The Billionaire's Curvy Submissive (BBW Billionaire Erotica Novel) by Denise Avery

really
starting to get me, aren’t you?”
    The store’s front door flew open and Savannah
flew in, red-cheeked. Cheryl beckoned for her to follow into the
store’s office, probably for some unnecessary talking-to. Savannah
breezed past Claire and, with a firm grab of the ass, whispered in
her ear, “Go get him, tiger.”
    Claire did not need to be prompted twice. She
gathered her things and headed out onto Mulberry Street, feeling
her heart begin to beat against her ribs as she hailed a cab going
uptown. She’d gone a whole forty-eight hours without seeing Parker,
and was in desperate need of his thick, unstoppable dick. As she
pictured his warm cum spilling against her breasts, she was amazed
to find herself in possession of such dirty thoughts. She was
changing, and fast. She only prayed that her body would be able to
keep up with the pace of her desires.
     
    ***
     
    She knew the score this time, as the climbed
the steps to her lover’s townhouse. The last time they’d met, he’d
went out of his way to concoct some silly cover-up about important
documents or some such nonsense. This time, however, there was no
duplicitous cover, no need for any embarrassment or shame between
them. Claire had returned to Parker’s upper east side love nest for
one reason and one reason only: she could no longer stand to be
away from the rippling, unstoppable body that had taught her what a
real man’s love felt like. She scaled the steps of the pre-war
brown stone and felt her knees begin to knock together. She wasn’t
nervous, she had no reason to fear anything from Parker. She
trembled with excitement, for the thought of what he might unlock
within her once she entered that sacred place.
    She felt so much older than she had when she
first laid eyes on Parker. Only a week and change had passed since
their fateful meeting, but already she’d thrown caution to the wind
and found unbearably deep satisfaction in a forceful, intense tryst
with Parker and a completely unexpected tongue session with her
best friend Savannah. She’d come to realize how much she loved her
body to be at the hands and command of another, and she wanted to
see how far she could take this new, exciting form of submission.
She wanted to see how deeply this urge to be conquered, mounted,
and penetrated ran in her. How far would she go to serve the whims
and fancies of her master or mistress? Only time would tell.
    She rang the bell of the townhouse and
waited. The air had turned cooler in New York, and she pulled her
jacket more closely around her. She could feel her erect nipples
against the fabric of her sweater and coat, and had lost track of
whether she was just cold or extremely turned on by the thought of
Parker’s member snapping to attention on the other side of the
door. As if by the willing of her mind, the front door of the
townhouse swung open. Claire peered inside, expecting to see Parker
waiting there for her. Instead, there was only darkness beyond the
threshold. Claire’s brow furrowed in concern. Where was he? She
moved tentatively through the doorway, stepping lightly into the
sleekly furnished apartment.
    “Parker?” she called, feeling the soft carpet
of the entry way under her feet, “Parker, where are you? It’s me,
Claire.”
    Still no answer from the depths of the house.
As Claire made her way into the building, she realized that not a
single light was on in the entire house. A burst of excited energy
sparked at the base of her spine. It didn’t seem like anyone was
home, but if that was the case... who had let her in?
    “Parker?” she said again, the sparking
excitement moving up her spine, illuminating her in the dark like a
roman candle. She opened her mouth to call out again, to locate her
lover in the heavy darkness of the apartment. As she parted her
full lips, a strong hand clamped down over them as a thick, sinewy
arm wrapped around her sumptuous waist. Her head swam with the
sudden contact, and a cold panic washed