Read The Billionaire's Curvy Submissive (BBW Billionaire Erotica Novel) Online

Authors: Denise Avery

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The Billionaire's Curvy Submissive (BBW Billionaire Erotica Novel) (9 page)

The color had drained from Cheryl’s face, and
she backed away from the door, aghast. “You’ll be hearing from my
lawyer,” she said, glaring at Parker.

“You can afford a lawyer from the earnings of
your ridiculous gift shop?” Parker teased. That was the last straw
for Cheryl. She slammed the door and raced down the stairs. Claire
and Parker could hear shattering glass and banging doors as she
went. She was undoubtedly destroying everything in her path, but it
didn’t matter. They were finally alone together, amazed at the
unfolding of the last few minutes.

“You had that planned the whole time, didn’t
you?” Claire asked, amazed.

“That depends,” Parker said, “Did you mean
what you said?”

“Which part?”

“The part about loving me... About making me
happy... Does that mean you want to stay with me?”

“Parker, of course I do! It’s all I want in
the world!”

“You’ll have to leave your own life
behind.”

“My old life was shit.”

“What about your boyfriend?”

“Who? He doesn’t matter. I have to deal with
my apartment...”

“I’ll take care of everything. From here on
out, Claire, you don’t have to worry about a thing. I’m going to
take care of your forever. You’ll never want for leisure, or money,
or support with your art, or my love. You just have to promise me
one thing.”

“What’s that, Parker?”

“You have to promise that you will be mine,
one hundred percent. No more fooling around, no more playing the
field or experimenting, unless of course we do it together. I want
to share my life with you, and my bed... And kitchen table... And
stairs... you get the idea. I want you to be all mine Claire.
Promise that you will be and I promise you the world.”

“I promise, Parker. Now may I ask
something?”

“Anything...”

“Is that your hard cock against my thigh? And
if so, why isn’t it already inside of me?”

“My mistake...” Parker smiled. His dick was
rock hard against Claire’s naked skin. “You just got me so excited,
telling off that bitch the way that you did. You really are one of
a kind, Claire.”

“Enough with the lovey-dovey talk,” Claire
said, wrapping her hands around the pulsating enormity of Parker’s
cock, “I want you to tear me apart like you meant it.”

He happily obliged, forcing her hard into the
bed and hastily redoing her restraints. She struggled truly,
wanting to give him a run for his money, and he pushed her face
firmly into the silky sheets as he finished binding her up.

“Are you going to fuck me?” she asked, loving
the hard dig of his fingers into the skin of her face.

“No,” he responded fiercely, “You haven’t
earned it yet.”

“How can I earn it?” she moaned.

Parker crawled around her prone, trembling
body, spreading his thick thighs over her face. His dick hung down
like forbidden fruit above her mouth, and she reached up to take a
mouthful. He was holding himself just out of her reach, tantalizing
them both. “You be a good girl,” he said, “And choke me down.”

He didn’t need to tell her twice. Claire
hungrily accepted the tip of his gigantic cock into her full-lipped
mouth. She ran her tongue along the tender glans, circling the head
of his dick with tender care, knowing that she was easing toward
the edge with every flick of her tongue. She wished that she could
take his entire package into her mouth at once, but it was too big
for her to get a grasp on. She had to take her time with it.
Slowly, she let the tip of her tongue travel down the length of his
shaft. Parker lowered his mouth to her thighs and gave her tender
skin an earnest bite. She gasped, hoping that he had drawn blood.
She loved to see the tiniest bit of blood from his love bites.

Her lips found their way to his balls and
wrapped first one up and then the other. The wiry hair that coated
his manhood tickled her lips, and she began to drown the enormous
task that was doling attention onto the vast expanse of his
package. She knew that the quickest way to Parker’s heart was
through his dick, so she sucked it hungrily into her mouth, taking
as much of him into her as she could. As she slurped at his shaft,
his tongue found its way to the outermost lips of her pussy,
working inward.

She let out of a cry of delight, and he dug
his fingers into her thighs as if to demand that she keep moving.
She did, indeed, sliding her eager tongue along the tender
underside of his cock as his tongue roved into the recesses of her
cunt, landing finally on her engorged clit. She moaned, nearly
choking on his ever-expanding cock, and the distinct taste of
pre-cum seared her tongue. She began to lick in earnest, sucking
him down ever further into her mouth. His tongue worked against her
clit in a fury. Together, they licked and sucked themselves toward
the cliff that was orgasm. Parker gave her clit a savage tongue
lashing and thrust his mighty fingers into her wet pussy, sending
her toppling over the edge with an ecstatic scream.

Her open, crying mouth was instantly filled
the warm, sticky seed of her lover. Parker came into her mouth,
across her face, onto her chest. She was drenched in his cum,
licking it off her lips, feeling it roll off her face in epic
bursts. She was covered in him, and he was licking her cum-soaked
pussy until it throbbed with the feel of his tongue.

Parker collapsed beside Claire, gasping for
breath. She turned her cum-covered face toward him smiling. She
tugged at her ropes.

“Let me out?” she asked.

“Oh, no,” Parker smiled, “I just divorced my
wife for you. You definitely haven’t earned your freedom yet. I’ll
tell you what you can do, though...”

Claire smiled back at him, ready to do
whatever he pleased. She was his now, forever. It was just what she
had always wanted.

 

 

* * * * *

Chapter 5

* * * * *

 

 

“But... I don’t understand,” Tommy whined,
standing in the doorway of the bedroom that he and Claire had,
until recently, shared. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“I’m not doing anything to you,” Claire
replied, shoving her wardrobe into a gigantic black suitcase, “What
I’m doing has absolutely nothing to do with you, Tommy. For once in
my life, I’m acting for myself, without any regard for ridiculous
hangers-on like you.”

“Jesus. Way to be selfish, Claire.”

“Selfish? That’s pretty rich coming from a
guy who has never once tended to female orgasm in his pathetic two
and half years of fucking.”

“What are you talking about? I got you off
plenty of times.”

“For an actor, Tommy, you sure aren’t very
good at picking up when someone’s putting on a show for you.”

“First of all,” Tommy said, wagging his
finger at his soon-to-be-officially-ex-girlfriend, “I’m not an
actor. I do improv. It’s much harder.”

“Right.”

“And second of all...”

“You don’t have a second point, do you
Tommy?”

“No, not really.”

“Well,” Claire said, zipping up her luggage,
“Why don’t you just improvise?!”

“Claire,” Tommy pleaded, dropping to his
knees in front of her, “Please don’t leave me. I need you here.
What the hell am I going to do without you? You’re like... my rock.
You know? We got each other through college, watched each other
become adults. I mean, you pay most of the rent—”

“Is that why you want me stay? Because of the
rent?” Claire screamed. Tommy looked at her guilty, which was an
answer in and of itself. Claire, slowly simmering to a boil at
Tommy’s indecency, took a deep breath and smiled down at the little
boy she had once considered worthy of her time. His stupid skater
hairdo and ratty sweatshirt were laughable to her now that she knew
what a real man was like.

Claire had been carrying on with an older man
that she’d met a little over a month before on the subway. He had
chased away some pervert who was trying to score a feel of her and,
simultaneously, stole Claire’s heart. Things became more
complicated when Claire realized that her savior was actually her
boss’s husband, but even though she did her best to stay away, he’d
had other ideas.

The man, Parker, had begun inviting Claire to
his townhouse office on the upper east side. What she hadn’t known
when she headed up there for the first time was that the office was
no office at all but a sex den. Parker had told her, once their
saga had begun to play out, that he had purchased the place simply
so that he would have somewhere to bring her when he wanted to tie
her up and fuck her silly. She’d felt appropriately honored at the
gesture.

Tommy still didn’t know the details of
Claire’s exodus. She didn’t have the energy to wade through the
wreckage of his plummeting self-esteem. She just wanted to make her
exit and forget that she had wasted so much time with this loser.
The loser, for his part, was not making it easy for her to get out.
She stared disdainfully down at Tommy, who had planted his body
firmly in her path. Parker was waiting out in the town car, and was
probably getting impatient.

“Just tell me why you’re leaving, Claire, and
I promise to leave you alone?”

“I...” Claire started, not knowing what to
tell the chap, “It’s just that I... Uh... Am a lesbian now?”

“Bullshit.”

“Yeah...” Claire admitted. True, she had
enjoyed some love play with her best friend Savannah of late. The
more experienced girl had let Claire enjoy the wonders of licking
and sucking a pretty girl to orgasm, and that had been a fantastic
experience for them both. Claire felt more confident in
experimenting sexually and pursuing Parker while Savannah got the
benefit of Claire’s natural talents. It was definitely what you’d
call a win-win situation, but it was true that she didn’t feel any
romantic sentiments for Savannah. They were still best friends, to
be sure, but Claire didn’t want to be in a relationship with a girl
that went beyond casual lovemaking.

This was not the case when it came to Parker,
with whom she wanted a lasting, trusting relationship. It may have
seemed a bit odd from the outside, the fact that she trusted him so
implicitly even though their lovemaking was pretty intensely rooted
in the realm of dominant and submissive play. But still, she didn’t
care what their relationship looked like to the world, all she
cared about was her man. Parker had changed the way that she saw
the entire scope of her life, and she loved him for it. She wanted
them to be together for the long run.

This was made easier by the fact that Parker
had recently opted to divorce his wife, and Claire’s former boss,
Cheryl. He’d taken some dramatic steps to make sure that Cheryl
knew he was serious. In fact, he’d orchestrated Cheryl’s walking in
on Parker and Claire locked into some extreme love-making just so
there would be no ifs ands or buts about it later. The technique
seemed to have worked, as neither Claire nor Parker had heard
anything but radio silence from Cheryl. Her lawyer had been in
touch, naturally, but even the outrageous alimony she was
requesting didn’t put a dent in the billions Parker had accrued.
Cheryl was decidedly out the picture, and Claire wished desperately
that Tommy would join her there. But it didn’t look like she was
going to get off that easy this time.

“Just give me one good reason that I should
let you walk out this door,” Tommy said, scrambling to stand
between Claire and her exit.

Just as Claire was parting her lips to reply,
the front door slammed open, knocking Tommy away from his post.
They both looked up, shocked, and Claire was amazed to see Parker
standing in the doorway. He brushed off the sleeve of his Italian
suit jacket and grimaced at the dim, filthy apartment.

“I thought I told you to get a dead bolt?”
Parker chided Claire.

“Must have slipped my mind,” Claire said
softly.

“Are you ready to go?” Parker asked, reaching
for her suitcase. As his hand closed around the handle, Tommy
peeked around the front door, confused.

“Who the hell are you?” Tommy cried, “Claire,
is your Dad helping you move out or something? We’re not even done
talking about all of this?”

“Is this your boyfriend?” Parker asked,
disgustedly.

“Unfortunately,” Claire grumbled, glaring at
the scrappy mess she had dated for far too long.

“I see,” Parker said, looking Tommy up and
down.

“Claire and I were just working through some
things,” Tommy said, doing his best to draw himself up opposite
Parker. It was a futile endeavor. Parker’s built-up, firm physique
towered over Tommy’s scrawny frame, the older man’s razor of a jaw
line made the boy’s look like play-doh. Claire had to hold back her
laughter at the sight. Poor Tommy didn’t stand a chance against so
fine a specimen as Parker.

“Tell you what,” Parker said, “We’re going to
get a move on before we hit rush hour. Places to go, people to see,
and all that. You’re going to wallow here alone and think about how
you could have been better to Claire. Not that you ever could have
been good enough for her, but it’ll be a valuable exercise for the
next little girl that you date. Or boy. Whatever you like.”

“Listen,” Tommy said, his soft jaw beginning
to quiver, “I don’t care if you are her father, I don’t appreciate
being talked to that way.”

“Father?” Parker said with a laugh, “Oh, no,
son. I’m not her father. We’re fucking.”

The color ran out of Tommy’s face. The boy
looked quickly back and forth between the lovers. Claire almost
felt bad for the kid. Almost.

“You mean you were cheating on me?” Tommy
cried, “With someone old enough to be your dad?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Claire shot back,
“He’s hardly old enough to be my uncle.”

“Thanks, darling,” Parker smiled.

“Anytime, sweets,” Claire said, “And besides,
Tommy. You’ve treated me like shit since we first got together. Why
should I give a shit about your feelings now?”

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