Hello Lovely Literotica Readers!
I'm so happy to finally be able to put this story back on here! I had a disagreement with the direction the publisher wanted to take my story so I waited out the five years to get the rights to Claiming Bella back. So, here it is again, my gift to you! Please enjoy!
Lots of Love,
Nicole
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Isabella Sophia Maria Morelli sat at the bar of The Whip and Dagger, the upscale new BDSM club, and wondered what the hell she was doing there.
"Fucking Jess," she muttered. That girl can talk me into anything, Bella thought to herself. Five minutes after arriving Jess has taken off with some hot stud of a Dom and left Bella alone. And very uncomfortable. Not that she was uncomfortable with the whole BDSM scene, per say, just uncomfortable being in a dungeon by herself. Being a larger woman, Bella felt like she stood out and not in a good way. Watching all the skinny little subs walking around naked or in little leather outfits was enough to make her want to crawl under the table.
Usually Bella had no problem with her very plus size figure. She definitely wasn't what you see in a "plus size" model. She was just the other side of fat. Bella had struggled all her life with her weight and had learned to accept herself for what she was, until recently, and being the only large girl in the club definitely had her squirming for all the wrong reasons. She sipped her sparkling water, seriously wishing they served alcohol in this place, again wondering what the fuck she was doing here and remembering the conversation with Jess that led to this moment.
"Come on," Jess pleaded, "you know you're interested in the lifestyle. And I don't want to go alone. It's an awesome place, so fun, I promise you'll love it!"
"Oh yeah, I'm sure I'll love being the biggest girl in the place!"
"Don't be that way Bella!" Jess scolded. "You are beautiful and hot. I'm sure there will be other big girls there. And I promise I won't leave you! And I know you want to learn about the lifestyle, in person and not just in books."
And Bella, unable to deny Jess anything, grudgingly agreed. Besides, she'd been feeling very unsatisfied lately. Always a lover of erotica, she'd started reading stories involving the BDSM lifestyle and had felt an instant and powerful pull toward the submissive side. It always made her horny and wet at the thought of someone else having control for a while.
Bella was a small business owner, running a floral boutique in downtown Portland and was in charge of every little decision made for the business. She'd also just come out of a long relationship with a man who couldn't take care of anything by himself! He couldn't pay a bill, go shopping, clean the house or get dressed, it seemed, without her telling him to do it! Letting go of the reigns for a while had great appeal, as did the thought of a hot man spanking her ass.
Upon arriving at the club Jess has immediately been cornered by a very built and shirtless Dom. She'd smiled a little smile of apology at Bella and, with a little wave, had been gone. Bella sighed, not really surprised. Jess meant well but she was flighty and needed a Dom for completely different reasons, like to keep her life in order. The girl was a mess without direction, another job Bella had taken on. So Bella had taken a tour of the club, surprised by some things she'd seen, aroused by others.
She'd particularly enjoyed the public display at the St. Andrew's cross. A pretty redhead with a curvy body and very luscious ass had been strapped wrist and ankle to it, backside out. The Dom with her, wearing nothing except some very hot tattoos and a pair of leather pants which showed his assets very well, had stood behind her with a good sized flogger. He was lashing her repeatedly on the back, ass and thighs. Every so often he would lean in and whisper to her, giving her back or ass a soothing rub or squeeze. For her part, the redhead seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself, from the look of her juices running down her thigh, whimpering in pleasure. With every lash of the whip Bella felt herself getting wetter, wishing she'd worn panties, afraid she'd soon have juices running down her own thighs.
Bella had gone sans panties on a whim. I'm going to be naughty and daring, she'd thought. She'd worn a light flowy skirt that ended just above her knees and a low cut tank that showed off her very large breasts to their fullest. Not exactly fetish wear but it was the sexiest thing she owned, not being in the habit of trying to look sexy, considering her size. She had made sure her black hair, cut in an a-line style to chin length, looked board straight and shiny, just the way she liked it. Her ivory skin was flawless and her make-up perfectly accented her bottle green eyes. Bella knew she was beautiful, just fat, and let's face it, she'd told herself while getting ready, fat doesn't cut it in a supermodel world. Even though big girls outnumbered skinny girls in America!
Bella was about midway back in the crowd when the Dom looked up- and seemingly straight at her! Her breath caught in her throat at how incredibly hot he was! He had such startlingly blue eyes, she was mesmerized. His dark brown hair was longish, just past his ears and swept off his face, accenting his perfect cheekbones. Bella did a quick look behind her thinking he must be looking at someone else, but when she looked back at the stage his eyes were still locked on her. She visibly caught her breath. His luscious lips cocked up in a crooked little half smile before he returned his attention to the pretty, curvy little redhead. Upon further examination Bella realized the gorgeous man had multiple piercings, a secret turn on for her. Both his nipples were pierced, as well as his eyebrow and the middle of his bottom lip.
"Holy hotness," Bella muttered. Her nipples got instantly hard and she felt a fresh gush from her cunt. Fanning herself with her hand Bella turned away from the display and wandered around the rest of The Whip and Dagger. There were several public exhibitions going on. Some turned her on, a lot, others not so much. But what she noticed most was that not a single man approached her. Oh well, she thought, that's men for you.
So here she was, sitting at the bar nursing a sparkling water, wishing it would magically transform itself into a margarita or some such alcohol based drink that might take her mind off her sense of rejection. Her spirits were momentarily lifted when an Adele song came on the sound system at the bar. She loved Adele, a larger woman who was beautiful and talented and seemed to have no problem with her size. To be honest with herself, she really hadn't had a problem with her self-image until her recent break-up with her leech of an ex. Thinking back on that day six months ago made her inwardly cringe.
"Kyle, I'm done," she'd told her live-in lover of over a year. "I'm tired of supporting you. I'm tired of picking up after you. I'm just plain tired!"
"Come on babe," Kyle had whined. When he saw that the whining was having the opposite affect that he intended, he changed tactics. Smiling at her, he said, "You know I love you. I've been looking for a job...really. It's just so hard," he said slipping back into the whining again.
"No, I don't think you are trying," Bella told him, "at anything. I'm sick of being more your mother than your girlfriend."
This conversation went on in the same vein for nearly an hour before Bella snapped. "Just get the fuck out Kyle! I am beyond sick of you. I wanted to part amicably but you are making that impossible. So just get your shit and get out of my house for which I alone pay the mortgage as well as all the other bills!"
Kyle got a mean, snarly smile on his face. "Fine, you fat bitch," he sneered at Bella. "I was just about done with you anyways. I don't think I could manage to get my dick up for you anymore if you paid me... oh wait, you pretty much are paying me." When Bella gasped, he just laughed a cruel little snicker. "What? You think I was with you because you were so hot? Get real bitch. I've had someone else on the side for months. Someone who's hot and skinny, unlike you. You were just a paycheck."
Bella came back to the present when someone took the standing space next to the stool she was sitting on. Mentally shaking off those shattering memories, she glanced to her right and nearly fell off her stool when she saw it was the Dom from the St. Andrew's cross scene earlier. Holy hell, she thought, he's even hotter up close. She covertly looked at him from the corner of her eye, taking in the beautiful tribal tattoo work that covered his well-muscled chest and arms. Tattoos were a love of Bella's and just looking at his made her sure she was leaving a puddle on the bar stool.
When Bella glanced up at his face again, she found, to her surprise, that he was smiling down at her. Even with her being on a tall bar stool he towered over her. He must be 6'3" at least! Hot, hot, hot! Don't get too excited, she reminded herself, no one that looks like that is going to be interested in someone that looks like you. Turning forward again, Bella took another sip of her water.
