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

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.”
    Claire happily obliged, turning slowly on her
heel so that Parker could get a good view of her luscious bottom.
As his eyes fell upon the firm swell of her ass, he let out a
lustful groan. Claire turned back to face him, her eyes wide and
her body ready.
    “I’ve always let you do what you wanted with
me,” Claire said, “Haven’t I?”
    “Sure you have,” Parker replied, his eyes
transfixed by her hourglass figure.
    “Well,” Claire said, “I have a request for
you this time.”
    Parker’s eyes flicked upward to her face,
eager. “Anything,” he said.
    “OK,” said Claire, “I want you to promise me
that you’ll never hold anything back from me. Even if you think
I’ll get freaked out or nervous. I want all of you. Everything that
you are. Even the dirtiest, nastiest bits. OK? Do you promise?”
    In response, Parker reached into their
treasure chest and pulled out a pair of shiny handcuffs. He raised
an eyebrow and smiled at her—and that smile was