Ella's Easter Eggs (BBW & Billionaire) Page 4

  "What stuff?" My voice caught in my throat as I continued the lap dance. He couldn't be talking about...

  "Do you like having your pussy licked, Ella?" Dash asked bluntly, his green eyes blazing.

  It was like he was peering into my soul, and all of my deepest fantasies were laid bare to him.

  "Yes..." I couldn't help but gasp at the thought of it as I continued to rock back and forth on his lap. "I mean, who doesn't?"

  I had tried to cover up my feelings with a laugh, but it was futile. His lips were so full, so tempting...It was obvious that the power had shifted. I continued my lap dance, as Dash started to ignore my prior instructions. He put his hands right on my ass, roughly grabbing it and grinding it into his body again.

  Of course, he had offered the one thing that I couldn't turn down. Especially because Carlo never did it for me...

  Pulling my torso closer to him, Dash brushed his lips against mine, giving me a sweet kiss. And then the kiss intensified, his tongue exploring my mouth as my thighs spread even more and I kept rubbing up against that increasingly hard cock.

  "Ohhhh, that's it, Ella," he sighed. "Why don't you lay down on the couch so I can give you what you need?"

  I did need it. At that point, my body was absolutely on fire, so full of want that I could barely control myself. Tearing myself off Dash's lap, I quickly grabbed my phone and switched the music back to jazz.

  "I couldn't take that music anymore," I giggled nervously, flopping onto the couch.

  "Oh, I think it's a good song, though," Dash smiled, getting up from the chair and hovering over my half-naked body on the couch. "Don't you think? Beautiful women like you deserve to be pleasured the right way."

  "That...sounds...good," I moaned, as I could see Dash drinking in my body with his eyes.

  "Why don't you scoot up and spread those thighs?" he asked, licking his lips.

  I had no shame, immediately doing what he requested. The monokini barely covered any of my body at this point, and he could see all of me as I spread my legs.

  "Oh, you're even more exquisite than I thought," he sighed, kneeling down by the side of the couch. "Now I get to touch you as much as I want."

  "Yes," I sighed, closing my eyes and arching my back once again. "Please..."

  In a flash, I could feel his mouth devouring my tits as I thrust my groin towards him.

  "Not yet," he smiled. "Now it's my turn to make you wait. I get to spend as much time as I want on these beautiful breasts."

  He bent down again, slowly licking and sucking my nipples until I wanted to scream. The sensations shot down to my legs then, as I felt myself spreading my thighs even wider, desperately hoping he would do as he had promised. After a few moments, I felt Dash's head beginning to move further down, towards my abdomen.

  "Yes," I sighed.

  But he was only teasing. The wicked man went right back to my breasts, roughly holding them in his hands while he concentrated on my nipples again.

  "Oh, you really do need this, don't you, Ella?" he asked, taking a break for a split second to stare into my eyes.

  "Dash..." I moaned, about to explode from temptation.

  "Okay," he smiled. "I promise I won't make you wait much longer."

  And then I could feel his hair trailing down my abdomen once again, until his head finally came to rest between my legs. I twitched impatiently, as I felt his warm breath near my core. He moved the monokini bottom aside with his hands, so I was even more exposed than before. I heard him sigh as he set to work on my inner thighs, licking and sucking until I wanted to sob from the teasing.

  It was all just too much, but I knew he would make me wait even longer if I complained again. So I kept my mouth shut as his tongue continued to circle closer to my outer lips. He stayed there for awhile, lightly caressing me with his mouth until I wanted to scream.

  Then, finally, I felt it. The first little touch of his tongue right where I wanted it. As much as I tried to keep quiet, I couldn't help myself from crying out.

  "Oh, Dash, it feels so good...you're making me so wet..." I didn't care if it sounded like I was begging, as long as he kept working on me.

  This time, he did. To stop my incessant squirming, Dash pinned down my groin with his elbows and mounted a full-on assault, licking and sucking my pussy desperately, as if he couldn't get enough. When he started lapping at my clit with his insistent tongue, my entire body began to buckle.

  "Oh, Dash..." I cried out, as the small bursts of pleasure I felt began to erupt into something even bigger. Something so intense that I'd never felt anything similar before in my life. Grabbing his gorgeous mane of hair, I convulsed wildly as I was overtaken by the power of the undulations between my legs. It felt like the sensations would never end, and I didn't want them to.

  Then there was a noise from the front of the cottage.

  "Dash? Are you in here?"

  Shit! It was Debra.

  Quickly, both of us sprang up from the couch in record time. Pulling off the monokini and tossing it onto the couch, I yanked a robe off an adjacent rack as Dash smoothed down his tux.

  "Yup!" he said smoothly. "Just going over some stuff with Ella."

  Debra walked into our little area. She was in a gown, dressed to the nines.

  "Debra, you look fantastic!" I smiled, trying to distract her.

  "Oh thanks, Ella!" She probably sensed something was up, but appeared to be too stressed about work to get a true read on the situation. I was relieved.

  Although I'd just experienced the most amazing orgasm of my life, it was slightly embarrassing that the boss's face had been buried between my legs just a minute prior.

  "Dash, do we have a design winner yet? Everyone's waiting to find out who won the watch," Debra said impatiently, drumming her perfectly manicured nails against her expensive evening bag.

  "Uh, yes, actually we do!" he replied, sounding a little out of breath. "Ella has decided on the monokini."

  "Great, that's Sarah's design. She'll be happy," Debra smiled. "Should we have one of your house assistants bring down the watch?"

  "Uh, yeah...that would be great." It was pretty entertaining to see Mr. Perfect sweat.

  Especially because I knew he had a hard-on the size of Texas inside his tuxedo pants.

  "Great, well, let's get on with it then, boss," Debra motioned to him. "Oh, and here's your money for today, Ella."

  She dug into her evening bag and fished out eight crisp hundred-dollar bills.

  "Thank you," I said, feeling just a smidge guilty.

  I should have been paying them, really, for all the fun I was having. But rent money was rent money.

  "Oh, and we'll need you here early tomorrow," Debra commanded. "Some of the photographers for the campaign are coming in, and we need a model. Gonna have you get here around four, so just drive directly up here. Security has your name."

  "Fantastic," I said, holding my wad of cash tightly.

  Debra tapped Dash. "Alright, let's do this."

  They started walking out the front door. Dash turned to me for a split second and let off a wolfish grin.

  "Thanks so much for all of your assistance, Ella. It's truly invaluable."

  "Anytime!" I smiled back. "Happy to help."

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  EASTER

  "I'm so confused!" Daniela proclaimed, taking a big bite of her omelet.

  We were at brunch, celebrating Easter before I had to go back to work. Our Stripper Class instructors were off for the holiday, but we'd decided to hang out anyway.

  "Tell me about it," I sighed.

  "So he publicly lambasts plus-sized girls, but in private he goes down on them? Something doesn't add up," Daniela said, pointing her fork at me.

  "I know, it's beyond weird. I didn't have time to ask him about that weird public statement, you know. He just came into the design studio and...one thing led to another. I can't control myself when I'm around him."

  "That's not like you, either." Daniela shook
her head. "This guy has cast some sort of spell on you!"

  "Maybe!" I laughed.

  "I mean, I googled him last night. He's insanely attractive. Did you know that he's supposedly dating Ronna Jensen?"

  "Ugh, really?"

  Ronna Jensen was an impossibly tall, impossibly thin, gazelle-like creature who worked as a supermodel. Her perfect body was eclipsed only by her pouty lips and ice blue eyes.

  "Yep," Daniela took another swig of coffee. "There were some pictures of them at events last winter. Maybe they broke up..."

  "Well," I shrugged. "He certainly wasn't on a date with her last night, when he was going to town on me!"

  And we both busted out laughing. It wasn't like I had high expectations for this bizarre relationship with the man who was the antithesis for the plus-sized movement. I was willing to chalk it up as a strange aberration for both me and Dash, this odd affair. Apparently, we were both outside our comfort zones.

  I was certain that our little hook-up would be one of those things that I would look back upon fondly, but it sure had been weird. Daniela and I continued our lovely Easter brunch without any further mention of Dash, yapping about mutual friends and possible acting gigs. A few minutes later, the check came and I grabbed it.

  "No!" Daniela protested.

  "Yes!" I insisted. "I'm rich this weekend."

  After heading home and watching some TV with Ruby, it was time to get ready for my last evening of work at Dash De Maio's. I jumped into the shower and let the hot water cascade all over me. Images of Dash popped into my head as I scrubbed my body down and shaved my legs. Intellectually, I knew that he was bad news.

  But it was impossible to get this message through to my body, which was primed to see him again. My nipples were still sensitive from his touch, and my dirty mind kept wondering what he'd done with himself after giving away his watch. Did he stroke himself while thinking of me? I started getting all hot and bothered again, but it was almost time to leave.

  Stepping out of the steam, I found my fluffy peach towel and dried myself off. Then I remembered that people would be looking closely at my skin that evening, so I grabbed some of my fancy lotion and used it to rub down and moisturize every inch of me.

  I heard my cell phone ding in my bedroom. Text message. Part of me wondered wildly if Dash had somehow gotten my phone number. But how would he do that? I ran out and grabbed the phone. The text message was from Carlo Catelli, my favorite bad boy New Yorker.

  *Happy Easter! How's your Sunday? What are you wearing?

  Feeling sexy and confident from my recent endeavors, I decided to give Carlo a thrill. Covering my face with the camera, I took a picture of my naked, freshly moisturized body in the mirror and sent it back with the following message:

  *Happy Easter! Wearing nothing...

  Twenty minutes went by as I continued getting ready for work. Then I heard the text notification again.

  *Hot Damn!!!!! Luscious, you got me so hard. When are you comin back to NY? Need to see you...and feel you, kiss you...

  I didn't write back. It was time to leave. But I drove to Dash's with a smile playing on my face.

  The security guard outside Dash's house was no joke. Since I'd been taking the shuttle with the rest of the catering crew prior to this, I'd never had to deal with him before. After taking down my driver's license number, my license plate, AND conducting a thorough "bomb check" of my crappy car, he finally permitted me to enter the compound.

  Parking in a spot right outside the design cottage, I took a deep breath and tried to calm my nerves. It seemed like today was going to be a big day. Walking into the studio did not allay my concerns. Designers were running around like chickens with their heads cut off. And Debra was at the center of all of it.

  "Ella! Thank God you're here!" she cried.

  "Uh, yeah...what's going on?"

  "DASH is what's going on! He's driving me insane. Here, can you go put on this sexy Easter bunny thing?" She handed me a hanger with an Easter bunny costume. It even had furry boots to go with it.

  "Sure, you got it!" I stepped behind one of the separators, dropping my clothes as quickly as I could.

  Debra stood right outside, continuing to talk to me.

  "So Dash has got something huge planned, but he won't even tell me what. Now we've got an orchestra outside -- literally an orchestra! -- and now there's a red carpet near the dinner area."

  "Huh, that seems weird. Doesn't he tell you everything, normally?"

  "YES!" Debra shrieked. "I'm a control freak, I can't stand not knowing!"

  But it didn't take long for the man himself to make an appearance. As soon as I'd poured myself into the sexy bunny costume, Dash De Maio swept into the cottage, smiling and looking even better than the day before. He caught my eye and winked before he launched into his announcement.

  "Ladies and gentleman! Can we have a huddle?" he clapped his hands, as everyone gathered closer to him. "Alright, so you're probably noticing a little more fanfare than normal outside. I know Debra's ready to kill me..."

  She groaned audibly, as everyone laughed. "You got that right!"

  "So I figured I may as well come out with it!" he continued. "All of you have been doing such a tremendous job with the line that I don't want to hold back anymore. I had our PR company contact some carefully vetted media personalities and photographers, and they're going to be taking a look at some of our new collection tonight. I know it seems early, but I've got a really good feeling about it."

  Immediately, the room started buzzing with excitement. The designers seemed slightly intimidated and simultaneously thrilled with the idea of presenting their garment concepts so soon. They started shouting out questions.

  "What's the red carpet about?" a female designer asked. I was pretty sure that she was the one who'd designed my monokini.

  "Ah, I'm glad you asked," Dash responded with a grin. "So I'm gonna be out there representing the new brand, you guys are gonna be out there explaining some of the new concepts, and we'll be introducing our new brand ambassador."

  "Who's our new brand ambassador?" the girl fired back quickly.

  "Ella!" he said, his green eyes lighting up as the whole room turned to stare at me. "I can't think of anyone better."

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CRASH COURSE

  WHAT?!?

  Now, I was completely, totally conflummoxed. I know conflummoxed isn't really a word, but that is how I felt. First of all, these things didn't happen to me. I was the girl who struggled in obscurity for years, trying to make ends meet. Not the one who booked a huge modeling campaign.

  Also, there was the tiny detail that I had become sexually involved with the gorgeous boss. Oh, and the fact that I wasn't actually a model. You know, small things...

  Since that last issue happened to be part of Debra's territory, she took it upon herself to address the problem head-on.

  "Can Ella and I have a quick huddle with you, Dash?" she asked, looking around nervously. "Privately?"

  "You got it!" he said. "Now, for everyone else -- be thinking about how you're going to present your thoughts and garments to the media. This is a really big night for us."

  Debra led the three of us over to the couch, and I had to stop myself from giggling. It was, of course, the same couch upon which Dash and I had been cavorting the previous evening.

  The three of us sat down, and Debra began her dramatic confession.

  "Dash, I just wanted to let you know that, in actuality, Ella was not the original fit model we hired. She's extraordinary, of course, and I'm so glad we have her, but I just wanted to come clean with you before we start doing all of this media stuff and involving agencies."

  Dash looked at both of us, utterly conflummoxed himself.

  "Okay, so what's the deal then? How did we find you? Did angels drop you off?" he asked me jokingly.

  His grin was so infectious that it made me start cracking up. I tried to say something, but then Debra just butted in. Thank Go
d.

  "She was with Katrina's Katerers, working the event!" she said. "I'm sorry, it was a last-minute thing, our gal had canceled...I didn't have time to tell you."

  Dash threw his head back and released a terrifying roar of laughter. Debra and I looked at one another in fear. What sort of reaction was this?

  "Even better!" he exclaimed, patting Debra on the back. "Even better! So that's the story we tell the media then...our fit model cancels, and we notice this stunning creature working with the catering company and decide to give her a shot. She exceeds all of our hopes and expectations, and we realize that the brand ambassador for our company has been under our noses for the past three days. She's smart, she's real, she's gorgeous, and she can relate to everyday American women. BOOM!"

  Debra and I looked at one another in stunned silence. He had been utterly unperturbed by this strange curveball. Finally, Debra said what I had been thinking.

  "And that's why they pay you the big bucks...Dash, that's brilliant!"

  "Anytime, ladies," he smiled. "What a ridiculously lucky break for both of us! I'm sure the original model didn't hold a candle to you, Ella."

  "Thanks," I said. And then something occurred to me. "Um, I actually ditched my commercial agent a few days ago. I'm going to need someone to represent me, so..."

  Of course, Dash had an immediate response.

  "Yes, definitely! The agents from the plus-sized division at Fleur de Lis will be here tonight. We'll get you hooked up with them right away."

  I could barely catch my breath. Fleur de Lis was the biggest and best modeling agency in the entire world. How had I gone from crappy Blaine at Commercial Agent Associates to Fleur de Lis? It was seriously a miracle.

  "Thank you," I said again. "I know it's a small thing to you guys, but this is changing my entire world."

  "Alright," Dash said, looking at Debra. "We've got a lot to cover before the press starts arriving. Make sure Ella is prepped with all of the right outfits and talking points."

  And then we were off to the races. Hair and makeup people arrived, creating a sort of Guess girl/sixties bombshell look for me. My dress had been created specially for the event, a lingerie-inspired black corset number. It was incredible. I couldn't resist snapping a few shots for Daniela and Carlo. Before I knew it, it was already time for me and the team of designers to work the red carpet.