The Billionaire's Curvy Submissive (BBW Billionaire Erotica Novel) (19 page)

“That’s ridiculous,” Parker spat, “I’ve been
so far inside of you, I’m surprised your nose didn’t start to
bleed. I’ve fucked you in every position, on every surface, that
man has dreamed up and created. You’ve cried out my name time and
again, begging me to give it you, cum inside of you. You’re telling
me that you’re just a really fantastic actress, Claire?”

“No,” Claire said simply, “I can just tell a
bad actor when I see one. See, the thing is... I don’t feel
anything right now. I don’t feel betrayed, or lost, or in mourning
over us because I can see now that there was never any us to begin
with. All those times we fucked, you were just playacting. You
never really loved me, I can see that now. And I’m not just blaming
you. Because I never loved you either. Never. Not once. I thought
you had a nice cock, don’t get me wrong, but we were both just
playing make believe.”

Parker stared at her, at a loss for words.
Claire met his gaze with a clear head and firm heart. Everything
was becoming clear to her. She could see Parker for what he was—a
rich, bloated, uncaring aristocrat. A womanizer, a fake, and phony.
Sure, he had money to burn, but he had no heart when it came down
to it. She could have been any girl on the subway, and it would
have been all the same to him. Sure, he was a fan of her figure,
but he couldn’t read her soul. Not the way that a man she really
loved could.

“You’re a place holder,” she said, “That’s
it, exactly. You came into my life, shook things up a bit, and I
think I’ll always be grateful for that. Grateful to you. You taught
me how to accept things that are bigger than myself, but it was
like riding a bike with training wheels. I’m ready to really soar,
now. And it won’t be with you, Parker. You’re nothing but another
phase that I had to outgrow. We’re done, you and me. I’m surprised
that we made it this far before realizing it was a joke.”

“Now wait just a minute,” Parker said, “You
don’t get to decide when this is over. I’m in charge! You belong to
me, little miss thing. I plucked you up out of obscurity, I gave
you a home, and the best sex of your life, a beautiful wedding, and
everything that you could have ever wanted. You don’t get to have
the final say about us. I mean honestly... What are you thinking?
You’re nothing without me! Have you taken a look at the outside
world, lately? The economy? You’re unemployable, passably
intelligent, and hopeless without someone to take care of you.
You’ll never make it on your own.”

“No, you’re right,” Claire said, “I won’t
make it on my own, because I am someone who needs to be loved. I
need someone to love who loves me back, who doesn’t need to use me
or depend on me. I don’t want to be submissive anyone, and I don’t
want to be dominant, I just want to be myself. I just want to be
whoever I am today, and have someone beside me to appreciate that.
I thought that someone would be you, Parker. I really did. But it’s
never going to happen. I need a partner, not an erection who
sometimes buys me pretty things. Thank you for making that
abundantly clear to me.”

“You’re bluffing,” Parker said, “You just
want me to treat you more nicely.”

“No,” Claire said, “I just want you to go.
Get in your ridiculous RV and hit the road.”

“It’s not an RV. It’s a luxury vehicle,”
Parker snarled, “And I’m not just going to leave you here in the
middle of the woods. With all the money I’ve spent on you, you owe
me at least a decade of great sex.”

“I don’t owe you anything,” Claire said,
“Because you’re nothing, Parker. You’re nothing.”

Parker’s jaw fell as he took stock of the
woman standing before him. Where had the timid, submissive, young
schoolgirl gone? The one that he had wooed with illusions of
grandeur and intrigue? Claire held her ground against the man who
had once made her his sexual plaything, made her feel as though she
could not possibly go on without him, that she wasn’t capable of
doing so.

She felt that the veil had been ripped from
her eyes, that she could finally see the truth. And the truth was
that Parker did not, in fact, love her as she deserved to be loved.
He had enjoyed her body, perhaps even her company. He had enjoyed
his privileged position in their relationship as the older and
wiser man. He’d especially enjoyed being able to trade in one wife
for another, swapping out women as if they were dress shirts. Yes,
Parker had loved all of these things during his time with Claire,
but he had never actually loved Claire herself. And she knew that
this could not stand, that she deserved to be loved for no other
reason than that she was herself.

“So, what,” Parker said quietly, “You’re just
going to stay out here in the woods? Shrivel up and die under some
tree as you try and make your way back to the city?”

“I’m not going back to the city, that’s for
sure,” Claire said, crossing her arms, “There’s nothing for me
there but more assholes like you who think that I’m just ripe for
the picking.”

“Jesus, you’re so naive,” Parker said, “You
think there’s a man in this world who doesn’t think that way?
You’re dreaming.”

As Claire opened her mouth to speak, the
bedroom door opened behind her. Sam appeared in the doorway,
dressed this time, and looked at Parker with cold, clear eyes.

“I have to beg to differ,” Sam said, “Not all
men are like you. Not all men look at a woman and see nothing but
what she can do to them in bed.”

“I see,” Parker sneered, “So, you’re the kind
of man that Claire really needs, is that it? For god’s sake, you’re
still a boy.”

In a flash, Sam was across the room, and
holding Parker by the collar of his expensive jacket. Claire felt
her stomach turn over, realizing that this could escalate very
quickly. Should I step in? She asked herself, seeing the look of
abject horror in Parker’s eyes. Could he even defend himself in a
fight against someone who is fully able to take him on? How would
he feel about being dominated when it wasn’t just a sexy charade?
Claire decided to find out. She backed up into the bedroom doorway
and waited for the tense scene to resolve itself.

Parker looked at the scrappy young man who
was on the verge of beating the living shit out of him. In a
moment, Claire could see that Parker knew just as well as Sam that
he was beat before they’d even begun. Parker looked to Claire, his
eyes asking her one last time whether she was serious in this. She
looked back at him calmly, coolly, and he had his answer. With his
jaw set, Parker scrambled out of Sam’s grip. Sam, realizing that
this joke of a man was no real threat under pressure, released him
unharmed. Parker looked between Claire and Sam, a dejected old
dog.

“You two enjoy yourselves,” he said, turning
to leave.

“Oh, we will,” Claire spoke up, “Especially
with the alimony you’re going to give me.”

“Alimony?” Parker cackled, “I just caught you
in bed with another man!”

“You don’t have proof of anything,” Claire
said, “And besides, my dear, I don’t remember signing a pre-nup. Do
you?”

Parker’s face fell, and Claire knew that she
had him beat. He was going to pay dearly for the months of her life
that he had stolen, the physical and psychological pain he had put
her through. He was going to pay for every scratch and bruise,
every moment where she was made to feel like she was nothing more
than a sexy body.

“I suggest you get moving,” Sam said
warningly. Parker shrugged like a petulant teenager, turned on his
heel, and stormed out through the front door. Sam and Claire
listened as the sound of his footsteps retreated, fading into the
woods. As the steps grew softer, Claire could feel the incredible
pressure of her relationship with Parker lifting. It was as though
someone had taken an enormous weight off her shoulders. Looking at
Sam, she realized that someone had.

Sam smiled bashfully at Claire, “Is this an
everyday occurrence for you?”

“That’s tough to say,” Claire laughed, “My
life has gone from zero to sixty these past few months. I never
seem to know what’s going to happen next. It’s so strange... Before
Parker, everything was shit. When he found me, it was like any
change was for the better. And isn’t that was every girl wants? The
kind of security he had to offer?”

“From what I can tell, you’ll still have that
security,” Sam reminded her, “Only now, you’ll be able to find a
man who can take care of all your needs, not just when it comes to
your wallet. That kind of man can never be reached, Claire. That
kind of man exists for one reason only, and that reason is sheer
greed. Oh, sure, lust creeps in there too, but it’s just an
extension of greed. Those men are collectors of women. They don’t
care which model they’ve got, it’s all about the newest one.”

“I’m guessing you’re not like that?” Claire
said.

“Hell no,” Sam said, “When I find the woman I
love, I’m going to spend the rest of my life with her. No messing
around, no newer models. Nothing at all like that.”

“That’s going to be one lucky woman,” Claire
said.

“I hope she thinks so,” Sam said, advancing
toward Claire, “What... Uh... What would you think?”

“What do you mean?” Claire said.

“Well... Hypothetically,” Sam said, “If you
were the woman that I fell in love with... Would you interested in
this kind of life out here? It’s nothing fancy, like that guy had
to offer. There aren’t any plushy robes or champagne or—”

“I’m kind of sick of champagne,” Claire
interrupted, “But I’d love a beer.”

Sam smiled and turned toward the kitchen.
Claire watched him walk away, her eyes glued to the firm swell of
his ass in a well-worn pair of jeans. He really was the epitome of
all things masculine, all things virile. His manhood wasn’t
cultivated or put on like Parker’s had been. Where Parker had
expensive aftershave, Sam had the musk of a real man. Where Parker
had expensive suits and tailored jackets, Sam had flannel and denim
that fit him like a glove without any effort at all. Sam was the
kind of man that you grew old with, where Parker was the kind of
man that you grew out of.

Claire watched the lines of Sam’s body as he
popped open a couple of beer bottles and returned to her. He moved
like an animal, all muscle and sinew. She felt herself getting
excited at the prospect of seeing exactly what those muscles could
do. Sam handed Claire a beer, and their fingers met on the bottle.
A barrage of butterflies was let loose in Claire’s abdomen. She was
stunned by how powerfully she was moved by the slightest touch from
Sam.

Their eyes lingered on each other as they
stood silently in the bedroom doorway. Claire’s heart beat
insistently against her chest—the mere proximity of this man was
driving her wild. She brought the bottle to her lips and took a
long swig, letting her mouth caress the bottle. She wrapped her
lips around the mouth of the bottle, imagining it was Sam’s cock,
and she could see that he was thinking the same thing. He looked a
long swig from his own beer, snatched her bottle away, and placed
them firmly on the ground. Clearly, he was looking to wet his
whistle a bit more directly.

Sam pulled Claire against him, and she could
feel immediately that he was hard as a rock. His dick pressed
against her, exactly against where she knew he longed to put it.
Greedily, she let her hands travel down Sam’s firm body until she
had her hands wrapped around his massive member. His eyes fluttered
closed in ecstasy, and he drew a deep breath. He was drinking in
the moment, living in it wholly. Claire decided that, for better or
worse, that was what she was going to do from that moment on. Live
in the moment, whatever that meant for her present, or her
future.

She began to rub him, running her hands up
and down his ever-growing cock. Sam let out soft moans of pleasure,
relishing in the sensation of her hands on him. His fingers dug
into her ass, pulling her in ever closer to him. Claire brought her
lips to Sam’s, and kissed him deeply. As she coddled his dick, his
tongue rubbed against hers in a rhythm of force and desire. She
could taste how much he wanted her, taste the level of intensity
with which he needed to be inside of her. And she found that she
was more than happy to let him all the way in.

Claire slid down to her knees before Sam
could stop her, nudging him back until he was backed up against the
doorframe. Quickly, she undid his belt buckle and pulled his jeans
down away from his groin. She let out a little purr of approval as
his cock was once again revealed to her in all its throbbing glory.
As if it were an act of worship, she wrapped her hands around his
shaft, amazed by the girth of his throbbing organ. She peered up
into his ravenous eyes and saw that he was dying to be taken into
her mouth.

She let her lips part, keeping her eyes
trained on Sam’s. Slowly, she brought her mouth to the bulging head
of Sam’s dick, and closed her lips around him. He drew in a sharp
breath as her tongue flicked against his hyper-sensitive glans. She
began to work his cock with one hand, up and down the shaft with
just the right amount of pressure. She let her other hand travel to
his balls, cupping them gently as she licked and sucked at his
cock.

Sam slid his fingers through her hair,
holding on for dear life against the overwhelming pleasure searing
his nerves. Claire took as much of him into her mouth as she could,
but he was a big boy. Still, her didn’t seem to mind. She let her
tongue swirl around the head of Sam’s cock, savoring the feel of it
in her mouth. He was getting harder by the minute, and she wondered
how long he would last.

She didn’t get the answer she was looking
for. Before she knew what was happening, Claire was flat on her
back on the carpet with Sam straddling her, looking intent on
screwing her into the floor. That prospect was just fine with
Claire. Hurriedly, Sam tore away at the layers of clothing that
were keeping her body from him. Drinking in the sight of her naked
flesh, Sam brought his fingers to her pussy. He didn’t mess around,
this one. With a jolt, Claire felt Sam’s fingers find her tender
clit in the wetness of her already sopping pussy. She gasped as he
went to work, kneading and flicking her all the way to orgasm. She
felt herself on the verge of coming, and just as she reached the
precipice, Sam thrust his gigantic cock into her soaking wet
pussy.