The Billionaire's Curvy Submissive (BBW Billionaire Erotica Novel) (11 page)

Claire happily obliged, turning slowly on her
heel so that Parker could get a good view of her luscious bottom.
As his eyes fell upon the firm swell of her ass, he let out a
lustful groan. Claire turned back to face him, her eyes wide and
her body ready.

“I’ve always let you do what you wanted with
me,” Claire said, “Haven’t I?”

“Sure you have,” Parker replied, his eyes
transfixed by her hourglass figure.

“Well,” Claire said, “I have a request for
you this time.”

Parker’s eyes flicked upward to her face,
eager. “Anything,” he said.

“OK,” said Claire, “I want you to promise me
that you’ll never hold anything back from me. Even if you think
I’ll get freaked out or nervous. I want all of you. Everything that
you are. Even the dirtiest, nastiest bits. OK? Do you promise?”

In response, Parker reached into their
treasure chest and pulled out a pair of shiny handcuffs. He raised
an eyebrow and smiled at her—and that smile was the only promise
she needed.

Parker advanced on his bride slowly, as she
stood rooted in place before him. Without a word, he circled her,
drinking in the sight of her. Suddenly, he wrenched her arms behind
her and secured them with the cuffs, locking her wrists in the cool
metal. The cold feel of the cuffs turned her nipples hard and her
pussy wet. She couldn’t wait to see what else he had in store.

She felt his hot breath on her neck from his
place behind her. He pressed his body against hers, and she felt
his dick grow hard against her. She loved knowing what she did to
him, and yearned to reach for her favorite cock, but he was in
charge. His hands wrapped themselves around her heaving breasts,
his fingers testing the metal clasps running down the front of the
garment.

With a sharp tug, Parker ripped the corset
down the front, sending clasps flying around the world. Claire
gasped as her breasts fell out of their containment, falling
against the swell of her belly.

“Sorry,” Parker said tossing the corset
aside, “I’ll buy you a new one.”

His fingers deftly found her alert nipples,
teasing the erect nubs. She burrowed her face against his neck as
he tweaked and pinched her tender nipples. She let her tongue flick
against her husband’s neck and, as if activated by her touch, he
turned her forcefully around and pushed her down onto the bed.

She fell heavily into the sheets, bound as
she was, and winced as the cuffs ate into the skin of her wrists.
Parker stared down at her and grabbed onto her ankles. He pulled
her forward so that her ass rested against the edge of the bed and
lowered his head to her crotch. He let his tongue flick playfully
against her clit through the silk thong, and Claire nearly came on
the spot. But he wasn’t about to let her go that easily. He raked
his teeth against her fleshy thighs and closed them around the thin
string of her thong. With a fierce toss of his head, he tore the
flimsy panties from her waist, revealing the warm, wet depth of her
pussy.

Parker moaned, drinking in the smell of her
female fragrance. He eyed the garters at her thighs and smiled.
“Those stay,” he decided, and ran his hands along her inner thighs.
He began to finger her gently, rubbing all the right places. Claire
closed her eyes tightly, letting the pleasure build in her gut.
Parker grabbed onto her thighs and pushed them back against her
chest, diving face first into her cunt. As he licked and sucked at
her, he expertly removed his own clothing, unleashing his monstrous
cock, rippling chest and shoulders, his powerful thighs.

They were naked together, man and wife...
except for the garters and cuffs, of course. Parker stood up and
lay Claire’s calves over his shoulders. Her breath caught into her
chest as she felt the stiffness of his cock against her wet and
waiting pussy. With a mighty thrust, Parker pushed himself into the
folds of Claire’s pussy, alleviating the ache of anticipation oh so
sweetly. Claire raised her pelvis to accept her husband’s cock,
rocking against his impressive manhood like her life depended on
it.

With each thrust, Parker drove deeper into
his bride, until she was fairly certain that he’s go straight
through her. His faced was screwed up with pleasure and, as he
continued to pummel her, he let his fingers play against her
clit.

“Come with me,” he demanded.

“Come on me,” she countered.

They were more than happy to abide by the
other. With a mighty buck of his dick and rub of his thumb, Parker
sent Claire barreling into a mind-blowing orgasm. She let out a
shriek of animal pleasure as Parker tugged his cock from the wet
depths of her and she quickly reached down to jerk him as cum
splayed across her tits. The warm seed splashed across her soft
belly and billowing tits, coating her and filling her chest with
delight. He came mightily, spilling his seed over her in gushing
streams. She basked in the sticky wet of his juices, wondering how
she could have ever gotten so goddamned lucky.

Finally, Parker collapsed over her,
supporting himself on strong arms. He blinked down at her,
astounded as ever by the force of his own orgasm, her extreme
beauty, and her love. He reached under her and gently undid the
cuffs, marveling at the welts left behind. She smiled at him,
assuring him that it was OK, and that she liked it.

He settled down besides her, curling around
her like a big spoon. She collapsed against him, enjoying the
embrace, enjoying his roving hands that rested first on her hips,
then on her belly, and her breasts. She looked around the gorgeous
suite, at her wedding dress on the floor, at the barrel of sex toys
they’d be able to test out together. She felt happy tears in her
eyes, her body begin to shake.

Parker clutched her closer in concern, “What
is it, baby? Are you OK?”

“OK?” Claire laughed through her tears, “I’m
ecstatic! I don’t understand how this all happened. How did I get
to be the luckiest fucking girl in the world? Look at you! You’re a
gorgeous, successful, powerful, dangerous, compassionate man. And
you’re all mine! All this is mine. Parker, I have to ask. Why did
you choose me?”

She felt his strong arms close around her.
“Oh, Claire,” he said, “Don’t you understand? As soon as I saw you,
I had no choice. It was always you, darling. And it always will
be.”

She closed her eyes, suddenly feeling the
call of contented sleep. She drifted off in Parker’s arms, secure
and happy with her new life. If this is what people called
submission, she was fine submitting to their definition. She
wouldn’t want her life any other way.

* * * * *

Chapter 6

* * * * *

The first thing that swam across Claire’s
bleary vision was the blurry outline of a man’s face. Confused and
addled, she felt a sharp stab of panic ram against her ribcage. Why
was everything so foggy? Where was she? Who was looming over
her?

“Claire? Darling?” She heard a deep voice
which seemed as if it was calling from across a canyon.

The world above her was a pointillist
nightmare of black and white spots popping across the scope of her
vision. She was finding it difficult to breathe and couldn’t
remember why.

“Get off of me”, she moaned while weakly
batting at the figure she could vaguely sense in her proximity.
“Who are you? What do you want from me?”

A strong pair of hands closed around her limp
wrists. She recognized the grip immediately, and felt calmed by the
force of this contact. Her husband’s grasp was one she would never
forget or mistake for another’s. She instantly felt a wave of
calmness gush through her consciousness; Parker was here so she was
safe.

“Can you hear me? Claire, are you there?”
Parker asked softly with some urgency. “Claire, if you’re awake
baby, say something?”

“Wh-why.” Claire struggled to form words.
“Why can’t I breathe?”

“Oh! Oh, God” Parker exclaimed and let go of
her wrists.

She felt his hands fumbling along her torso
and a welcome relief flooded her body. “I should have taken the
corset off sooner. I’m sorry, darling, that was grossly
irresponsible of me.”

“Did I, Did I pass out?” Claire asked still
completely baffled.

The last thing she could remember was
Parker’s forearm pressing against her windpipe when he drove his
thick, rock solid member deep inside of her. She actually felt
lightheaded all over again just recalling it. The man certainly
knew how to leave an impression.

“Yes you lost consciousness for a moment.”
Parker said.

Claire was distressed to see that guilt was
clouding his usually clear and beautiful brow. She placed her hands
on his cheeks which were just beginning to show a five o’clock
shadow.

“Hey, don’t look so concerned,” Claire said
lightly. “You’re right; the corset was a technical foul. I was just
so excited to try on all the stuff Savannah got us that I became
over eager. I don’t think these tits were made to be forced into a
corset. Not unless I was planning to sit around a tea table all
day, which incidentally is the exact opposite of what you and I
generally get up to. Screwing on a tea table, maybe, but…”

“Stop turning this into a joke.” Parker said
in a steely tone. “You could have been seriously hurt and it would
have been my fault. Is it how you want to remember our wedding
night, a fractured rib, concussion and permanent brain damage?”

“That last bit may have gone a bit too far,
darling,” Claire smiled weakly into the depth of Parker’s
storminess, “Besides, isn’t this sort of thing to be expected? You
know... the way we do things? I mean, surely sooner or later
something’s got to give. A little bump on the head never killed
anyone right?”

“You’re fucking with me, right?” Parker
growled looking furious.

Claire’s exposed skin prickled in
anticipation of his wrath. Generally it was a feeling she looked
forward to, but not so much this time. “Did I say something wrong?”
Claire asked in a tiny voice.

Her fingers found the thick, downy comforter
of their wedding suite and pulled it around her naked body. Parker
stared at her for a moment that seemed to span years. She suddenly
felt very young under his scornful wrath, a little girl caught
playing with her mother’s makeup, or kissing a neighborhood boy
behind the family shed.

She felt precocious for being there with him
and hated the sensation. Parker had never once condescended to or
patronized, by making her feel too young for him. But here she had
clearly crossed into territory that established her as a very silly
girl.

“Claire.” Parker began doing his level best
not to shout at her. “How could you possibly think that I would
take the matter of your safety so lightly? Did you imagine me
becoming careless with your body, your health? Are you so deluded
about our relationship to think I’m a monster or some bloody animal
that can’t control its urges?

“No! No, of course not,” Claire pleaded with
tears coming quickly to her eyes. “I didn’t mean that at all,
Parker; I know you would never let anything happen to me; I was
only trying to make you feel better.”

“By painting me as a fuck-happy ogre?” Parker
hissed looking away.

“I didn’t... I didn’t mean it like that.” She
said fighting against the lump accumulating in her throat. “Please
don’t be angry with me.”

“I’m not angry.” Parker said rising up from
the gigantic bed and moving toward the bathroom, “I just feel
distant from you right now.” He closed the door behind him with
firm, but respectful force, and Claire finally felt the tears pour
forth from her eyes.

After glancing around the beautiful suite she
wrapped the comforter around like a cape and made her way to the
picture window. She gazed out at the sprawling expanse of New York
City; dawn was breaking to light the sky over the East River.
Daylight would soon erase the neon emblems glowing so powerfully
beneath her.

How had things come to this? Just hours
earlier she and Parker had been celebrating their union as man and
wife; the rooftop oasis was packed with family and friends. Claire
had finally felt everything she ever wanted was within her grasp.
Her art was being noticed in the city and she was wed to the man of
her dreams. Her self-consciousness had been erased by astounding
good fortune that life had thrown her way. And she’d ruined
everything?

Claire felt her knees go weak and sank slowly
onto the soft white carpet of the suite. She rested her forehead
against the cool glass of the window as tears cascaded down her
face. She’d never been a very pretty crier; unlike girls in the
movies who simply became dew-eyed and looked gorgeous. No, when
Claire cried it was not a pretty sight. Red blotches splattered her
cheeks, her eyes puffed up until she could barely see and her nose
ran incessantly. Then there were the sounds; no dainty whimpering
or melancholy sighing for Claire, more like the death rattle of a
wounded hyena. Certain things just can’t be helped.

Her sniffling moans were so loud that she did
not hear Parker approach. She jumped when his firm arms wrapped her
up; he was back and she was safe as ever. She collapsed against his
chest; heaving as the sorrow of growing apart even for a moment
ripped through her body.

“What’s going on?” She asked lifting her
tear-streaked face to his. Parker looked down at her with a warm,
sad expression. She swore she could see tears beginning to well in
his ice blue eyes.

“You’ve never felt this way either have you?”
He asked quietly while stroking her wilting curls. “Like you could
rip yourself in two for the sake of someone else? Also if anything
was to come between you, you would never recover?”

Claire nodded furiously, marveling once again
at his seeming ability to read her mind. Parker hugged her closer
to his chest, her ear resting on his rapidly beating heart. She
realized in that moment what had upset her so much. For a fleeting
moment she had glimpsed at what her world would be if she did not
have Parker. Looking out over the greatest city in the world;
seeing thousands of different lives all being led at once; she knew
no other life, but this would ever satisfy her. It would be
impossible.