In His Desire (The Billionaire Loves Big Girls, Book #6)
Curvy interior designer Alanna is in Amsterdam with her billionaire Master, Paolo, who is intent on turning her into the perfect submissive. He arranges for her to visit a shop where she receives a very personal lesson in the art of using nipple clamps. Warning: This 7,000-word erotic romance contains one sassy interior designer, one smoking hot billionaire and some extremely graphic sex scenes More
Curvy interior designer Alanna is in Amsterdam with her billionaire Master, Paolo, who is intent on turning her into the perfect submissive. He arranges for her to visit a shop where she receives a very personal lesson in the art of using nipple clamps, and this sets the scene for the very special evening he has planned for her.
This is the sixth installment of the Billionaire Loves Big Girls series
Warning: This 7,000-word erotic romance contains one sassy, confident interior designer, one smoking hot billionaire and some extremely graphic sexual content. Not suitable for readers under 18.
Marko came back to the chair and sat down opposite me. He took one of the clamps from me and demonstrated its action.
"What you have to consider," he said gravely, "Is not just the strength of the clamping action, but also the weight of the toy. You can increase the sensation by either bending forward so that the nipple is pulled outwards instead of just down, or else by attaching small weights to the clamps."
I flinched slightly at the thought of attaching weights to my nipples, but I was fascinated at the same time.
One of the toys had a delicate silver chain attached to it, and I held it up, querying him.
"Yes, that's right. You'll see that while the chain has been designed to look pretty and feminine, it is engineered to be strong, and this hook on the end has been made to take a selection of matching weights. This is part of our M/F range. The guys generally like their nipple clamps to look rather more industrial and butch."
He winked at me, and I could feel myself relaxing.
I held up the toy with the chain.
"I'd like to try this one if you think it'll be the right fit," I said shyly. "I think the chain's pretty and you're right - it's a very feminine design."
"There's only one way to find out whether it's the right fit."
Grateful that I had chosen a wrap dress and not one that I had to drag over my head, I began to untie it. Marko walked over to close the door into the shop. My heart was in my mouth.
I'm a body-confident kind of person, but I only generally strip off for guys for two reasons: if they're a doctor or if I'm about to sleep with them.
And this was neither situation.
I took off my dress and laid it on a table at the side of the room.
I was grateful that I'd chosen my underwear with Paolo in mind. I love beautiful underwear and most of what I have is nice, but this particular set was one of my favorites.
It was a pretty coffee-colored bra and panties set that I'd bought in a little boutique in Paris. The bra was sheer, with a scalloped, low-cut line, and the panties were a barely-there sliver of matching lace. The color subtly flattered my pale skin, and emphasized my bold curves.
I registered Marko taking in my figure appreciatively.