The Billionaire's Curvy Submissive (BBW Billionaire Erotica Novel) (18 page)

She picked her way through the patches of
thick underbrush, wincing as thorns torn at her legs, and errant
branches jabbed her sides. Why hadn’t she been lucid enough to put
on some long durable jeans, and maybe a goddamn inner tube? For
God’s sake, she hadn’t even remembered a sweat shirt. She couldn’t
help worrying what would become of her once the sun had set. Claire
was a suburban sprawl girl through and through, raised in a prefab
monstrosity before moving to New York. She couldn’t tell poison ivy
from pot or a puma from a tabby cat.

What time was it, even? Claire cast about for
a hint, maybe a shadow or glaring sun? But nothing, the forest was
unforgiving. It wasn’t about to give Claire any hints, novice that
she was. She wished she’d paid more attention to their route as
they’d made their way, but as ever she’d let Parker make all the
calls. She thought bitterly back to their argument earlier; she’d
spent almost all day tearing through the forest, cataloguing more
evidence for her case. She had reached the point where she not only
thought she was right; she knew it with absolute certainty.

Parker had controlled every aspect of
Claire’s life since they’d consummated their scandalous lust those
few months ago. Parker was the one who’d facilitated not only their
initial fucking, but the terms of their fucking. He’d set the
precedent for his own dominance and her submission. Sure, he’d let
her have a couple of tries at playing the dominatrix, but none of
it was honest. Even when she’d been the one on top they were still
on his turf. Parker the billionaire, king of his own little world
had been her puppet master all along.

How could she have been so blind? From the
time he had picked her out of the herd, every decision had been
his. He’d decided to make her his wife, what their wedding would be
like, not to mention their honeymoon. It had been much more than a
choice of what color wedding cake to have. Trudging through the
wilderness of Montana it occurred to her Parker probably didn’t
consider her to be on his level. From where she was standing it
seemed she had only ever been at his disposal. He’d been using her
as a place holder, an escape, a vessel.

“Fuck that.” Claire uttered fiercely. “I’m
nobody’s depository.”

As if in response a foreign sound caught hold
of Claire’s ear and attention. It made her stop in her tracks and
listen intently. The sound was familiar and seemed to be drawing
closer, but she was could not place it. Was it a swarm of
something? An animal? A big one? Cold terror shot through Claire’s
spine wondering what was lumbering toward her at what sounded like
break-neck speed. Was it a cougar? A bear? How do you fight off a
bear? Why did she leave her mace in the trailer? Was she going to
be mauled to death or eaten, never to be seen again?

The noise swelled and rose to a crashing din
closing in all around her. In a sheer state of panic she stood
frozen to the spot awaiting the arrival of her death. As she
whispered some gibberish prayers of religion the forest burst open
before her,—something was barreling exactly in her direction.
Claire threw herself out of the thing’s way clutching onto the
trunk of a nearby tree. Finding its branches she scrambled on to
the lowest one and out of harm’s way. She then tore up along the
tree until finally running out of hand holds. With sap coating her
fingers in a sticky mess she realized she’d reached the top. She
was trapped.

“Well” she said to the sky, ...

* * * * *

Chapter 10

* * * * *

The entire world ground to a standstill as
Claire looked on, horrified, at the scene playing out before her.
Sam, the burly mountain man she had just held inside her a moment
ago, had a rifle pointed square between the eyes of her fuming
husband, Parker. It was like something out a movie—a horrible,
bloody nightmare of a movie where everyone dies terrible, senseless
deaths. Claire tried to force air down into her lungs, but it was
as though she was suddenly submerged in water. She felt that she
would drown in the horrible tension that hung all about the trio,
weighing them down, crushing them.

“Claire,” Sam snarled, keeping his eyes
trained on Parker’s steely face, “Who is this person, and what does
he think he’s doing on my property?”

“Claire,” Parker snapped, “Why don’t you tell
this fool that I’m your husband, come to collect you from whatever
silly hissy fit—”

“Husband?” Sam said incredulously. Keeping
the rifle pointed in Parker’s face, he looked toward Claire,
genuine hurt shining in his eyes, “You didn’t tell me you had a
husband.”

“We... I...” Claire stammered, “We didn’t
really get a chance to talk much, is all. I’m sorry, Sam.”

Sam looked between Claire and Parker,
overwhelmed by this new information. Giving Parker a one-over, Sam
cocked an eyebrow and said, “This guy is old enough to be your dad,
Claire.”

“Watch it, sport,” Parker growled, eyeing the
rifle cautiously. Claire could see that every muscle in his body
was aching to beat the shit out of this young buck who had violated
his new bride. She prayed that he’d be able to control himself long
enough not to get shot in the face. How in the world had he even
found them, so far out in the woods?

“Parker,” Claire said cautiously, “Why are
you here? How did you find me?”

“I didn’t ‘find’ you, darling,” Parker spat,
“I’ve been following you this whole time. What, did you think I was
going to let your stumble off into the woods to get devoured by a
bear? A fine honeymoon that would make.”

“Honeymoon?” Sam cried incredulously, “This
just keeps getting better and better!”

“I would have told you,” Claire said to Sam,
“I was going to tell you.”

“What,” Sam said, “After this crazy asshole
had come and tried to break into my house?”

“I’m the crazy asshole?” Parker laughed,
“You’re the one standing there buck naked with a rifle pointed at
my head!”

Sam, suddenly remembering that he had charged
the door without first putting any clothes on, blushed deeply and
retreated back into the house. He charged past Claire, shoving her
toward her husband, ostensibly so that they could “chat”. The
bedroom door slammed behind Claire, and she found herself alone in
the modest living room of Sam’s cabin, face to face with Parker
after their atomic fight. She couldn’t believe how different he
seemed in her eyes from just the day before.

“Well?” Parker said, “What do you have to say
for yourself?”

“What do you mean?” Claire asked, refusing to
give him what he wanted.

“I think that an apology is probably in
order, just to start,” Parker said, condescendingly. “You did just
run off on me in the middle of our honeymoon.”

“After you treated my insecurities like
fodder for some pre-teen blog post!” Claire said heatedly.

“Is that what this is all about?” Parker
asked, “Me hurting your fucking feelings? You get your panties in a
bunch over god knows what and it’s my fault? You run off into the
woods and fuck the first guy you meet, and I’m to blame because I
made you feel like the selfish child you are for one goddamn
minute?”

“Jesus...” Claire breathed, tears prickling
her eyes, “Who are you? Where’s the man that I fell in love with?
Where’s the man who found me on a subway train and won my
heart?”

“Fuck if I know,” Parker sneered, “Maybe he
was a figment of your imagination. Maybe I was as caught up in the
fantasy of us living happily ever after as you were. Here’s the
thing, Claire. There is no such thing as happily ever after. Not
for you, not for me, not for your lumberjack fuck buddy in there.
People are designed to be restless, and hungry, and on the prowl.
Why do you think I left Cheryl for you? It’s because I was bored of
her. Once, I loved her more than the world itself. That kind of
adoration fades, little girl. That kind of adoration belongs in
cartoons and romance novels, not in the real world. You couldn’t
possibly think that you were anything more to me than something
interesting to fuck for a decade or so?”

“You’re just saying this to be cruel,” Claire
whispered, “You don’t mean this!”

“I mean every word,” Parker insisted, “And I
want you to hear me! Let me walk you through the rest of what our
marriage would have looked like, darling. We would have had a great
time together for the first couple of years. Fucking all the time,
trading sugary vows of love and passion, playing at being married.
It’s always great for the first couple of years. But then, we would
have started to get on each others’ nerves. Little things—like
leaving the cap off the toothpaste, or slurping soup, or... who
knows. The point is that the kind of thing we have, the kind of
relationship that’s purely sexual, that kind of romance fades and
fast.”

“So that’s all this was to you?” Claire
pressed, “You were only ever interested in me for sex?”

“No... No I wouldn’t say that,” Parker
admitted, “I mean, don’t get me wrong, you were a great partner for
me sexually. So young. So willing to be molded and commanded... Not
strong enough in your own convictions yet to really take a stand
against me. I fucking eat that shit up.”

“You sure do,” Claire cringed.

“You were a great fuck,” Parker went on, “But
that’s not enough to make a marriage work. Two people who are in
love, really in love... They evolve together. Grow together. That
was never going to happen to us. I mean Jesus... You’re a
child!”

“This is exactly why I ran away,” Claire
cried, “I knew that you must have felt this way under all your
undying love bullshit. I knew that this was at the core of what you
believed, and what you wanted. God... I fooled myself for so long!
Had myself believing all your lies, everything you told me about
how special I was, and how special our love was. You were
bullshitting me from the beginning, weren’t you, Parker?”

“Guilty as charged,” he winked at her, took a
step forward. Claire felt repulsed by his advanced, suddenly found
him disgusting. It wasn’t as though his physical self had changed
overnight. He was still as handsome as ever, still as chiseled and
sharp. But everything that lurked underneath that exterior of calm,
composed grace was filthy, wretched, and foul.

Standing in this modest cabin, in the middle
of the woods, at a far remove from anything she had ever known,
Claire could finally see Parker for what he was. A creep. A creep
who had singled her out when she was young and vulnerable, lured
her into a false sense of security, took advantage of her sexually,
and had no plans on keeping her around for the long run. If Parker
had his way, he’d hang onto Claire while she was still young and
sexy, maybe another ten years or so, and then decide that he was
interested in someone younger. Prettier. Someone who was as naive
as she had been, once.

With sudden clarity, Claire realized that
this is what must have happened to Cheryl, Parker’s ex wife. Cheryl
must have been as warm and lovely as could be, once upon a time.
She and Parker must have hit it off when they were younger, had a
child, built a life. But Parker wasn’t the sort of man who could
stay satisfied. He always needed a new toy, a better model. Claire
found that she was less shocked by this revelation than by how long
it had taken her to come to her senses. Surely, if she had been
thinking clearly, if she had been at a more stable point in her
life, this bullshit never would have fooled her. But Parker had
found her at a time of uncertainty, at a time where her future and
her life weren’t secure. She’d taken advantage of her, and then
some. He’d used her, and she could never forgive him for that.

“What's the matter, Claire?” Parker said,
grinning meanly, “You finally putting all the pieces together?”

“Why did you even bother?” Claire said
hollowly, “Why did you even bother putting on the act of being in
love with me if you were always just going to ditch me after a
couple of years?”

Parker shrugged, “Something to do, I guess! A
man’s got to have hobbies.”

“I don’t understand you, Parker,” Claire
said, “With all of your money, all of your business and success and
whatever else, you’re still the most unhappy man I’ve ever met. I
thought that I could change you, change your entire life. I was so
wrong, so far off base! You can’t change for anyone. You’re
completely stuck in your ways, and in your view of yourself as this
master of the universe, aren’t you?”

“It’s not really a view,” Parker chuckled, “I
am a master of the universe, little darling.”

“You’re an idiot, is what you are,” Claire
said, “You think that because you’re rich, because you’re some kind
of trendsetter, that you have power over the rest of us? Well, let
me let you in on a little secret, Parker—you have no power. You
never have, and you never will.”

“I’m afraid that Forbes would tend to
disagree with you, Claire,” Parker laughed, “I am a rich white man.
A job creator, or what have you. I can have anything I want, any
time I want. That’s the epitome of power. That’s what empires are
built on. I have everything I could ever want, without exception. I
win. Game over. Sorry, dear.”

“You don’t have everything, Parker,” Claire
whispered fiercely, “I wanted to give you my entire self. You had
me hook, line, and sinker, absolutely in love with you. If you
could have let me, I would have loved you more deeply than you
could ever have imagined. But that’s the thing, Parker. You
couldn’t let me love you. You could fuck me from here to Shanghai,
but you could never let me be intimate with you—really intimate.
You’re incapable of actual intercourse, an actual connection.
You’re a eunuch, Parker. A compassionate castrati. You’re not a man
at all, you’re nothing but a sexless monster.”