The Billionaire's Curvy Submissive (BBW Billionaire Erotica Novel) (8 page)

With a sudden pang of sadness, Claire
wondered what Parker’s inner life was like. They’d spoken, at some
length, about their lives outside of their affair, but Claire
suddenly felt guilty that she hadn’t asked more about him from the
start. He must have thought she was dreadfully self-involved. She
resolved, in that moment, to find out more about the man behind the
incredible dick as soon as she could.

As soon as she could turned out to be right
at that moment. From her position on the bed, Claire saw a movement
deep within the shadows of the cavernous room. Even in the dim glow
of the bedside lamp, she could tell that Parker’s impressive figure
was stalking through the shadows toward her. She twisted against
the ropes and sheets, working herself into a tizzy of anticipation.
A strange, Pavlovian response had taken hold of her, of late.
Whenever she knew that Parker was near, she could not help growing
wetter than a dew-soaked lawn. Knowing he was in the room, she felt
her pussy grow hot and moist. She hoped that she wouldn’t leave a
mark on the sheets... but then again, perhaps she’d get a nice
spanking if she did.

From the heavy darkness at the edge of the
room, Parker emerged before her, towering at the foot of the
four-post bed on which she lay naked, spread eagle, wet at the very
thought of him. He feasted his eyes on her nude body—the sumptuous
peaks of her enormous breasts, her full waist, the ass that you
could just sink your teeth right into (and boy had he ever). Claire
started at him, craning her neck to see over the mounds of her
heavy breasts. Her legs were spread far apart, the lips of her
pussy wide open for him to see. There was nothing protecting her
from him, she was completely at his mercy, and that was exactly the
way they both liked it.

“Hello, dear,” Parker said lightly. He was
wearing a soft, luscious bathrobe and grinning that lopsided,
irresistible grin that Claire had come to adore. She felt her head
begin to swim and he loosened the belt of the robe, unleashing his
naked, bristling body from its cotton-soft sheath. She watched as
the garment fell away first from his shoulders, then his torso, and
finally free of his hips. To her delight, he was already rock solid
down there. His dick stood straight at attention, pulsing with
desire for her. He was the largest man she had ever seen, and it
was still a feat for her to be able to take all of his gigantic
dick inside her. Still, she was committed to the task, and welcomed
the challenge. The payoff, in this case, was far worth the
effort.

Parker rested a hand against the footboard,
smiling across the expanse of silken sheets at his young mistress.
“You look as though you could use some help,” he teased, “Like one
of those maidens tied to the railroad tracks in the old silent
films.”

“Well,” Claire said, “If they enjoyed being
bound half as much as I do, I think that those would be very
different sorts of films, in the end.”

Parker chuckled appreciatively. They were
always able to make each other laugh with their quick wits and
banter. Another unexpected pang of guilt struck Claire in the gut.
What was going on? Why did she all of a sudden feel so attached to
her master of fuckery? She knew the score, that they were just
having wild, passionate sex without any strings attached. By why
was that suddenly not enough for her? Claire started long and hard
at Parker, and was surprised as his expression began to change as
well.

“What is it?” Parker said, and Claire was
touched by the concern in his voice.

“Oh... It’s nothing,” Claire lied, not
wanting to ruin the moment, “I just... Why don’t you come over
here?”

Parker sneered at her, recovering from his
moment of softness. “You know that I’ll come to you when I’m good
and ready and done staring at your tight little pussy.”

There was the Parker she knew. Claire smiled
back at him, not wanting to scare him away with her sudden
anxieties about their relationship. “These ropes as scratching me
up,” she whispered, tugged at her restraints, “Will you loosen them
for me?”

“We both know you don’t really want that,”
Parker chided her, pulling himself onto his knees at the foot of
the bed, “Besides... if I do that, you might just end up scratching
me again.”

Claire blushed deeply at the memory. The last
time they had fucked, a few days ago, she had lost her head and
left deep gashes in Parker’s back with her fingernails. She’d paid
dearly for the transgression of their established
dominant/submissive arrangement by not getting to have sex with him
for three whole days! Her deep desire for him and lack of another
outlet had driven her mad for those seventy-two hours, and she
certainly didn’t want to mess anything up now that she was back in
his bed.

“That’s why I had to bind you,” Parker
explained, advancing toward Claire on all fours, “You’ve been
dreadfully bad, Claire. Really you have.”

“I know, Parker. I know I have...” Claire
gasped, her eyes fixed on the rippling muscles of Parker’s strong
shoulders, the stiff expanse of his cock as it hung heavily between
his toned and solid thighs. How could one man, who was more
beautiful than any model or movie star she had ever seen in any
magazine, be attracted enough to her to bring her back here time
and again? His interest in her was almost beyond her comprehension
and Claire was so grateful for it.

Claire felt her cheeks grow hot and wet, and
she looked up at Parker in horror. She had started to cry,
completely against her own will! She tried in vain to swallow down
the tears, but the effort only made things worse. Parker caught
sight of her sudden upset and sat back on his ankles, looking down
at her with worry in his eyes.

“Claire,” he said softly, “What is it? What’s
wrong?”

The kindness in his voice only pushed her
into the realm of hysterics. The embarrassment of crying in front
of him, coupled with the other emotions raging inside of her caused
a flood of tears to spill forth from Claire’s eyes. She felt
herself growing more grotesque, and would kick her own ass if she
wasn’t tied up.

“I’m sorry...” she sobbed, “I don’t know
what’s come over me...”

Though her vision was obscured with tears,
Claire felt herself being released from the ropes that bound her
and Parker’s soft hands wrapping her in a soft, silky sheet. He
pulled her against her chest with all the compassion of young
suitor and lay down beside her, rocking her softly as the waves of
tears burst over her.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” he cooed, “I
just wish there was some way I could make you feel better. Did I
scare you with all of this? I hope that I didn’t, Claire, I’d feel
so terrible if that were the case.”

“No, no,” Claire said, sniffing through her
tears, “It’s not that at all! I love everything about this,
absolutely everything! You’re so wonderful... and patient... and
kind—”

“Claire, I’ve tied you up in three different
positions this week and dripped hot candle wax onto your tits.”

“Exactly!” Claire sobbed with fresh
waterworks, “I didn’t know anything like this could ever be
possible, but you’ve taught me so much! I just... I wish I could
tell you how much you mean to me. How much I... I...”

“How much you what?” Parker said, looking at
Claire seriously, “How much you what, Claire? How much you...?”

“I can’t say it!” Claire cried, looking
desperately up into Parker’s eager face, “I can’t say what I want
to say!”

“Fine,” Parker said, “I’ll start. Claire, I’m
not a very emotionally available man, generally. I’ve succeeded as
a businessman, as a professional, by closing down my emotional ties
to everything. The last twenty years of my life have been nonstop
competition, backstabbing, fighting tooth and nail to get to the
top. I’ve used and abused so many people, tossed men and women
aside when I could no longer use them to get ahead, you name
it.

I thought that I was done for, that no one
and nothing would ever be able to move me again. But then... Then
one day while I was on the subway, I met an incredible young woman
who, in an instant, began to thaw my heart out of its icy prison.
That young woman was you, Claire. From the moment I laid eyes on
you that day, I knew that I could open myself to you, show the
wildest and dirtiest and messiest parts of my heart and soul and
that you would accept me. I don’t know what it was about you that
spoke to me. Of course you’re gorgeous, and bright, and beautiful,
but you’re more than all that even. Claire, you’re... You’re the
only person that’s ever captured my heart. I love you, Claire. I
love everything about you. I just hope that you feel the same
way.”

Claire stared at Parker, completely taken
aback. He’d put words to everything she had been feeling for the
past month, just like that. For the first time, they looked at each
other as people in love, honest to goodness love that meant more
than a quick illicit fuck. She felt her tears dry on her cheek and
she laid a hand over his rapidly beating heart.

“I love you too, Parker,” she whispered.

“Good,” he said, “I’m glad that’s taken care
of.” He leaned in to kiss her on the mouth, a novel treat that she
rarely enjoyed, given the nature of the typical encounters. As his
full, luscious lips closed around hers, they heard footsteps on the
stairs. Claire sat bolt upright, looked around wildly.

“Who’s out there?!” she hissed, “Are we being
robbed?”

Parker just smiled at her and pulled her
closer to him. “Now, this is going to be unpleasant,” he said
slowly, patting her ash blonde hair, “But just be brave. It’ll all
be over in a minute.”

Claire began to tremble in fear and
confusion, burrowing her face deeper into Parker’s chest and the
footsteps advanced ever closer to their sex chamber. Her heart
threw itself repeatedly against her ribcage until finally the door
burst open. She peeked through her messy blonde hair and, with a
terrible sinking of her stomach, saw that Cheryl was framed in the
doorway.

The older woman blinked against the darkness
of the room, seeming not to comprehend what she was seeing. Parker
and Claire were tangled up in the silk sheets and each other’s
limbs, stark naked and clutching each other. Ropes lay where
Claire’s wrists and ankles had been, and a whip lay discarded on
the carpet where Parker had left it moments before. Cheryl’s
nostrils flared outrageously, and she drew in a deep shuddering
breath. Claire was certain that when she let it out, she would be
breathing fire, dragon that she was. But instead, Cheryl’s usually
boisterous screeching came out as a tiny, deadly whisper.

“What... the fuck... is going on?” the woman
hissed, looking as though she could rip Claire apart before
Parker’s eyes and eat them both for supper, underfed as she was.
Claire looked wildly up at Parker, baffled by their poor fortune at
having been walking in on by his wife. To her extreme amazement,
Parker was laughing. She fell back against the silky sheets, doing
her best to cover up before her boss and wondering what the hell
was going on.

“Hey there, Cheryl!” Parker cried, cracking
up at the sight of his wife. “How’s your day going, kiddo?”

“Parker... What is this?” Cheryl demanded,
planting her hands firmly on the doorjamb, as if she might rip off
a chunk of the wood and attack with it. “What are you doing in bed
with this child?!”

“Excuse me” Claire interjected sweetly, “I’m
actually twenty-two. And I think you’re breaking the door.”

Cheryl eased her grip on the doorframe,
grimacing as specks of paint came off in her hand. She turned her
vile gaze toward Parker, nearly foaming at the mouth. “Why did you
ask me to come here while you were fucking around with my goddamned
cashier?”

“Sales associate...” Claire mumbled.

“Shut up, you little slut!” Cheryl
screeched.

Before Claire could retaliate, she heard
something whizzing through the air and watched as the glass vase
that had been on the bedside table smashed against the wall next to
Cheryl’s head. Cheryl shrunk back, amazedly staring at her husband.
Parker was glaring daggers at the woman, looking very happy with
himself for having launched the glass at her.

“Don’t you ever speak to Claire like that,”
he bellowed, wrapping a protective arm around the girl.

“What are you going to do about it?” Cheryl
screeched, “Hit me like you always wanted to do, you sick
fuck?”

“I wouldn’t give you the satisfaction,”
Parker shouted back, “And besides. I don’t want to touch your
embalmed ass.”

“You son of a bitch...” Cheryl hissed.

“That’s right,” Parker said, “I’m a son of a
bitch, and you’re a cold, frigid, manipulative cunt. I’m so glad
that you could make it here this afternoon. It’ll make the court
proceedings a lot simpler, I’d imagine.”

“What are you talking about?” Cheryl cried,
“What court pro—?”

“Oh... I forgot to mention. Well, this seems
like a perfect time to bring it up,” Parker said gleefully, “I
don’t love you Cheryl, and I haven’t for years. I’m divorcing your
winkled, skinny sad sack of a person. Hope there isn’t any hard
feelings.”

Cheryl stood silently in the doorway, her
eyes darting back and forth between Parker and Claire. “This is
your fault, isn’t it?” Cheryl demanded, staring hard at Claire,
“You threw yourself at him, didn’t you? You filthy little—”

“Actually,” Claire interrupted the woman’s
rant, “I didn’t have to. He was willing enough to throw me down
instead. We love each other, you evil bitch, and I’m going to make
him happier than you could have in a million years. Oh, and also
Cheryl? I don’t want to work at your ridiculous shop anymore. I
quit. Now... If you don’t mind, I was just about to have my pussy
pummeled by your soon-to-be-ex-husband, and I’d like to get into it
as soon as possible. You’re more than welcome to stick around and
see how a real woman makes love, but it would probably just make
you all weepy and pathetic, so if you can get a move on, I know
that we’d both really appreciate it. Make sure not to let the door
hit you on the way out! You probably bruise easily, don’t you, you
skinny bitch?”