In His Gaze

Curvy redhead Alanna is big, beautiful and utterly self-reliant. So why does her heart skip a beat when hotel tycoon Paolo Contini is in the same room? And what will she do when he flies her to New York and finally reveals what he has in mind for her? In the second installment of The Billionaire Loves Big Girls series, Alanna has to make a choice that will change her life forever.

Warning: This 9,000-word story contains one sassy, confident interior designer, one smoking hot billionaire and some extremely graphic sexual scenes. Not suitable for readers under 18.

Extract

I confessed shyly, "I don't really know what the whole submissive thing means. What if I try it and I get scared and don't like it?"

He nodded seriously.

"That is always a concern. You do not need to worry about being a novice. As your Master, it will be up to me to train you and indoctrinate you in the knowledge that you need. I can see it in your eyes, Alanna. I think it is your destiny. It is just that you don't know it yet.

"You are free to end the arrangement at any time you want. The only payment you will receive is the pleasure that you will derive from obeying absolutely every command I give you. Are you beginning to understand?"

My hands were clenching and unclenching with fear.

He stroked my arm.

"Please don't be afraid. I am not going to hurt you. Not more than is pleasurable for you, anyway. We will agree a word that you can use to make me stop. But I have an idea that once you try this, you will enjoy it so much that you will wonder how you ever lived without it. Or me."

"If I say no to you at any point, you won't stop what you're doing, right? I have to say this magic word and that is what will make you stop. What if I forget it?"

"That is up to you."

The prospect terrified me, but I wanted him more than I had ever wanted any man before. I wanted to feel his thick, hard cock pushing deep inside me, invading my core, filling me up while I convulsed around him.

"Velvet," I muttered. "If I use the word 'velvet', you will stop."

"Does that mean you are giving your permission for this to happen?"

His face was close to mine and I could feel his hot, sweet breath against my cheek.

"Because once you have given your permission, this is the last time you will be in a position to give permission for anything when we are together. Understand?"

I nodded mutely. The mere thought of submitting to him in this way was making me wet. My lips were parted and I could feel my breath quickening in anticipation.

"Shut your eyes and keep them shut."

I closed them and felt him lightly kiss my eyelids before hearing his footsteps on the wooden floor as he crossed the room. Then nothing, just silence. I resisted the temptation to call out and ask what was happening, or to have a sneaky peek. The uncertainty and, I suppose, the slight fear I felt only served to increase my arousal.

Eventually I heard the footsteps come closer again.

"Good girl," he said with approval in his voice. "You've passed the first test. Keep them shut."

I felt the sofa sink as he sat down next to me, smelt his familiar smell and then the overpowering sensation of his arms enveloping me as he teased me with his lips, kissing my cheekbones, my throat and my lips. My eyelids fluttered at one point and he said sternly: "Keep them shut."

"Yes," I responded.