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

ever gotten so goddamned lucky.
    Finally, Parker collapsed over her,
supporting himself on strong arms. He blinked down at her,
astounded as ever by the force of his own orgasm, her extreme
beauty, and her love. He reached under her and gently undid the
cuffs, marveling at the welts left behind. She smiled at him,
assuring him that it was OK, and that she liked it.
    He settled down besides her, curling around
her like a big spoon. She collapsed against him, enjoying the
embrace, enjoying his roving hands that rested first on her hips,
then on her belly, and her breasts. She looked around the gorgeous
suite, at her wedding dress on the floor, at the barrel of sex toys
they’d be able to test out together. She felt happy tears in her
eyes, her body begin to shake.
    Parker clutched her closer in concern, “What
is it, baby? Are you OK?”
    “OK?” Claire laughed through her tears, “I’m
ecstatic! I don’t understand how this all happened. How did I get
to be the luckiest fucking girl in the world? Look at you! You’re a
gorgeous, successful, powerful, dangerous, compassionate man. And
you’re all mine! All this is mine. Parker, I have to ask. Why did
you choose me?”
    She felt his strong arms close around her.
“Oh, Claire,” he said, “Don’t you understand? As soon as I saw you,
I had no choice. It was always you, darling. And it always will
be.”
    She closed her eyes, suddenly feeling the
call of contented sleep. She drifted off in Parker’s arms, secure
and happy with her new life. If this is what people called
submission, she was fine submitting to their definition. She
wouldn’t want her life any other way.
     
     
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Chapter 6
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    The first thing that swam across Claire’s
bleary vision was the blurry outline of a man’s face. Confused and
addled, she felt a sharp stab of panic ram against her ribcage. Why
was everything so foggy? Where was she? Who was looming over
her?
    “Claire? Darling?” She heard a deep voice
which seemed as if it was calling from across a canyon.
    The world above her was a pointillist
nightmare of black and white spots popping across the scope of her
vision. She was finding it difficult to breathe and couldn’t
remember why.
    “Get off of me”, she moaned while weakly
batting at the figure she could vaguely sense in her proximity.
“Who are you? What do you want from me?”
    A strong pair of hands closed around her limp
wrists. She recognized the grip immediately, and felt calmed by the
force of this contact. Her husband’s grasp was one she would never
forget or mistake for another’s. She instantly felt a wave of
calmness gush through her consciousness; Parker was here so she was
safe.
    “Can you hear me? Claire, are you there?”
Parker asked softly with some urgency. “Claire, if you’re awake
baby, say something?”
    “Wh-why.” Claire struggled to form words.
“Why can’t I breathe?”
    “Oh! Oh, God” Parker exclaimed and let go of
her wrists.
    She felt his hands fumbling along her torso
and a welcome relief flooded her body. “I should have taken the
corset off sooner. I’m sorry, darling, that was grossly
irresponsible of me.”
    “Did I, Did I pass out?” Claire asked still
completely baffled.
    The last thing she could remember was
Parker’s forearm pressing against her windpipe when he drove his
thick, rock solid member deep inside of her. She actually felt
lightheaded all over again just recalling it. The man certainly
knew how to leave an impression.
    “Yes you lost consciousness for a moment.”
Parker said.
    Claire was distressed to see that guilt was
clouding his usually clear and beautiful brow. She placed her hands
on his cheeks which were just beginning to show a five o’clock
shadow.
    “Hey, don’t look so concerned,” Claire said
lightly. “You’re right; the corset was a technical foul. I was just
so excited to try on all the stuff Savannah got us that I became
over eager. I don’t think these tits were