The Billionaire's Curvy Submissive (BBW Billionaire Erotica Novel) (13 page)

“Well, what is it about before that’s
bothering you?” Claire asked, finding it very difficult to focus on
their conversation while Parker’s quivering member hung so close to
her pussy.

“It’s just that... I’m afraid our
relationship is not as balanced as it could be.” Parker said with
the effort of not sinking straight into her causing his forehead to
bead up with sweat. “I can’t hurt you Claire and the fact that you
were in a moment’s peril earlier this evening... I don’t know how
to get over that.”

“Well, perhaps if you knew that I was still
in control of every minute of the whole shebang you’d feel better?”
Claire suggested.

“Yeah... yeah, I think that would help.”

“So... how do we...”

Parker’s eyes lit up. “Tell me what to do.”
He said.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” He gasped. “Tell me what you
want me to do, give instructions, take the reins, it’s the only way
I’ll feel better.”

“You want me... to command you?”

“More than anything darling so hurry up and
get started before I explode. What should I do Claire?”

“Um...” Claire uttered. It was not the sort
of thing she was used to. Sure she’d broken down a lot of sexual
boundaries within herself since meeting Parker, but this was
different. This seemed to fly in the face of the basic tenets of
their relationship. Claire had always been the submissive partner
with Parker far more dominant. Would it work to switch things
around like this? Claire took a deep breath, only one way to find
out she thought.

“I want you to pin me down by the shoulders.”
Claire said softly, trying to find her footing within this new
dynamic.

Parker obeyed holding her firmly against the
soft carpet. From her restrained position Claire wrapped her hands
around the throbbing organ between his legs. He groaned while
rearing his head back in pleasure as she worked her hands up and
down the length of his cock.

“Does that feel good?” She asked

“Oh... yes...” He moaned.

“Tell me how good it feels.”

“It feels.. like I could cum... on the
spot...”

“Not yet.” Claire said. “I want to keep you
right at the edge for as long as you can stand it, then I’ll tell
you when you can cum.

I think I could get used to this thought
Claire turning herself on with this new reclamation of her voice.
She knocked Parker’s hand away leaving him to support himself while
positioning her mouth to cock level beneath him. Lying on her back
she took its tip between her lips and gently slid her tongue
against the rim of the head. Parker arched his back forcing his
cock further into Claire’s mouth. She sucked on his dick and took
his balls in her hands to stroke the sensitive orbs. She caressed
his nuts and let one hand stray to his perineum, running her
fingers along the strip of skin that led to his anus.

“Claire!” He gasped from somewhere above her.
She grinned at her ability to surprise him and slipped out from
beneath his arm.

“On your back.” She commanded, and Parker
obliged rolling on top of the downy comforter. His cock rose like a
tent pole before her, and Claire who was on her knees smiled over
the situation. With excruciatingly slow movements she crawled
toward her husband. His breathing becoming rapid as her wet pussy
rubbed against his shivering cock when she lowered herself onto
him. Her slick open slit tantalized him, his hands dug into the
carpet in unbearable anticipation. Claire smiled down at him and
let her fingers close around his nipples. He let out a little gasp
as she pinched them and watched his eyes grow wider.

“I love you.” He gasped. Claire laid a hand
over his mouth.

“I know.” She grinned. “Now lay your thumb
right against my clit.”

He did so eager to please her. She shivered
as he pressed against the pleasure center that hooked up her entire
body to his. He let his fingers play against the folds and lips of
her pussy while rubbing her clit, stroking her through the oncoming
torrent of mind blowing pleasure. She grew wetter and wetter until
balancing on the edge of orgasm, and knowing exactly what would
knock her over that edge. When Parker’s rubbing reached a fever
pitch she impaled herself upon his cock, the sudden thrill of
penetration and the glorious tenderness of her clit made her cum
hard against the stiff member of her husband.

She rode out her orgasm bucking wildly
against Parker’s cock. She dug her hands into his chest and rode
the waves of pleasure until she could barely speak. Parker’s face
was contorted with ecstasy and Claire laughed out loud.

“You wanna cum?” She asked. Parker nodded
vigorously while digging his fingers into her ass.

“Well then,... cum.”

Parker thrust wildly into Claire and came
with the force of a hurricane. He gushed, filling her with flowing,
crashing waves of semen. She hung on for dear life as his seed
dispersed, filling her, completing her in that moment. She
tightened her pussy around his shooting cock and set him off anew.
They writhed together as the last of his cum flowed into her before
collapsing into a heap.

Claire moved her head from Parker’s chest and
smiled up at him.

“Feeling better?” She asked.

He looked down at her stunned, and nodded
dumbly. Claire laughed and slugged him playfully on the shoulder.
“Does that mean I’m allowed to take the reins whenever I want?”

“Whenever... the hell... you want.” he
moaned.

“Did I surprise you?” She asked feigning
innocence.

“Just a little.” He replied. “Where the hell
did you learn that?”

“Where do you think?” She asked looking at
him pointedly.

“Fair enough.” He laughed.“Fair enough.”

“Look it’s getting light out, does that mean
it’s time to get going?” She asked.

“I suppose so.” He responded.

“Alright.” Claire smiled, “The open road
won’t know what hit it.”

* * * * *

Chapter 7

* * * * *

A sharp knock on the door of Claire and
Parker’s post-nuptial suite woke the bride from half party
exhaustion, half sexual coma slumber. She rolled over onto her side
squinting at the red digits of the bedside clock. It was hardly
eight o’clock; they had not called it a night much longer than
three hours ago. Grumpy, and only wanting to stay curled up against
her husband she slowly extracted herself from the sprawling king
bed; desperate not to disturb Parker (who was a surprisingly light
sleeper).

Fumbling in the semi-darkness she put on her
bridal night silky kimono, and made her way to the door cursing
‘whoever’ had the audacity to show up this early. She tried to
collect her unwarranted annoyance thinking it was probably
housekeeping or the like.

“Yes? Yes who is it?”

“Room service.”A voice replied from the other
side.

Claire looked back toward Parker thinking
what a thoughtful man, he must have arranged this last night.
Parker knew his new bride was always famished after a marathon
night of love-making; given last night’s activities she could eat a
horse. She turned the doorknob eager to see what feast her husband
had taken pains to order.

Once the door eased open a knobby figure
knocked against her, dragging what seemed to be a squirming sack of
potatoes. She felt a sharp elbow dig into her upper arm and yelped
in pain. Confused, she stared into the dimness of the suite; the
color drained from her face. Standing right smack in the middle of
the honeymoon suite was Cheryl, Parker’s ex-wife and her-former
employer. The woman, who’d always been startlingly thin, seemed to
have eroded even further since the divorce. She was ridiculously
dolled up for so early in the morning, and Claire realized the sack
of potatoes was Parker’s young son Christopher.

Claire looked back and forth between the
shriveled woman and eight-year-old boy completely lost for words.
She tugged the sides of her kimono more securely as Cheryl’s brow
darkened stormily. The older woman took her time, raking her eyes
over the room taking in every item of luxury and beauty. Aghast, a
sneer split her face in two when she let out a condescending ‘tsk,
tsk’ in Claire’s direction.

“How odd, this is much bigger than the room
Parker and I stayed on our wedding night. Of course, we weren’t
rich then; you see I fell for Parker the man not his wallet.” She
said loudly without regard of her sleeping ex.

“What are you doing here?” Claire hissed,
offended by the womans audacity.

Cheryl grabbed the boy by the wrist and gave
him a little shake.“It’s Parker’s weekend for Christopher so I
thought I’d be a dear and drop him off.” Cheryl said smugly.

“Drop him off, at our hotel room the night
after our wedding?” Claire said completely dumbfounded.

“Well, I picked him up from the party last
night, to which incidentally, I was not invited. So I thought it
would be less hassle for everyone if I simply shuttled him over
here. I’m only trying to make things easier for everyone.”

“Clearly,” Claire muttered while shooting
daggers at her nemesis.

“Nice robe makes you look like a geisha, or
maybe a call girl, in a good way, of course.” She smirked.

“Cheryl, I’m going to need you to—”

“Excuse me; you do not call me Cheryl, my
name is Mrs. Bennett.” She stormed dropping her frivolous tone.

“Actually Cheryl I’m Mrs. Bennett now, and I
need you to get the hell out of our room.” Claire replied with a
steely voice.

Cheryl widened her eyes melodramatically and
clapped her hands over Christopher’s ears, “You poor thing, what a
mean girl your daddy has married. What a horrible, rotten, bitchy
step mom you’ve been dealt. Good thing she will never be your real
mother, that’s me Christopher. She will never love you nearly as
much as I do, and neither will your fa—”

“What is going on, here?” Parker’s voice
rumbled across the room. He had been woken by the harpy screeching
of his ex-wife and lumbered across the room with only a white sheet
shrouding his manhood. He took in the scene unfolding with a
shocked, quizzical expression. His bride was cornered against the
door by his ex-wife bearing down and dragging his overwhelmed son
behind her. This madness needed to end. Now.

“Parker.” Cheryl started in a saccharine
voice. “I was just telling your child bride that—”

“How dare you come here?” Parker said evenly.
“How dare you muddy this day for me and Claire? How dare you
lampoon yourself in front of our son? Don’t you know what an
impressionable age he’s at?”

“What’s ‘lampoon’ mean?” Christopher asked in
a bright, inquisitive voice.

“Never mind.” Parker said clapping him on the
shoulder and hugging him away from Cheryl. “Care to explain
this?”

“It’s your weekend with Christopher, so here
he is.” She said simply.

Parker stared coldly and Claire thought for a
moment he might actually rip her head off. Looking beleaguered he
threw on the clothes nearest to him trying not to expose any of his
naughtier bits. He looked sympathetically at Claire and Christopher
standing helplessly by.

“I’m going to go have a talk with Cheryl, if
you could stay here with Christopher that would be fantastic.”

“Stay here...?” Claire stuttered.

She and Christopher had never actually spent
any one-on-one time together since the whole wedding thing had
gotten underway. In fact, the last time Claire has spent any time
with a kid period had been ten years ago with her little cousin.
And that run-in had resulted in a fractured wrist for her cousin
and a stern talking-to for Claire. She wasn’t fantastic with kids
and she’d really been hoping for a soft landing with the step-mom
thing. But no dice as Parker had already stalked out of the room
with Cheryl trailing like a simpering little poodle. Claire had to
restrain herself from chucking the nearest glass ornament straight
into the back of her bitchy fucking head.

The door closed and Claire was left with
Christopher staring at each other at a loss for words. Christopher
was an adorable little kid, clearly having the benefit of his dad’s
genes rather than his mother’s. He was a good foot shorter than
Claire, and sported a hoodie for some team or other; Claire was
hopeless with sports. His bright blue eyes looked up at Claire
expecting her to begin the conversation. Her mind fumbled around
with a dozen conversation starters, none of which seemed
appropriate for the little guy. What could she lead with? ‘Hey that
mom of yours is a real bitch’ or ‘Your dad is pretty fucking
fantastic in the sack’. Not so much.

“So you’re my step mom now huh.” He said.

Claire stared at him open-mouthed, she was
unbelievably relieved that he had started the conversation, and a
little embarrassed that he had to pick up the slack for her.

“That’s right.” Claire squeaked wishing she
had thrown on some addition to her thin kimono.

“How old are you?” Christopher asked
innocently.

“I’m twenty-two; I’ll be twenty three in a
month.”

“Huh..”

“How old are you?”

“I’m eight; does that mean that you’re closer
to my age than dad’s?”

“You... uh... must like math?” Claire said
lamely.

“Tons, I’m sorry my mom was mean to you,
she’s just sad that’s all. Can I watch TV?”

“Oh... uh... sure.” Claire sputtered
completely at a loss before this mature little boy.

With a mother like Cheryl she’d expected him
to be dreadfully irritating. But it seemed the responsibility of
dealing with a mess of a mother and a distant father had grown him
up pretty quickly. Claire couldn’t decide whether such facts made
her happy or infinitely sad.

Christopher rushed toward the TV set and
quickly began to scroll through the channels. Claire sat beside him
on the sofa trying to forget she and Parker had fucked on it and
other surfaces only hours earlier. He finally found a show he was
content to watch and settled down into the cushions. To Claire’s
great surprise he nuzzled up against her side as they watched. She
was so moved by his demonstration of warmth that she didn’t even
pause to wonder if she was ready to be a step mom. She accepted the
fact for what it was and moved forward.