are excellent at following directions, Miss James,” he said, the bark in his voice replaced with a slightly softer tone. “It’s a shame that you must still be punished for your tardiness. Perhaps a stern paddling will teach you to be on time.”

I swallowed hard, my body trembling with fear and something else: unbridled lust. This assignment had turned extremely personal and I was suddenly wet with desire for Mr. Reed.

“Take your hair down,” he instructed, still slapping the paddle against his hand.

I tugged at the elastic band that held my makeshift bun in place and my long blonde hair was released in a cascade of waves across my shoulders and down my back.

I watched as his lips curled up faintly, an almost-smile that made me tingle all over.

Putting the paddle on his desk, Mr. Reed reached down and retrieved a black scarf from one of the shopping bags. He stood and closed the short distance between us.

“Turn around,” he said, a quiet command.

I obeyed, not knowing or caring what he had planned.

For six months I had worshipped Mr. Reed from afar. In this moment, with my heart racing from his nearness, I would have gladly done anything he asked.

He leaned forward and I felt his warm breath on my neck.

“You’re a very beautiful young woman, Miss James,” he whispered. “From the moment I first saw you, I knew I had to have you. Here, like this. Under my control.”

Chapter 1

When I woke up this morning, there was no indication that the day would be anything but ordinary.

Yet here I was, at 2:30 in the afternoon, standing in Mr. Reed’s penthouse office with my ample curves poured into a too-tight corset and matching panties that didn’t have a crotch!

I was given a deadline to complete his special project, but through no fault of my own, I had run late. Although if I were being honest, late was my middle name.

As Mr. Reed’s eyes hungrily assessed my body in the lingerie, his voice stated that I must be punished for my tardiness.

Reaching in to one of the shopping bags that I had placed at his feet, he pulled out the leather paddle, holding it in one hand while slapping it against the other.

My eyes widened and my mouth went dry.

That was how he intended to punish me?


Eight hours earlier.

The day began like any other, with a shower, two cups of coffee and a mad dash to catch the express bus to downtown. I got to my desk 15 minutes late because I stopped at the bottom-floor cafe to grab a bagel before waiting in line for the elevator.

I should have taken the stairs to the second floor; god knows I could use the exercise. But I didn’t feel like putting forth the effort.

Although I didn’t know it at the time, when my desk phone beeped just before ten, the day was about to take an intriguing turn.

Glancing at the caller ID, I saw it was my supervisor. Her name was Laurie, but everyone on the second floor fondly referred to her as the Wicked Witch. When Laurie called, the news was rarely good, especially if you had a bad habit of arriving late to work, like me.

“This is Cassie,” I answered in my best obedient-grunt voice. Technically, my title was Administrative Assistant II. But at this company, that was code word for bitch-do-what-I-tell-you.

“You’re wanted in Special Projects,” the Wicked Witch said flatly.

“Special Projects?” That was odd. What could they possibly want from a lowly second-floor admin like me?

“Yeah. And you need to hurry. The email request came in early this morning, but I’ve been away from my desk. You were supposed to be up there an hour ago.”

Great. Thanks to Laurie, I was already late.

“On my way,” I said a bit too cheerfully, grateful to get a break from the boring paper-pushing and not even irritated that I was probably going to miss my lunch break.


The Special Projects division of Reed Technologies had its own floor and its own receptionist. While nobody outside the division really knew what went on there, the elite group answered directly to the Big Boss himself, billionaire David Reed.

It was speculated that Special Projects managed every detail of Mr. Reed’s personal and professional life, from getting his $2,000 suits dry cleaned and scheduling his personal appointments, to making his dinner reservations and coordinating international conference calls.

David Reed didn’t inherit his wealth, he earned it. After building Reed Technologies from the ground up, he landed on the Forbes 400 richest people list at the age of 35 and spent the last seven years steadily climbing into the top 10.

At 42, Mr. Reed was in his physical prime. While many men peaked at 30 before losing their muscle tone or their hair, Mr. Reed grew more handsome over time.

His six-foot-two frame was strong and lean and his full head of jet-black hair had just a touch of distinguished gray at the temples. If you were lucky enough to catch a glimpse of Mr. Reed at the end of the day, you would see the hint of a sexy five o’clock shadow.

I didn’t have a very active social life and wasn’t really friends with any of my coworkers because they rarely asked big girls like me to meet for happy hour. So most days, I would volunteer to stay late and man the front desk of the Reed Building, hoping that he would leave before I did.

If my timing was good, I would get to see him exit his private elevator, Italian leather briefcase in hand, and stride confidently through the automatic doors to his car, which would be waiting for him out front.

A couple of times he glanced my way. But when I smiled at him, he didn’t smile back. I guess he was looking through me rather that at me.

Still, I can’t tell you how many nights I dreamed about that five o’clock shadow roughing up the tender skin of my inner thighs as Mr. Reed buried his handsome face between my legs…

“Can I help you?” the Special Projects receptionist asked, interrupting my momentary daydream.

“I’m Cassie James.”

“Oh my, you’re very late,” the receptionist said, glancing at the clock on her computer.

“I know, but my supervisor just told me about the request.”

“Take a seat, please.” She motioned me to a small waiting area and I perched awkwardly on the edge of the leather sofa, wishing I had worn something a little more flattering than stretchy black pants and a loose white blouse.

It wasn’t easy dressing a short, curvy, plus-size body like mine, especially on an administrative assistant’s salary. With big boobs, thick thighs and a round butt, stretchy and loose was cheap and comfortable, if not overly stylish.

Less than five minutes passed before an impeccably-dressed woman in a navy suit greeted me with an engaging smile.

“I’m sorry to keep you waiting, Miss James,” she said, holding out her hand, which I shook firmly. “I’m Greta VanNess and I’ll be briefing you on your assignment.”

“I’m sorry I’m late,” I responded, following Greta to her office. “I only found out about your request a few minutes ago.”

Greta smiled. “No need to worry, Miss James. Rest assured that the issue will be addressed with your supervisor.”

I made a mental note to ask around later to see if the Wicked Witch got a talking-to. A taste of her own medicine would serve her right.

On Greta’s desk was my employee file and she reviewed the contents. “I see that you’re 27, Miss James, and a college graduate with a degree in English Literature.”

“That’s correct,” I responded, silently cursing myself for not listening to my dad when he urged me to major in something more useful, like communications or finance. All my degree had gotten me was a string of dead-end admin jobs and a few published essays in no-pay literary magazines.

“You’ve been with Reed Technologies for six months and have already been promoted from entry level admin to Administrative Assistant II. Excellent work, Miss James.”

“Thank you,” I replied, although the praise wasn’t warranted; every admin who lasted six months at Reed Technologies was automatically promoted to Administrative Assistant II.

I was hoping that this Special Projects assignment, whatever it turned out to be, would provide an opportunity to step up the Reed Technologies corporate ladder. I was tired of job-hopping and was ready for a real career.

“Alice didn’t provide many details about your assignment,” Greta said, “but she did tell me that she recommended you specifically, which is quite an honor!”

Alice was Mr. Reed’s executive assistant. She had been with him since he opened the company’s doors over 20 years ago. While I knew who Alice was - everybody at Reed Technologies did - I had no idea how she knew me.

“You’ll learn more when I send you upstairs,” Greta continued. Upstairs was the penthouse floor occupied by Mr. Reed and Alice. “For now, I need you to sign our standard confidentiality agreement.”

Special Projects had a strict confidentiality policy and I gladly signed the document Greta put in front of me. She made a copy using the tabletop copy machine and paper-clipped the original to my employee file.

Greta handed the file and an elevator pass to me. “Give this authorization to the elevator operator and he’ll take you upstairs. Check in with Alice and give her your file. She’ll take it from there!”

Chapter 2

The elevator operator was a stoic fellow who didn’t invite small talk, so we rode in silence.

Exiting at the penthouse level of the Reed Building, I walked purposely toward Alice’s desk. Taking a deep breath, I handed her my file. “I’m Cassie James, reporting from Special Projects.”

“Good morning, Miss James,” Alice said pleasantly, taking the file and reviewing its contents. “Everything looks to be in order, here. Mr. Reed needs you to do a personal errand for him. The assignment is, shall we say, a bit unconventional. But I guarantee you it will be more fun than sitting in your cubicle on the second floor.”

Alice smiled and I couldn’t help but smile in return. Everyone who worked above the second floor seemed so happy…and so nice!

“Greta in Special Projects told me that you’re the one who recommended me for this assignment.”

“Exactly,” Alice responded. “Mr. Reed is planning a Valentine’s Day getaway with a lady friend and would like to buy her a few gifts as a special surprise.”

“What does that have to do with me?” I asked.

“Well, your body size and shape happen to be a mirror image of his lady friend, although I must say that your face is much prettier than hers and your, ah, attributes appear to be much more natural.”

I think she was referring to my 38 DDs!

“I’m not sure I understand,” I said, still confused.

“Mr. Reed typically buys his lady friends things like jewelry and perfume, which I can handle with ease,” Alice explained. “This time, he would like intimate apparel. Even in my prime, my shape was never as full-figured as yours. And I certainly wouldn’t want to guess at sizing and get it wrong.”

Alice looked to be about five-foot-six and 120 pounds. Her slim frame would probably fit in one of my pant legs.

“I remembered seeing you at the front desk,” she continued, “and realized that you were much better suited for this shopping excursion than I was.”

The assignment was finally beginning to make sense to me.

“I get it. Since I’m the same size as Mr. Reed’s lady friend, you want me to go shopping for him and try things on to make sure they fit.”

Alice smiled. “Exactly.”

“I thought Mr. Reed only dated models and actresses. My body shape doesn’t really fit that profile.”

Alice leaned in close and lowered her voice. “Most people don’t know this, but he’s always had a thing for curvy girls with pretty faces. Much like you, Miss James.”

“Really?” I was genuinely surprised. “You sure wouldn’t know it by tracking his activities in the entertainment section of the news.”

The paparazzi were constantly snapping pictures of Mr. Reed with his date du jour and never once had I see him with a short, fat woman with a pretty face.

“Perhaps his curvier dates prefer to stay out of the spotlight.”

I thought about that. If I were Mr. Reed’s date for the night, I’m pretty sure I would want the whole world to know we were together.

Then again, would I really want a picture taken from an unflattering angle splashed across the cover of the National Enquirer with a headline reading something like, Billionaire David Reed Steps out with Plus-Size Porker?

Maybe not.

Handing me a sealed envelope and a corporate credit card, Alice said, “Here is the list of items that Mr. Reed would like you to buy. I haven’t seen the list, but I can tell you that money is no object. Your focus should be on quality, not price.”

I nodded in understanding and she slipped a business card into my hand. “If you have any questions, call my direct line. The number’s on the card.”

“Thank you,” I said, and meant it. Nothing this interesting ever happened on the second floor!

“You had better get going, Miss James,” Alice said, ushering me out the door. “You’re getting a late start and you need to be back by two o’clock sharp. Mr. Reed isn’t the kind of man who likes to be kept waiting.”


Outside, I grabbed a latte and a scone at a nearby coffee cart and sat down on a bench to plan my shopping strategy. The Reed Building was only a few blocks from the downtown shopping district, but I planned to take a cab to save time.

I was excited by the idea of shopping for plus-size lingerie at high-end stores and getting paid to try on expensive silk negligees and flirty chemises. Although Mr. Reed would be admiring the lingerie on another woman, the shopping idea provided fuel for my fantasies.

But when I opened the envelope and looked at Mr. Reed’s shopping list, my jaw dropped.

That’s the kind of lingerie he wanted me to buy?

And he wanted me to return to his office wearing the ensemble underneath a long coat . . . so I could model the lingerie for him?

I gulped. Alice wasn’t kidding when she called the assignment unconventional.

I wouldn’t be finding any of the items on Mr. Reed’s list - lingerie or otherwise - at a store like Bergdorf or Neiman. Using my cell phone, I quickly dialed the number on Alice’s card.

“Alice speaking,” she answered promptly.

“Hi Alice, its Cassie. I have a question.”

“Already?” She sounded concerned and was probably thinking that she should have done the shopping herself.

“It’s about the list,” I said. “The items are a bit more…intimate… than I expected.”

“Are you up to completing the assignment Miss James?” Alice asked with alarm.

“Definitely,” I said. Although I wasn’t completely sure, I wasn’t about to throw in the towel so soon. “I’m just not sure where to shop for the kinds of lingerie and, um…other items… that Mr. Reed is requesting.”

“I see,” Alice responded, the pleasant tone back in her voice. “No need to worry. There’s a high-end specialty shop on the corner of 3rd and Wells. It has a very discrete entrance that’s easy to miss, so look for the black door with 307 Wells in gold lettering. Push the buzzer and ask for Mrs. Tate. Tell her I sent you, she’ll know how to help.”

I thanked her and hung up the phone. Shoving the list into my purse, I hailed a cab and instructed the driver to drop me off at 3rd and Wells.

Chapter 3

At two-twenty, my phone rang. It was Alice.

“Where are you?” she hissed.

“I just walked in the building and am heading for the elevator.”

“You’re very late!”

“Less than half an hour.” In my world, that was pretty much on time.

“I told you that Mr. Reed does not like to be kept waiting,” Alice warned, the pleasant tone in her voice nearly gone.

“But I got everything on Mr. Reed’s list and followed his directions exactly,” I lamely defended myself.

“Hopefully that will be enough to appease him,” Alice said before hanging up.

As I rode Mr. Reed’s silent, private elevator, I started to get nervous. Had I blown my future at Reed Technologies by being late for my first special project?

My anxiety increased as the floors ticked by. By the time the elevator stopped at the penthouse, I was shaking.

Alice looked at me without saying a word, her stern gaze taking in my change of dress. My white blouse and black pants had been replaced by a long, black coat, buttoned neck-to-calf.

If she was curious about what I had on underneath, she didn’t let on.

She motioned for me to follow her down the hallway. In my hands were three shopping bags. Two were for Mr. Reed and held the specialty items from his list. The third held my clothes.

Stopping at a set of closed double doors, Alice knocked twice, paused briefly and then opened the door.

“Miss James has returned,” she said, presumably to Mr. Reed, although I couldn’t see him from my position behind her.

“Send her in and close the door,” a deep male voice barked.

Alice opened the door wider, indicating that I should enter Mr. Reed’s office. Gathering my courage, I strode through the entrance.

“Make sure you address him as sir,” Alice whispered as I passed. “Good luck, Miss James.”

Standing there, shopping bags in hand, I awaited further direction, jumping slightly when the door closed behind me with a thud.

Mr. Reed’s palatial office resembled a small, upscale apartment. At one end was a massive desk. It faced a wall of windows that framed the breathtaking view of the city.

At the other end was a comfortable seating area arranged in front of a stone fireplace. In between were various pieces of fine furnishings and a side door that led to what looked like a private bath.

Although Mr. Reed was sitting at his desk with his head down, reading a document on his computer screen, his commanding presence still filled the room.

“Don’t just stand there, Miss James, bring me the items I asked for,” he barked without looking up.

I walked gingerly toward his desk, my breath quickening when I got close enough to see his profile in detail. I had never seen him like this, with his suit jacket off, tie loosened and the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up. The casual look made him seem slightly less daunting, but even more attractive than usual.

Leaning down to place two of the bags at his feet, I lingered for an instant, inhaling his male essence so I could commit his heady scent to memory.

After turning off his computer monitor, Mr. Reed turned toward me for the first time. “You’re late,” he said, looking me over top to bottom, while somehow avoiding eye contact.

“I’m sorry, sir,” I said with a small voice, knowing I should look down, contritely, but unable to divert my eyes from the sexy shadow that had already begun forming on his face.

“Did you get everything on my list?”

“Yes, sir. Everything you asked for is in those two bags… except for the things I’m wearing, just as you instructed.”

“I’m well aware of my instructions, Miss James.”

“Yes sir, of course you are.”


“Well what, sir?” I didn’t know what he wanted from me.

“Remove the coat, Miss James. I don’t have all day and would like to see what you purchased with my money,” Mr. Reed commanded, finally meeting my gaze.

His tight jaw and grim lips indicated his anger at my late arrival. But when I looked into his eyes, I saw something resembling heat.

Standing there, my confidence began to crumble. Could I really do this, strip down to almost nothing in front of my handsome billionaire boss?

“I’m waiting, Miss James,” Mr. Reed said, tapping his fingers impatiently on his desk.

Taking a deep breath and sucking in my gut, I undid the buttons, one-after-another, until the coat parted, exposing a hint of skin and black lace.

I paused, partly for effect, and partly to gather my courage for what I had to do next.

Slipping the coat off my shoulders, I let it drop to my feet, fully revealing my curvaceous body scantily clad in the black lingerie.

Mr. Reed’s eyes assessed my curves with a hot, hungry look, beginning with the corset that cinched in my wide waist while pushing my large breasts up and over the top. A hint of nipple was showing just above the lacy fabric.

His eyes traveled downward to the small scrap of matching lace that barely covered my mound. Although he couldn’t see the opening, based on his list, we both knew that, further down, the lace parted.

If I moved my legs apart even a few inches…well, let’s just say that nothing below my waist would be left to the imagination.

Reaching in to one the shopping bags, Mr. Reed pulled out the leather paddle, holding it in one hand while slapping it against the other.

“I can see that you are excellent at following directions, Miss James,” he said, the bark in his voice replaced with a slightly softer tone. “It’s a shame that you must still be punished for your tardiness. Perhaps a stern paddling will teach you to be on time.”

I swallowed hard, my body trembling with fear and something else: unbridled lust. This assignment had turned extremely personal and I was suddenly wet with desire for Mr. Reed.

“Take your hair down,” he instructed, still slapping the paddle against his hand.

I tugged at the elastic band that held my makeshift bun in place and my long blonde hair was released in a cascade of waves across my shoulders and down my back.

I watched as his lips curled up faintly, an almost-smile that made me tingle all over.

Putting the paddle on his desk, Mr. Reed reached down and retrieved a black scarf from one of the shopping bags. He stood and closed the short distance between us.

“Turn around,” he said, a quiet command.

I obeyed, not knowing or caring what he had planned.

For six months I had worshipped Mr. Reed from afar. In this moment, with my heart racing from his nearness, I would have gladly done anything he asked.

He leaned forward and I felt his warm breath on my neck.

“You’re a very beautiful young woman, Miss James,” he whispered. “From the moment I first saw you, I knew I had to have you. Here, like this. Under my control.”

His words made me tingle and my skin erupted in gooseflesh. “The moment you first saw me?”

He reached over and tied the scarf snugly across my eyes.

“You were flirting with the courier as you signed for a package. Your laughter filled the quiet lobby, catching my attention as I left the building. At first, I didn’t see your face, only your profile, which highlighted your womanly curves. You had your hair down that day.”

He put his lips against my ear and lowered his voice even further. “You should always wear your hair down, Miss James.”

I remembered that day clearly because the courier had asked for my phone number. I had only been working at Reed Technologies for a few weeks and it was my third day pulling the late receptionist shift in the lobby.

That day, I was so wrapped up in the courier’s attention that I didn’t see Mr. Reed exit the building…or admire my curves.

“I read your essay, Miss James.”

“What?” The comment caught me completely off guard.

“The one about being a plus-size woman in a corporate world obsessed with thinness.”

I wrote that essay a year or so ago after a promotion I had earned was given to a less qualified, model-thin coworker. It was published in a very obscure literary journal that specialized in emotional, first person stories about the pain and pleasures of life.

I was beginning to sense that there was a lot more to this man than money and sex appeal. I was also beginning to think that it was Mr. Reed who selected me for this assignment rather than Alice.

“You read Personal Pain, Personal Pleasure?” I asked.

“I read a lot of things, Miss James.”

Blindfolded and dumbstuck, I sensed Mr. Reed moving away from me and heard him clearing things from his desk.

“Turn around, Miss James,” he instructed, taking my arm and guiding me forward. “It’s time for your punishment. Lean forward, across my desk.”

“I’m sorry, sir?” I heard his words, but wasn’t quite sure if I understood them correctly.

Was he going to spank me with the paddle?

“Lay your upper body across my desk,” he repeated sternly, as if he were talking to a disobedient child.

Doing as instructed, I felt the cold wood on my bare belly, which sent an icy fear flowing through my veins.

With the front edge of the desk braced against my padded abdomen, I grasped the far edge with my hands.

“I will not tolerate tardiness, do you understand, Miss James?”

Mr. Reed was slapping the paddle against his hand again and I clenched my fingers around the edge of the desk to secure my grip in preparation of what was coming.

“Yes, sir,” I replied, my voice shaking.

I hadn’t been spanked since I was a small child and had no idea what to expect when Mr. Reed slapped the paddle against my ass, which was only partially covered by lace.

“Oh!” When the paddle connected with my backside, I squealed in surprise, the mild sting of leather against flesh generating a shocking sensation of warmth that traveled throughout my body.

The second blow was harder, and my face burned in embarrassment when my ample butt cheeks jiggled in response.

The force of the contact drove my gut uncomfortably hard against the desk. To better brace myself, I moved my legs apart.

I knew that would reveal my naked pussy where the crotchless lace panties parted in the center, but I tried not to think about that.

“Have you learned your lesson yet, Miss James?” Mr. Reed’s voice was low and husky.

Sensing that a yes would end our encounter, I replied with, “No, sir.”

The paddle connected with my backside again and then again, turning the warmth into all-out heat.

Moisture escaped from my sex, gliding past the edge of the crotchless panties and sliding down the fleshy curve of my inner thigh.

At some point, my fear had transformed into arousal and I no longer cared whether my ass jiggled or not. I had never been this hot before…had never wanted someone like this.

Using my elbows for leverage on the desk, I spread my legs further apart, pushing myself up onto the tips of my toes to give Mr. Reed better access to my round derriere - and a bird’s eye view of my wet, naked pussy.

“You are a very naughty girl,” Mr. Reed said, his low voice tinged with approval as he continued to bring the paddle firmly against my backside.

“Yes, sir,” I replied, a breathy cry escaping from my lips when the paddle landed once again.

“Promise me you’ll never be late again.”


“I’ll try, sir,” I panted.


“That is an unacceptable answer, Miss James.”

Slap. Slap. Slap.

“Yes, yes! I promise!” I was whimpering now, the painful pleasure making me ache for something more than leather against my backside.

I heard the paddle hit the floor and felt Mr. Reed close behind me, the fabric of his perfectly-creased slacks brushing across the backs of my legs.

“I believe that’s enough punishment for today,” he said, his breathing ragged as he rubbed my red hot flesh with his strong hands, soothing the sting from his paddling.

I collapsed against the desk and Mr. Reed spread my ass cheeks wide. His hand slipped between them and his fingers brushed across my slick folds.

The blindfold heightened my non-visual senses.

The musky smell of arousal that hung in the air and the sounds of our labored breathing increased the pleasure I felt from Mr. Reed’s intimate touch. I moaned and pressed myself against him.

Although I certainly wasn’t a virgin, my previous sexual experiences had been on the vanilla side, mostly consisting of the missionary position with the lights off.

Sexually, I had never let down my guard like this, with such abandon. But realizing that Mr. Reed wanted me as much as I wanted him was shattering my long-held inhibitions.

For the first time in a very long while, I was not self-conscious about my size.

Mr. Reed withdrew his hand from between my legs and I whimpered in disappointment.

“Turn around, Miss James,” he instructed.

When I did, he took my face in his hands and crushed my lips with his.

The passionate and unexpected kiss made my legs buckle and I perched on the edge of the desk, clutching Mr. Reed’s arms to keep myself from falling.

Leaving my lips, he forged a wet trail down my neck to the swell of my corseted breasts.

He teased the brown centers at the top of the lace before pulling the fabric down and exposing my creamy flesh to his mouth.

He closed around my nipples, one after the other, gently nipping and tugging the stiff peaks with his teeth. I trembled and moaned at the expertise of his mouth and tongue.

His touch was intoxicating and I couldn’t get enough. Threading my fingers through his dark hair, I drew him closer.

Part of me wanted to remove the blindfold and watch as he suckled my womanly flesh. Another part reveled in the anonymity of being unable to see.

Unencumbered by sight, I was free to simply feel.

Mr. Reed’s hands closed around my cinched waist and pushed me back onto the desk.

“Lay back, Cassie,” he urged gently, helping me recline.

The low squeal of his executive chair wheels told me he was sitting now, scooting toward me.

Straddling my legs, he lifted them onto the chair’s armrests. In an instant of panic, I remembered the crotchless panties.

That’s when I realized he had dropped formality and had addressed me by my first name.

Instead of closing my legs to hide my sex from him, I spread them wide for his perusal, completely exposing my slick, silky center to his gaze.

“I can see that you want me, Cassie,” he said quietly, stroking my fleshy limbs. “Tell me how much.”

“I do want you, Mr. Reed,” I moaned, arching my back “I’ve never wanted anyone more than you.”

He leaned forward, his cheeks roughing up my tender inner thighs, just like I had imagined, time and time again.

But when he finally buried his face between my legs, the feeling was more exquisite than my wildest fantasy. I cried out at the first light contact of his tongue on my sensitive folds.

“Tell me how much you love this, Cassie,” he demanded, using his tongue to circle my swollen pussy lips and glide expertly over my clit.

“I love having your mouth on me,” I responded without shame, “and how your tongue sets me on fire. I’m burning for you, Mr. Reed.”

“Yes,” he murmured, “that’s it.”

I was writhing under his tongue now, whimpering his name. “Don’t stop,” I begged. “Please. I’m so very close.”

In response, his fingers found my wet hole, slipping inside to stroke my slick channel as his mouth lapped mercilessly at my pussy.

No man had ever touched me so intimately…or so completely.

I ground against him as the fire inside me burned brighter, the flames flickering higher and higher until I finally exploded, shuddering against his fingers and mouth with a pulsing orgasm unlike anything I had ever experienced.

I sat up, reaching for Mr. Reed blindly and bringing my lips to his, not even caring that my own juice covered his face and mixed with our saliva.

He pulled me forward until I was straddling him on the chair.

Pressing my big breasts against his chest and grinding against his still-clothed erection, I licked my juices from his lips, which made him groan.

“I need to be inside of you, Cassie,” he whispered against my mouth.

“I need that, too,” I said softly, my blind fingers fumbling to unbutton his shirt while he dealt with his pants.

Using my hands to explore his naked chest, I reveled in the feeling of muscle and man-fur. As I passed over his nipples, I smiled when they responded to my touch.

With his stiff cock finally free, I heard the sound of tearing and guessed that Mr. Reed was putting on a condom. Seconds later, he guided his fat tip toward my wet opening.

I felt the round, bulging head of his cock stretch me wide as I slowly slid over the impressive length, burying his entire shaft in my hot hole. Mr. Reed’s breath quickened as I moved up and down, slowly stroking his hard cock.

“Your breasts are spectacular, Cassie,” he groaned, using his hands to push them together so he could shift his mouth back and forth between them, giving equal time to both nipples.

“They are, aren’t they?” I laughed softly, the compliment boosting my confidence and increasing my pace.

Mr. Reed moved his hands to my waist, using them to guide my up and down pace on his shaft. As I rode his cock, his fingers tightened on my skin, his nails digging into my fleshy curves. Beneath me, his hard thighs pressed up, meeting my body with his own thrusts.

“I need to be deeper, Cassie,” he moaned.

Without removing his throbbing cock from my pussy, Mr. Reed somehow managed to push me back onto his desk, kicking his chair out of the way.

Perched on the edge of the desk, I leaned back, steadying myself with my arms and wrapping my legs around his waist.

He held onto my hips, using the leverage of his standing position to drive himself deep into my center, over and over again.

The man had amazing stamina!

The upward angle of his relentless thrusts stroked the hidden pleasure center on the front wall of my channel and heat pooled in my belly.

“Oh, Mr. Reed!” I screamed. “I’m coming again! Oh! Ohhh!”

I had never had multiple orgasms before - and had never found release during vaginal penetration. The feeling was unlike any other, a crescendo of pleasure that sent me soaring to new and greater heights.

“That’s it, Cassie, come on my cock,” Mr. Reed urged as I quivered and quaked and my pussy clenched and released his throbbing rod.

My orgasm seemed to excite him further. “You’re so soft and so wet,” he groaned, driving into me harder and faster.

His breathing was even more labored now and his grip on my hips was almost painfully tight. I could tell by the tensing of his entire body that he was close to his own release.

Reaching up, I slipped off the blindfold and watched, mesmerized.

Mr. Reed’s eyes were closed, his face drenched in sweat and etched with passion. His chest was every bit as beautiful as my hands had discovered and I let my eyes follow the dark trail that led down his belly and below, disappearing each time he thrust his cock inside of me.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!” He opened his eyes when he came, and we both watched as he continued thrusting until his cock was spent.

Only then did he realize I was no longer blind.

After discarding the condom, he pulled me back onto his lap and kissed me tenderly, his still semi-erect cock pressed against my wetness.

We stayed that way for a while, without talking, the scent of our sex filling the room.

“I need to use the bathroom,” I said, unable to deny my body’s basic urge any longer.

“There are towels under the sink that you can use to freshen up,” Mr. Reed offered.

“Thank you,” I replied. “Mr. Reed, you should know that my behavior isn’t usually so…brazen.”

“I think we both got caught up in the moment, wouldn’t you agree, Miss James?”

Formality was back.

“I suppose you’re right,” I said.

Getting off his lap was awkward. There was no graceful way to get to my large body to my feet without flashing my dripping pussy through the crotchless lace or slapping his face with my breasts, which were fully unleashed from the corset.

Still, with as much dignity as possible, I got up, grabbed my bag of clothes and headed for the bathroom at the other end of the office.


When I came out of the bathroom, redressed in my stretchy pants and white blouse, I felt a little like Cinderella after the stroke of midnight.

Although I cleaned up the makeup that had streamed down my face and finger-combed my hair so that it was somewhat presentable, I couldn’t hide the flush on my cheeks that said I had just been very thoroughly fucked.

Mr. Reed, on the other hand, looked completely pulled together, fully dressed with his hair back in place and his head buried in his computer screen.

“Um, Mr. Reed? Should I have these things cleaned for your lady friend?”

I hated the idea of another woman wearing the lingerie and doing what I had done with Mr. Reed, but he couldn’t give her the corset and panties in their current state, covered in my juices and his scent.

“That won’t be necessary, Miss James,” Mr. Reed replied, not bothering to look up from his work. “Something’s come up and I won’t be able to get away for the weekend after all. I’ll have Alice pick up a trinket at Tiffany’s to send with my regrets.”

My heart was soaring as I held up the shopping bag that held the corset, panties and coat. “What should I do with these?”

Mr. Read looked at me now, his hot gaze filled with a lingering lust that told me he wasn’t quite as composed as he looked. “You keep them, Miss James. They suit you.”

“Thank you, sir. Would you like me to return the other items, the ones that we didn’t use?” I asked, trying to act nonchalant and failing miserably.

“No, Miss James.” Sparks flew between us. “I think the other items might come in handy at some point, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, I can see how they might.” My lips curled up sweetly. “Will there be anything else, Mr. Reed?”

“Not today, Miss James. Have a good evening.” As he turned back to his work, I exited his office, closing the door on my way out.

Leaning against the wall, I closed my eyes, taking time to slow my racing heart before walking down the hallway to Alice’s desk.

“How did it go, Miss James?” she asked.

“Well, at first, Mr. Reed was pretty angry that I was late,” I said with false drama. “But I managed to win him over in the end.”

“I knew you were the right woman for the job,” Alice said with a smile.

She reached into a tin box marked “Petty Cash” and pulled out three $20 bills. “I think you’ve earned a treat, Miss James. Why don’t you take a cab home from work instead of riding the bus.”

“Thank you,” I replied graciously, taking the money before walking toward the elevator. As the door opened, Alice called my name and I turned.

“It was a pleasure working with you today,” she said with a brilliant smile. “I hope to work with you again very soon.”

Returning her smile, I got in the elevator and directed the operator to take me to the lobby.


That night I used the rest of the money Alice gave me to splurge on delivery pizza and a pint of Ben and Jerry’s. It was my own way of celebrating the unusual events of the day.

I didn’t know what might happen at Reed Technologies tomorrow, but for the first time ever, I was excited to go to work.

Chapter 4

The next morning I got up, took a shower, drank two cups of coffee and made a mad dash to catch the express bus downtown. Only I missed the bus and had to wait for the next one, which dropped me off 30 minutes late. Despite my lateness, I stopped to get a bagel.

Old habits die hard.

When I got to my desk, my cubicle was empty and fear pooled in my gut. “Hey Fay,” I whispered to the woman in the cubicle next to mine. “What happened to my stuff?”

“Jarrod from IT came and took your computer and then the Wicked Witch packed up all your papers and personal things.”

“Shit. Did she say I was fired?”

Fay shrugged. “All she said was to tell you that she’ll be waiting for you in her office.”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I was kicking myself for being late again, convinced that the Wicked Witch was going to use it as an excuse to let me go.

Then another thought crossed my mind. Was Mr. Reed having me fired because of my behavior in his office yesterday?

Knocking on the Wicked Witch’s door, I poked my head in. “Hi Laurie, Fay told me that you wanted to see me.”

“Yes, come in.” I took a seat opposite her desk and saw my personal affects sitting in a box in the corner.

“I don’t know what you did yesterday --“

“Let me explain!” I pleaded, cutting her off. She raised her eyebrows, which meant that I should pipe down and let her finish.

“As I was saying, I don’t know what you did yesterday, but Mr. Reed and Alice were very impressed with your work.”

My jaw dropped. “They were?”

That’s not what I expected to hear. Not at all.

“Yes. They were so pleased, in fact, that they have promoted you to the Special Projects team. Effective immediately.”

“They did?” I couldn’t believe what Laurie was telling me!

“What did you do up there, anyway?” My now ex-boss asked, leaning over her desk and eagerly waiting for my response.

“I wish I could tell you, Laurie,” I said with a vindictive smile. “But everything Special Projects does is confidential.”

“Right.” She sat back, clearly disappointed. “I guess you should grab your box of personal items and head upstairs now.”

Laurie stood and held out her hand, a gesture she had never made toward me, even when I was first hired. “It was a pleasure working with you, Cassie.”

“Thank you, Laurie,” I responded, shaking her hand with a satisfied smile on my face.

Then, I picked up my box and left without another word.


I set my box on the Special Projects reception desk.

“Cassie James reporting for duty,” I said a bit too cheerfully.

The receptionist was on the phone and waved me toward the chairs. Covering her headset microphone she whispered, “Someone will be right with you.”

That someone was Greta.

“Cassie! So good to see you again.” Impeccably dressed, just like yesterday, she led the way to her office where I took a seat. “Are you excited to become a fulltime member of the Special Projects team?”

“Oh yes,” I replied enthusiastically. “But I have no idea what to expect. I don’t even know what my new title is.”

“Let’s see,” Greta said, reading from the paperwork she held in her hands. “Your new title is Personal Communications Specialist.”

“What does that even mean?” I wondered out loud.

“Honestly, I don’t quite know. It seems to be a new position developed just for you. With your English degree, my guess would be that Mr. Reed wants you to handle his person correspondence, although there isn’t a detailed job description here.”

I nodded. That sort of made sense.

“The paperwork does say that you should anticipate spending quite a bit of time in Mr. Reed’s office, working with him one-on-one,” Greta continued. “Your position also has a dress code with a very generous wardrobe allowance. Ten thousand dollars has already been direct-deposited into your bank account. Mr. Reed has taken the liberty of drafting a shopping list for you.”

She handed me a sealed envelope marked Confidential and a delicious shiver ran up my spine. I was beginning to realize what, exactly, my new position entailed.

“You’ll have a more formal Special Products orientation in a few days that will get you up-to-speed on how we operate. For now, you should probably focus on Mr. Reed’s shopping list. Do you have any questions, Cassie?”

“Not so far,” I replied, barely able to contain my excitement.

“Well then, let me show you to your desk!”

Greta took me down the hall, but instead of stopping at the cluster of cubicles, she turned right into a private office with a giant window that offered a panoramic view of the city below. “I hope this meets with your approval.”

“I’ll say!” I exclaimed, twirling around in a space that was large enough for a desk, an easy chair and a loveseat.

“Well then,” Greta smiled, “I’ll let you get settled.”

“Thank you,” I said, giddy with excitement as I closed the door to my very first office.

Sitting down behind the desk, my heart skipped a beat as I opened the confidential envelope from Mr. Reed. This time, I had a pretty good idea what to expect - and I knew exactly where to shop for the items on his list!


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“Why do you blindfold me?” I asked in a breathy whisper. I’m not sure what prompted me to question him. Maybe being invited to his home made me feel bold.

He brushed his lips across mine. “To increase your pleasure, of course.”

That wasn’t the answer I expected. “I don’t understand.”

He moved behind me and secured the silk scarf over my eyes.

Mr. Reed’s fingertips danced down my arms. He reached around my body and cupped the weight of my full breasts in his hands. I sighed when he squeezed my flesh firmly and pressed himself against my back. I could feel his erection, hard and thick, as it pushed against my ass. When I felt his lips on the side of my neck, my breath caught.

“Without the ability to see, your other senses are heightened,” he said quietly, his lips brushing against my ear. “Touch, taste, smell and even sound become much more acute…much more sensual.”

I felt him move around my body until he was standing in front of me again. He took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply.

His let his hands slide down my throat, stopping at the edge of the negligee. He reached below the lace and freed my breasts from their triangle cups, tucking the red fabric underneath their weight. His thumbs strummed over my taut nipples, teasing my flesh while plundering my mouth with his tongue.

“Do you understand now?” he asked, his lips moving against mine.

“Oh yes,” I sighed.


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