The Billionaire's Curvy Submissive (BBW Billionaire Erotica Novel) (4 page)

“What are you doing here?” she blurted out
and immediately felt like an idiot. Nice start, she chided herself,
interrogate him. That’s really sexy. “I mean... I’m sorry. I must
be at the wrong place.”

“Cheryl sent you over?” he asked. Claire
nodded mutely, “Why don’t you come in?”

“I don’t understand,” Claire said, trying to
make sense of the situation, “Do you live here? I thought that
Cheryl’s place was in TriBeCa?”

“Yeah, well,” Parker said sternly, “This
isn’t Cheryl’s place.”

An opening, Claire thought, and stepped
around Parker into the house. The door clicked shut behind her as
her eyes adjusted to the relatively dim light inside. Parker stood
with his arms crossed and his back to the door. He looked
distracted, or agitated... certainly not in the mood for a good
fuck session. Of course not, Claire scolded herself again, that’s
probably the furthest thing from his mind. He probably doesn’t even
remember you.

“Have the trains been treating you better
this week?” he asked. Her heart fluttered. He did remember, after
all!

“Oh, sure,” Claire squeaked, annoyed by her
overly-youthful voice, “No more old creeps! I mean... Like the guy
who was trying to grab me. Not you. Not that you’re a creep. Or
old. But I mean—”

“I’ve got it,” Parker said, cocking an
eyebrow. Claire felt mortified. He probably thought she was some
silly little girl, nothing more. God, could she blow this whole
thing any more thoroughly?

“So...” Claire said, “You and Cheryl are
having problems?” There it was! The nail in the coffin. She
officially couldn’t get her foot any further into her mouth.

“Problems?” Parker said, “Why do you
ask?”

“I just figured... You’ve got your own place
here... I thought—”

“Oh,” Parker said, “No, I don’t live here.
This is just where I come to conduct my business. I hate those big
office buildings, with the florescent lights and the uncomfortable
chairs and all. This is much more my style.”

“So... This is like... Your den?” Claire
said, amazed.

“Pretty much,” he said.

“Jesus. You really are loaded,” Claire
muttered.

“What?”

“Nothing!” she grinned nervously and extended
her hand to him, “I’m Claire, by the way. I don’t think I ever
properly introduced myself.”

“I’m Parker,” he said, taking her hand, “It’s
nice to meet you. Officially.”

As his hand closed around hers, Claire felt a
surge of warmth shoot up her arm, sizzling along every bone in her
body. She looked into Parker’s eyes and saw, just for a moment, a
familiar glint in his eye. It looked, from where she was standing,
a lot like desire. She realized that they were still clasping hands
and allowed herself to smile, shakily. She had a thing for great
hands, and this guy sure had an excellent set. Unbidden, a parade
of fantasies about what he could do with those hands flooded her
imagination. Parker watched her catch herself and become
embarrassed, and quickly dropped her hand.

“Are you in a hurry?” he asked, all
business.

“Well, I—”

“Good. Why don’t you let me take your coat?
Do you like espresso?”

“Oh... I... sure—” Claire said, as he helped
her out of her jacket.

“Great. Come sit down, I’ll...” he trailed
off suddenly, and Claire remembered her less-than-casual outfit
choice that day.

She could feel Parker’s eyes raking down her
body, over the curves that were tightly bound in the thin cotton of
her dress. He looked, for that moment, like he could tear her right
in two if she let him. The crazy thing was that Claire was excited
by the fierce lust in his eyes. He seemed borderline dangerous,
intimidating. Claire had zero experience with anything but
conventional sex.

The two men that she’d slept with in her life
were not really men at all but little boys. Their eager, puppy-like
approaches to love-making had, on more than one occasion, left
Claire so bored that she had actually rolled her eyes during
intercourse. She was fairly certain that sex with Parker would be
anything but conventional, if she could ever get the nerve up to
put herself out there for him.

“So. Espresso!” Parker said, tearing his eyes
away from Claire’s body. She nodded dumbly, and watched as Parker
moved toward the kitchen.

“Should I get those documents from you
first?” Claire said shyly, having completely lost track of the
situation.

“Documents?” Parker said, momentarily
puzzled. “Oh! The documents. Right. They can wait. You must have
had a long trip uptown, right?”

“Uh...”

“You should take a load off.”

“Oh. Sure. OK. Um... Actually, do you mind if
I use your bathroom real quick?”

“Bathroom? Yeah, sure,” Parker said, “It’s
right down the hall.”

Claire smiled weakly and darted down the long
hallway. There seemed to be more rooms in this New York apartment
than there had been in Claire’s entire home growing up. She found
the bathroom, finally, and closed the door tightly behind her.
Letting the tap run to drown out any noise, she pulled out her
phone and dialed Savannah’s number. Her friend didn’t pick up until
what felt like the eightieth ring, and she sounded a bit foggy when
she did.

“What’s up, Claire?”

“Savannah? Were you asleep?”

“Asleep? No. In bed? Certainly.”

“Who with this time?”

“Hold on, let me check,” she moved the phone
from her ear to address whoever was there with her, “Steve.”

“Who’s Steve?”

“Why so many questions? What do you
need.”

“I need help! The address Cheryl sent me to
for those papers is Parker’s fucking home office. What am I
supposed to do?”

“Are you two there alone?”

“Yes!”

“Then for god’s sake, girl, jump him!”

“But—”

“No ‘buts’. This is your golden opportunity.
Don’t mess it up.”

“But what if—”

“What did I say about ‘buts’? Get out there
and make me proud.”

“Savannah—”

But the line was already dead. Claire shook
her head in amazement at her friend’s ability to throw herself into
any situation. She looked up into the bathroom mirror and caught a
glimpse of her anxious, nearly teary expression. She looked like a
scared little girl before a talent show, and it pissed her off.

“Goddammit, Claire,” she said to herself,
“You are a grown woman now, and you can do whatever the hell you
please! You need to go out there and have yourself an experience.
You deserve this, you can do this, and you want to do this. Go sink
your teeth into the beautiful male specimen or you’ll be kicking
yourself until the day you die!”

The pep talk seemed to take hold. Claire
hiked her already-short skirt up, adjusted the neckline of her
dress further down to reveal her bulging breasts, and tousled her
hair to give it an extra sexy edge. She reexamined herself in the
mirror and very much liked what she saw. Hopefully, Parker would
like it as well. It’s show time, she thought, and threw open the
bathroom door. She was going to put herself out there for Parker.
Whether or not anything came of it was a different story, but she
knew that she at least had to try. She was sick of feeling like a
little lost girl. It was time to act like the sexy, confident woman
that she wanted to be.

Claire strode into the kitchen, where Parker
was busy pulling an expert shot of espresso from a very
complicated-looking machine. He peered over his shoulder and took
in the sight of Claire. She couldn’t help but get wildly turned on
by his attention, conflicted though it seemed. She wanted to put
him at ease, wanted him to know how much she wanted him, but how
could she begin? What if she’d been misinterpreting his signals
this whole time? She was definitely spot-on about the signals her
own body was sending. She could feel the slow, building pressure of
anticipation building inside of her, particularly down south. She
had a physical need to be touched by the man, and she suspected
that he felt the same way. But how to tell for sure?

“Here you go,” he said, offering her an
espresso in what looked like a very expensive china cup. She took
it, grateful for the prop. She needed to find a solid foothold if
she was going to make it through this.

“So...” she began. A rather weak start.

“So,” he echoed, taking a sip of his
espresso, “How do you like the place?”

“It’s beautiful,” Claire said, taking a look
around the impeccably clean kitchen, “I’m glad that Cheryl needed
those papers so badly.”

“Yeah...” Parker said, a guilty edge muffling
his voice, “About that, Claire. There aren’t actually any papers. I
asked Cheryl to send you here. I would have done it myself, but,
you know... decorum.”

Claire heart smacked against her ribcage.
“Oh... Why did you...?”

“Why did I ask you up here?” Parker offered,
“Well, Cheryl mentioned that you studied photography in school.
Yes?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, I’m going to need a photographer on my
staff soon. Just freelance work. Mostly events and products. Are
you interested?”

“Yeah. Sure...” Claire said, deflated. He’d
only wanted her to come for an interview? But if that was the
case... “Why did you have to lie about the papers?”

“Well...” Parker said, a little ruffled,
“I... The truth is, Claire. May I call you Claire?”

“That is my name.”

“The truth is, Claire, that I rather enjoyed
your company the other day.”

“We talked for like, two minutes on the
subway.”

“It was a great two minutes.”

“Well...” Claire was completely at a loss.
Why wouldn’t he just be straight with her?

“I’m sorry,” Parker said, lowering his eyes,
“I’ve never done something like this before. I’m not usually like
this. But... I haven’t stopped thinking about you for a moment
since we met. And I knew that if I didn’t see you soon. Wasn’t able
to see you whenever I wanted... I’d go nuts.”

“Really?”

“Really. I don’t know if you realize this
Claire, but you are an incredibly sexy young woman.”

Oh my god, Claire thought, her breath coming
quick and short, oh my god this is it. It’s really going to happen.
I’m going straight to hell. Oh, who cares!

Parker began to advance upon her, and she
felt her hands begin to shake. He wanted him desperately, but she
couldn’t help but be a little frightened. He was clearly an
experienced man who was used to getting what he wanted. What if she
couldn’t keep up? As her anxiety reached a fever pitch, the
espresso cup slipped from her grasp and shattered. On its way down,
it spilled hot liquid down her dress.

“Ow! Shit!” Claire exclaimed, as the burning
coffee scorched her skin. “I’m so sorry... do you have a paper
towel? I promise that I’ll clean this up.”

As the words slipped from her mouth, Claire
felt Parker’s strong hands latch onto her arms. In a moment, she
felt her back slam against the hard, unforgiving wood of the
kitchen table. The force of the impact shocked her into
speechlessness. Parker loomed over her, his teeth bared in a
ferocious smile.

“Did that hurt?” he asked hungrily.

“It hurt,” Claire said. As she did, she was
amazed to find that she was glad it had. The burning coffee, the
force with which he had her pinned to the table with his strong
hands digging into her flesh—it was turning her on. She could
barely recognize the twisted, dangerous fantasies that were
whirling through her mind.

“You liked it, didn’t you?” Parker
demanded.

“I love it.” Claire said, amazed at her
bravery.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
Parker said, putting the weight of his hips against hers. In that
instant, she could feel the swelling of cock against her thigh. She
could tell that he was enormous, by far the biggest she’d ever
dreamt of, let alone seen. She thought again of how she could
handle such a powerful, potent specimen of a man, having had so
little experience. It was a whole new world filled with danger,
passion, and pleasure. She didn’t know what that world had in
store, but she wanted to find out. She wanted Parker to show
her.

“I want you to destroy me.” she whispered,
looking deeply into Parker’s ice blue eyes.

“Be careful what you wish for,” Parker said.
His hand left her shoulder and locked securely onto her throat.
“You might just get it.”

The sudden restriction of her breathing sent
a rush of delight through Claire’s body. Spots danced across her
vision, obscuring her view of Parker’s lustful gaze. As he held her
tightly by the neck, she let out a little whimper. The sound
surprised them both. He was surprised to hear her intimate sounds
for the first time, excited to explore the range of her voice, as
it were. She was surprised too by this strange, dark world that was
unfolding before her.

“Let’s get you out of this dirty dress,”
Parker said quietly. He made it sound like a threat. With his free
hand, he pushed the hem of her cotton dress up over her body,
revealing her naked flesh inch-by-inch. He groaned at the sight of
her pale, strapping thighs, the soft expanse of her belly, the hips
that looked like they should be grabbed onto as handles during a
vigorous fuck.

“I’m sorry about your coffee cup,” Claire
breathed, her words coming out labored and slow. “I didn’t mean to
break it.”

Parker’s hands abandoned their post at
Claire’s throat and tangled themselves in her hair. He tightened
his grip, wrenching her head backward. “I’ll make you sorry. You
don’t even know what sorry is yet. What are you, twenty six?”

“Twenty two.” Her eyes teared up—she felt
like he was going to scalp her.

“Twenty two?” he moaned, and she swore she
could feel him get harder at the very thought of it. “Have you even
been with a real man?”

“Never,” she whispered. “You’re the first man
I’ve ever—”