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

over her. It was Parker
there, wasn’t it? Not some random intruder who had it in for both
of them?
    “Who do you think you are?” a voice growled.
With simultaneous relief and ecstasy, Claire realized that the
voice was Parker’s.
    “Oh, thank god,” she cried, her words
obscured by Parker’s hand. He clamped down harder on her mouth and
she felt a knee dig into her back.
    “Who said that you could wear shoes into this
house?” he demanded in the darkness. Claire kicked off her modest
pumps, eager at the opportunity to please her master. “It’s too
late,” he continued, tightening his arm around her midsection,
threatening to knock the wind out of her, “You blew it, kid. Now
you’ll need to be punished. What do you have to say for
yourself?”
    Claire hesitated, not wanting to anger him
further. He laughed and told her that is was OK, he gave her
permission to speak if she made it quick. Claire wet her lips with
her tongue, allowed her teeth to touch the cool, authoritative skin
of her keeper’s palm.
    “Parker,” she whispered, pressing harder into
his body which stood stiff and unmoving behind her, “I’ve been so
bad, Parker.”
    She felt his hand snake through her hair,
grab it tight. The force of his grasp threatened to tear her hair
from her scalp.
    “What the fuck do you mean you’ve been ‘bad’?
How bad have you been, you filthy little bitch? Badder than
dirtying my carpet with your bullshit whore heels, huh?”
    “I’ve been so much badder than that,” Claire
said, her throat thickening with tears. She wasn’t afraid of
Parker’s force, but she was afraid to upset him. She just wanted to
make him happy. And if his happiness lay in punishing her for her
transgressions, she was more than happy to concede. “I... Parker,
I... I was with someone yesterday.”
    A cold silence filled the room, and Parker’s
stillness riled Claire into a state of panicked wonder.
    “What... do you mean,” Parker growled, the
firm hardness of his body seeming to go ice cold against
Claire’s.
    “I mean that I... I...”
    “You fucked someone?”
    “Oh, Parker...”
    “Is that it?” he demanded. Claire could not
speak. Suddenly, she felt herself being whipped around, her back
collided hard against the wooden stairs of the townhouse. Parker
stood over her, not even bothering to hold her down, knowing that
she would stay put if he wanted her to. As her eyes adjusted to the
darkness, Claire could see that Parker was sneering at her.
    “I’m so sorry,” she said, reveling in her
helplessness.
    “Sorry for what?” Parker demanded, reaching
for her throat. She ached for the feel of his hand around her neck,
longed for it. “Sorry for fucking some limp-dicked idiot?”
    “No, it wasn’t that...” she gasped, feeling
his finger tighten around her windpipe.
    “What the fuck was it then, you filthy
slut?”
    “It was... it was... Savannah.”
    Parker’s eyes widened. She had actually taken
him by surprise with that one. He looked down at her in wonder,
realizing the breadth of her sexiness and, in the same moment,
determining how best to go about showing her what that sexiness was
worth to him. He regained his composure and stared coldly into
Claire’s eyes.
    “You mean to tell me that you fucked a girl?”
he demanded. Claire nodded, helpless under his gaze. “Well then...
you’re going to have to give me details. Did you enjoy it?”
    “Yes,” Claire admitted. She let her hand
wander up Parker’s thigh, wanting to see how hard the idea of her
with another girl made him. He slapped at her hand, and she was
stung by the blow.
    “What did you do with her?” Parker demanded,
grinding his knee against Claire’s inner thigh. She let out a moan
that he promptly slapped out of her.
    “I licked her pussy, Parker. She told me to
eat her pussy and I had to do it,” Claire gasped, the pain of
Parker’s advanced setting of unknown channels of pleasure within
her.
    “I see,” Parker said, digging