The Billionaire's Curvy Submissive (BBW Billionaire Erotica Novel) (10 page)

“I treated you like royalty,” Tommy pouted,
looking like he was going to cry.

“The kind of royalty that scrubs the floor
and does the dishes, maybe,” Claire laughed, “but not the kind of
royalty that anyone wants to be.”

“This is such bullshit!” Tommy yelled,
hitting his fist weakly against the wall of the apartment. “You
can’t leave me saddled with this! How am I supposed to pay for this
place myself? There isn’t much money in freelancing!”

“You know,” Parker said, “I was going to
offer to buy Claire out of the lease and let you squat here because
I felt bad about stealing her away from you. But you’re such an
obnoxious little punk that I’ve changed my mind. You can figure it
out on your own, sport. Consider it a lesson in adulthood.”

Tommy stared dumbly at Parker as the older
man grabbed Claire’s suitcase and began rolling it toward the
elevator. Without a second glance back at the boy she had once
fancied herself in love with or the apartment she had slowly lost
hope in, Claire darted after her knight in shining Italian armor.
Like a fairy tale princess fleeing the evil castle, Claire was
getting out of this rat trap forever. She was off to a new kingdom
filled with copious amounts of passionate sex, all the best
fineries in the world, and maybe even a dungeon for... god only
knows.

Claire threw herself into the passenger seat
of Parker’s town car, smiling broadly. Parker started the engine
and, just like that, they were headed out of Brooklyn for good.
Claire leaned back in her seat, content, and let her hand wander
over the Parker’s lap. She began to stroke his member through the
expensive material of his trousers. He smiled over at her, shaking
his head.

“Are you giving me a thank you hand job?” he
asked incredulously.

“Do you want me to stop?” Claire asked
innocently, moving her hand along his quickly swelling dick.

“Just don’t start anything you don’t intend
to finish,” Parker warned. Claire read his message loud and clear.
And Parker guided the car through the quiet side streets of her
Brooklyn neighborhood, Claire undid his pants and slid her hand
around his massive, hard cock. She loved and lived for the first
moment of contact between their skin, and she groaned a little as
her fingers wrapped themselves around his mighty manhood. She
worked his dick, moving first one hand then two up and down the
impressive length of him, working herself into a tizzy. Parker kept
his eyes on the road with little difficulty, allowing his lashes to
flutter only once when Claire applied some good solid pressure to
his sensitive organ.

Smiling, Claire rolled over onto her knees in
the passenger seat. She was not a small girl, and she had to jiggle
herself around in order to get situated. Parker moaned at the sight
of her gigantic breasts knocking around in the front of her
sweater. She laughed and lowered her head out of the sight of
passing cars. She took a moment to be amazed at this new creature
that she had become. Old Claire would never have given a blow job
in a moving car, but new Claire was salivating at the thought.
Tucking her ash blonde hair behind her ears, Claire drew Parker’s
cock out of its material prison. She stared at the thick, pulsing
member in appreciation. She sure was a lucky girl.

She let her full lips rest against the moist
head of Parker’s cock, enjoying the sensual shudder that ran
through his body at her touch. She was going to give him the ride
of his life, whether he was ready or not. Claire parted her lips
and let them slide over Parker’s dick, taking just the tip into her
eager mouth. Her swift tongue ran along the edge of his tender
glans, moving at an excruciatingly slow place. Parker kept one hand
on the steering wheel and let the other wrap itself around Claire’s
hair. He forced her head down, urging her to take as much of him
into her mouth as she could. The girl happily obliged, feeling his
swelling dick fill her entire mouth and then some. She let her
tongue dance against the tender underside of his organ, loving the
way his hips rocked so slowly, forcing his dick ever further down
her throat.

She was dizzy with the effort of swallowing
him, and began to move her mouth up and down along his dick. Her
hands closed around his enormous balls, tickling them
ever-so-softly, cupping first one firm orb and then the other.
Parker’s breathing became faster, and he grabbed with firm fingers
at Claire’s back. She could taste that he was close to cumming, and
got excited herself. She pulled away from his dick for just a
moment to tell him how incredibly wet it was making her to pleasure
him like this.

“I wish you could feel it,” she
whispered.

“First things first,” he said.

She happily took the hint and dove back into
her task, letting his cock fill her mouth, tickle her throat. Her
tongue danced against his head, while her hands worked his shaft
and balls. She knew exactly how to touch him and knew that she did.
With expert care, she worked ever closer toward orgasm until
finally, he burst. With an animal moan he came, his seed surging
into Claire’s waiting mouth. She cupped his dick and slurped
happily at his cum, loving the warm taste of him as he washed over
her tongue and down her throat. She wanted every little bit of him
in her that she could get, and happily accepted this offering.

Claire licked her lips, savoring the last bit
of his delicious seed. She lay her head against his leg and gently
redressed his now-happy cock. Who knew that such illicit deeds
could offer such contentment? She felt like she could stay there
forever, like a child being rocked to sleep, happy that the world
was at peace. Parker lay his hand in her hair, gently stroking it.
The way that he jumped from tender to brutal never failed to excite
her. She knew that their life together would certainly never be
boring!

In utter peace, Claire drifted off to sleep.
She knew that men were prone to naps after sex, but after working a
gigantic dick like Parker’s, she needed a nap as well! She awoke
what felt like a moment later only to realize that she’d slept
through the whole journey from Brooklyn to Manhattan. She sat up as
Parker parked the car, embarrassed at having passed out.

“I’m sorry about that,” she said.

“Don’t worry,” Parker smiled.

“Are we back at the townhouse?” Claire
asked.

“Not exactly,” Parker said, “We needed to
make a pit stop first.”

“What kind of pit stop?”

“Well, why don’t you look out the window and
see?” Parker said.

Claire jerked her head around and realized
that they were parked right on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan. She
blinked out into the bright light of day and took in her
surroundings. They were parked before a department store with
beautiful displays in the windows of what looked like...

“Wedding dresses?” Claire said, feeling the
wind leave her body, “Parker...”

“Am I being too presumptuous?” he said
apologetically. “Let me start over...” from the front pocket of his
suit, Parker drew a tiny box. Claire recognized it from a million
and a half romantic comedies, but could still hardly believe that
the heroine this time was her! Parker opened the box, presenting it
to Claire. Inside was the most gorgeous ring that Claire had even
seen. It was a gigantic, art deco inspired piece, with a rose cut
diamond surrounded by pearly opals. The platinum band shone in the
afternoon sunlight, and Claire could hardly rip her eyes away from
the piece.

“Parker...” she breathed, feeling her throat
grow thick with tears, “I don’t know what to say...”

“Oh course you don’t,” he said, “I haven’t
asked you anything yet.”

“Oh. Right.”

“Here goes. Claire, I knew from the moment my
eyes landed on you in that subway car that I needed you, fully. I
couldn’t have guessed then the depth of your kindness, your
intelligence, and your beauty. And man would be lucky to have you,
and I hope that you’ll make me the luckiest man in the world by
agreeing to marry me. Will, you Claire?”

“Of course, dummy!” she wept, throwing her
arms around Parker’s thick neck.

He chuckled and slid the ring onto her
finger. It looked even better on her than it did in the box! Claire
saw tears shining in her new fiancé’s eyes and wondered how the
hell they had arrived at this point. She couldn’t make sense of it,
but she was so happy to be his that she didn’t bother parsing the
issue too thoroughly.

“Let’s go get you a dress, my dear,” he said,
smiling radiantly at her, “You are going to make the most beautiful
bride...”

“Guess I should start slimming down for the
big day, huh?” she joked.

“Don’t you dare change one hair on your head,
or I’ll really have to teach you a lesson little girl,” Parker
winked. Claire laughed at their private joke and leapt from the
car. They walked arm in arm into the bridal shop, as if practicing
for their walk down the aisle already.

***

The ceremony was small but tastefully
elegant. Claire’s parents and siblings were in attendance, a little
baffled by having just learned of Claire’s new man through the
engagement announcement. Her father was put somewhat at ease when
he realized that Claire was marrying someone at the top of the
Forbes list, especially considering her student loans (which Parker
had paid off entirely as an engagement gift). Savannah stood beside
Claire as the maid of honor and Parker’s young son Tyler was the
best man. There was wonderful food, free-flowing booze, and a
roof-top reception overlooking the gleaming cityscape of New York.
Claire kept pinching herself, making sure that she hadn’t dreamed
the whole thing, but sure enough there she was. She locked eyes
with Parker over and over through the evening and thanked her lucky
stars every time she remembered that they were each others to
keep.

At some point in the evening, Claire had felt
a tap on her shoulder and found herself face-to-face with a
diminutive, important-looking man in a seersucker suit jacket.

“Congratulations, Claire,” the man said, “You
look beautiful in white.”

“Thank you very much,” Claire said
graciously, “You’re going to think that I’m terribly rude, but I
don’t think we’ve ever met.”

“No, we haven’t. I own one of the biggest
private art galleries in the city,” the man went on, “Parker’s an
old friend, and he showed me some of your photographs. The long and
the short of it is that I love them. I want to set a private
gallery show as soon as possible. What do you say?”

Parker winked at Claire over the man’s
shoulder and raised his glass. Claire nodded dumbly, amazed at her
continued good fortune. Her career, love life, and future were sewn
up with one wonderful thread at twenty-two, and she knew exactly
who to thank. How in the world could things get any better for
her?

“Claire!” Savannah rushed through the crowd
and grabbed onto her best friend’s arm. “I’m so happy for you! You
really hit the jackpot, huh? I can’t really picture you as a step
mom, but I’ll be you’ll be the envy of all the moms on the block.
By the way, I think you’ll really like my wedding present,” she
said devilishly, “I think that you and Parker will get a lot of use
out of it.”

“Savannah, what...?” Claire said, but felt a
strong hand on her upper arm. She turned around to see Parker
staring at her hungrily.

“May I steal my bride away from you,
Savannah?” he asked.

“Of course,” the girl grinned, “You two have
fun!”

“Oh, we will,” Parker said, “Oh, and
Savannah? I’ve got my eye on you. No more funny business with my
wife.”

“Who, me?” Savannah cooed, giving her best
angelic expression that neither Parker nor Claire bought for a
moment. “Have a good wedding night, darlings!”

Claire, in a haze of ecstatic delirium, felt
Parker’s strong arms lead her through the rooftop gathering, toward
their penthouse bridal suite. Just before they reached the door of
their room, Parker scooped her up into his strong arms and carried
her across the threshold.

“Well, my darling wife,” he said tenderly,
“However should we spend the evening?”

“Oh, I don’t know!” Claire said, “Where
should we begin? And... what’s that?”

Parker looked into the world and saw the
heavy chest sitting at the foot of their bed.

“I don’t know...” he said, setting her down
gently, “Why don’t we find out?”

They advanced on the object and Claire
noticed a note sticking out of the top. She grabbed the card and,
reading, shook her head. For two crazy kids, Love Savannah, the
note read. Claire could only imagine what was inside. Parker pried
open the top of the best and his eyes grew wide. The entire thing
was a toy chest of all their favorite props. Whips, chains, gags,
ropes, plus what looked like a life’s supply of kinky lingerie
exactly Claire’s size.

“That is one solid maid of honor I’ve got,
huh?” Claire said, but lost her train of thought as she saw the
hungry look in Parker’s eyes.

“Get out of that dress,” he growled.

Claire looked down at her wedding dress. It
was a slinky, mermaid number, covered in a spray of tiny diamonds.
She loved that dress more than any article of clothing she had ever
owned, but she was more than happy to cast it aside at her
husband’s command. Slowly, tantalizingly, she slipped out of the
piece. As the garment fell from her body, Parker gasped. Claire had
outdone herself where her bridal lingerie was concerned.

Her already large bust was thrust upward by a
white whalebone corset. The twin bulges of her breasts rose and
fell with her quick breath. Her hips flared sumptuously over the
tiny white lace thong she had donned for the occasion, and the
matching white garters at her thighs pushed Parker over the deep
end.

“Now spin,” he said, “Let me get a good look
at you.”