In His Sight (The Billionaire Loves Big Girls, Book #4)


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Hotel tycoon Paolo Contini summons curvy beauty Alanna to New York for the next lesson in her education as his submissive, which includes an invitation to a mysterious fancy dress evening. But is Alanna ready to be mentored by Belle, an icy but stunning dom? And what will happen when Alanna admits she is attracted to Belle?

This is the fourth installment of the Billionaire Loves Big Girls series

Warning: This 7,000-word story contains one sassy, confident interior designer, one smoking hot billionaire and some extremely graphic sexual content, including one public lesbian sex scene. Not suitable for readers under 18.

Although Paolo had opened up a whole new world for me and I had been nervous about some of the choices he had made on my behalf, he had never actually done anything in which I was an unwilling participant. Surely he would not send me to a fetish shop on my own?

When I got to the street address that he'd written down, I stopped uncertainly, looking up at the shabby building. There was a clothes shop on each side, both of which I would have happily gone into, as they had gorgeous dresses and accessories in their windows. But number five was a nondescript walk-up that looked like it had been hacked up into apartments - except that there was only one doorbell.

I stood there agonizing over whether to ring the bell or not. What if Paolo had made a mistake with the address? Then I pulled myself together. Paolo didn't do mistakes. He had clearly sent me here for a reason.

I heard the bell sound deep inside, and took a deep breath as the door opened. I was relieved to see an entirely normal-looking blond woman of around my age in the doorway, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. her hair pulled into a messy ponytail.

She smiled and welcomed me in.

"You must be Alanna. Hi, I'm Zooey."

I gasped as she led me into the showroom. The entire ground floor was filled with the most outrageous and decadent fancy dress costumes I had ever seen.

Opulent ballgowns in the style of seventeenth-century France; rubber cat costumes, complete with face masks; a Surrealist costume with a giant lobster for a hat: every imaginable historical period, fashion folly and animal fantasy was catered for.

"Mr Contini has chosen a costume for you," said the woman. "We just need to do a final fitting to make sure you are entirely happy with it."

I was slightly disappointed. I felt like a child let loose with a giant dressing-up box, and I knew I could have hours of fun trying on these outrageous costumes. But it would have been uncharacteristic of Paolo to allow me that much free rein for an event that he had planned carefully, so I sat down on the sofa and politely waited while she went to fetch the dress she had designed for me.

When she returned, carefully carrying a mass of fabric and feathers in front of her, I stifled a gasp. How could I have doubted Paolo? The dress was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life. I was to attend this evening's party, dinner, or whatever it was as a black swan.

The full skirt of the dress was layers of sheer filmy black fabric, falling to mid-calf and cinched tightly in at the waist. And the bodice - well, I'd never seen anything like it. It was fitted and constructed entirely of large black feathers. It looked alarmingly low-cut.

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