Captive at the Billionaires' Sex Club (billionaire domination and submission erotica: a story of alpha males, bdsm, bondage, dubcon, set at a sex club for the super-wealthy)

The much-anticipated sequel to Captive at the Billionaires' Sex Club.

When Kate Vale signed up with the Billionaires' Sex Club she thought she knew what was in store. Endless days fulfilling the sexual fantasies of the super-rich, a world of depravity, of pure unbridled lust: a world of control and submission, of pleasure and pain, a world where the boundaries between the pleasure and the pain blurred, shifted, vanished. She thought it was a chance to get closer to the club's owner, Connor Stark. He had chosen her, after all: he had spotted her when she was only a waitress, and he had pursued her until she had signed up.

What she didn't realise was that her contract could be traded like a commmodity. She could be put up at auction, sold to the highest bidder, and when you're signed up to the Billionaires’ Sex Club, the stakes can get very high indeed.

An explicit novelette of bondage, dubious consent, multiple partners and more from the bestselling author of Bad Again and Captive at the Billionaires' Sex Club.

Polly J Adams comes from a comfortably middle-class background, brought up in Surrey by a mother heavily involved in charity work and a father who was a high-flier in the financial world before he retired. Bit of a shame for them that she writes about sex, then! As well as writing scripts for adult movies, Polly is a bestselling author. Her works include the Girls Club series, with some stories collected as Bad Girls and Bad Girls 2, the paranormal erotic novella, The Touch, and the popular Knee-tremblers and Indulgence series.

PRAISE FOR ALEXX ANDRIA:

"After reading just one of her stories, you'll find yourself wondering where Alexx Andria has been all your life." --Kelly Haven, best-selling author of the Diary of a Nympho and Barely Legal Babysitters series

An erotic romance short story between a curvaceous accountant who is caught between three distinctly Alpha brothers in a dangerous game set against the backdrop of the ultra-rich.

THREE BROTHERS -- ONE WOMAN

THEY BOUGHT THE RIGHT TO HER BODY...

Penny McDaniel is accustomed to being overlooked. Curvy, shy and a little awkward, Penny has always watched the Buchanan brothers from her cubicle with secret awe and private desire.

THEY DIDN'T PLAN ON LOSING THEIR HEARTS...

Vince and Nolan Buchanan had been watching and waiting for the right candidate -- the woman they could purchase to use as they desire -- and Penny is all they ever wanted and more.
But they never expected their older brother, Dillon, to show up and threaten to take more than just their fortune.

THREE RICH AND POWERFUL MEN DETERMINED TO WIN

ONE BEAUTIFUL, CURVY WOMAN CAUGHT BETWEEN BROTHERS

Penny McDaniel had no idea that when she took the job as an accountant with the Buchanan brothers that the sexy billionaire entrepreneurs had a thing for curvy girls but when they make her an offer she can't possibly refuse, she learns just how hot they are for her soft, sweet body. Just when Penny starts to believe she's living in a dream, Dillon Buchanan, the black sheep of the family, shows up, ready to make trouble. Caught in a dangerous game with high stakes, Penny finds herself torn between three men -- all of whom want her body and soul.
Penny McDaniel had no idea that when she took the job as an accountant with the Buchanan brothers that the sexy billionaire entrepreneurs had a thing for curvy girls but when they make her an offer she can’t possibly refuse, she learns just how hot they are for her soft, sweet body. Just when Penny starts to believe she’s living in a dream, Dillon Buchanan, the black sheep of the family, shows up, ready to make trouble. Caught in a dangerous game with high stakes, Penny finds herself torn between three men — all of whom want her body and soul. But in the Buchanan world, secrets and lies go hand in hand and Penny doesn’t know who to trust…or love.
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EXCERPT:
Penny’s breath hitched at the bold way Dillon’s gaze skimmed her curves before returning to her astonished eyes. She struggled to catch her breath when her heart rate threatened to spike to an unacceptable level and tried to ignore the flutterings of arousal that always sparked to life whenever Dillon was within two feet of her.
“Are you feeling all right, dove?” Dillon asked solicitously, though his handsome mouth twitched with knowing. She glared and jerked a nod, swallowing and looking away to compose herself.
“My dress is tight,” she muttered. “And it’s hot in here.”
“Of course,” he acquiesced though in truth, she knew he was simply agreeing with her because he enjoyed toying with her. Dillon Buchanan was the worst sort of man — handsome enough to make a girl forget just how bad he was and just bad enough to make a girl think of terribly sexual things with a smoldering glance — and Penny had to check herself each time he poked his head into her life. Which, as of late, seemed like a lot.
“Stop it,” she said, shocking him with her terse demand. “I know what you’re doing and I’m not about to fall for it.”
“Oh?” One dark slash of an eyebrow lifted in mock surprise. “Do tell. What am I doing aside from providing you with a little friendly company in a room filled with strange faces? Perhaps I was mistaken in my assumption that you looked ready to pass out from sheer terror.”
“I did not look ready to pass out,” she said indignantly, but it was probably the fact that he was right that bothered her most. She had felt ready to crumple to the floor in a puddle of Vera Wang couture.

Jenna is approached by a mysterious woman in a limo and offered a huge sum of money. All she has to do is become a sex toy to a couple of billionaire brothers. Will she accept the cash to become a plaything? This steamy story is almost 7000 words, and contains blowjobs, group sex, and exhibitionist behavior!

alpha male, bdsm, bdsm romance, billionaire erotica, dominant male, erotica, exhibitionism, multiple partners, sex, submissive female, voyeur erotica

Sandra's such a klutz in the office when she collides into a handsome guy while on her way to the pantry. She doesn't think much of it until she's kidnapped and put up in the most luxurious bedroom she's ever seen. Her captor reveals himself to be Hank, the billionaire CEO of her company and the very same guy she ran into that day! Sandra wants out. Can the dominating and ruthless Hank tame her?

[WARNING; This 4200 word erotic experience contains graphic language, explicit scenes, oral sex, anal sex, power play, bondage, authority figures, master/slave role play, bdsm, usage of erotic tools and more! Adults only.]

Excerpt:

"The name's Hank, Hank Billiton."

Sandra's heart leapt to her mouth.

Hank Billiton? The Hank Billiton? Hank "Bil'" Billiton?

"Aren't you -"

"The one and only." Hank interrupted with his arms outstretched.

Not many people would know who Hank was, but Sandra, who read the Forbes 400 list for fun, knew exactly the kind of man Hank portrayed himself as in the media.

As far as Sandra was concerned, Hank was basically a man's man. The article she read about him made her think about a powerful, brooding man. A man ruthless in the business world and strict about maintaining the sanctity of his private life.

Sandra didn't think that she'd know much about him, at least not from the media anyway. But from just five minutes of personal interaction with Hank, she just couldn't shake this unnerving feeling welling up from within her.

He stepped forward, making her cringe instinctively. Would he employ judicious use of that truncheon in his hand?

Sandra didn't know, and she was sure as hell uncertain as to whether she wanted to find out.

Hank licked his lips.

"From the moment you fell at my feet I knew that I had to have you. What more, I know you want me as much as I want you right now."

Sandra stared at Hank in disbelief. His confidence (or delusions) was infectious.

Sure his overconfident demeanor did offend Sandra somewhat, but she liked men who knew what they want and didn't hesitate to go after it.

"What makes you think I want you?" Sandra ventured, challenging his faux authority.

Hank gripped the handle of the black stick so tightly the white of his knuckles were showing, sending fresh chills down Sandra's spine.

"If you didn't want me you'd be struggling and screaming at me to release you. So why haven't you?"

Sandra found herself not knowing how to respond.

Hank smiled at her stunned silence.

"Listen babe, I own you. Your life's tied to the pittance of a wage my company gives you. So be a good girl for a day or enjoy unemployment."

Sandra kept mum. She felt threatened and helpless, but despite her whir of distress, strange twisted arousal engulfed her body.

"Y-yes, Hank."

With the truncheon raised high into the air, Sandra found her shivering self cringing at the thought of getting beaten with Hank's thick black stick.

The sonic boom of air ripping through her eardrums made her yelp as Hank brought the stick down hard onto the wall behind Sandra.

It overwhelmed her with its power, firmly showing her who's boss around here.

Blind fear coursed through her veins as Hank stared right into her scared blue eyes. At this moment Sandra knew that she would be complying with any request from Hank, no matter how ludicrous.

"You mean, 'Yes, Master.', don't you, Sandra?"

"Y-yes," Sandra's voice dropped to a whisper, "master."

After a tremendous depresssion hits the economy, the povery-strickened society is forced to survive by any means necessary. The few left with money use their wealth to take advantage of desperate girls who audition for a job of becoming sex slaves to the wealthy.

Follow four billionaires as they hire virgin girls who are ready to be deflowered, and find out just how far these girls go to please their decadent masters.

Previously published under the name of "Countess Soledad".

Contains defloration, anal sex, oral sex, gangbangs, orgies, lesbian sex, double penetration, rimming, constraints, fisting, humiliation, and submission.

Excerpt:

With rope and gags in hand, the men each picked a slave girl and gagged her with handkerchiefs while also tying the girls’ arms and legs to the corners of the cot beds. The constraints awoke the girls, who struggled helplessly against the rope while crying out into their muffling gags.

Each appointed lady helped the men by holding their respective slave down while the men climbed onto the cots and had their way with the girls.

Mr. Stokes, the man who loved ass most of all, wasted no time in deflowering the slave’s pussy and instead went straight to her virgin ass. Ms. Clairmont assisted him, using her fingers to fuck the girl’s pussy until eventually her whole fist was rammed into the girl’s entrance.

The last thing Alyssa remembers is being at a party with her boyfriend. Now she's trapped inside a wooden box, shipped to be trained and sold off as a sex slave. Will she manage to find a way out of this situation, or will she learn to accept her place as a toy for the pleasure of anyone who claims her?

For adults only: this 7500-word novelette features masturbation, anal sex on a virgin, erotic piercing, bondage, enforced chastity, and the cruel domination of a new sex slave. May be too extreme for any but the most adventurous readers!

Brief Excerpt

The cuffs held her up but put a lot of weight on her shoulders, making them ache a little more as she leaned forward, her bare feet scrabbling on the ground to try and do their job. But then she heard a sound like gears or chains grinding, and she was pulled up higher, so that only the tips of her toes were brushing against the ground, leaving her hanging in the air. As she looked around, trying to see in the blinding light, Alyssa realized just how cold it was in here. The air conditioning must have been cranked up awfully high. Goosebumps were rising up all over her skin, and she could feel the chill teasing her nipples into full erectness.

Alyssa saw the blur approach again, then felt his hands grip her head tightly. Her confusion didn't last long; he very swiftly fitted some rusty-tasting metal ring into her mouth that held it open widely, then strapped it into place. She couldn't even try to form words now; it was effectively gagging her. Alyssa started to make a noise of protest, but the blur moved again, and started squirting small bursts of stale-tasting, lukewarm water into her mouth. Her parched tongue strained upward for it, past the gag, and her throat swallowed reflexively, gulping the water down. It only stopped when she could take no more, and water started dribbling down her chin. The blurry man left her vision then, leaving her to pant as she hung in the air.

She heard a faint clicking noise and the worst of the light began to fade. Her eyes still struggled to adjust, but it wasn't nearly so bad. As the spots faded from her vision, she could see now that she was in a sterile-looking, white-painted room. Her wrists were tightly bound to a steel frame of some sort. She couldn't see whoever had pulled her from the box. Maybe it and he both were behind her? The only other person in the room hadn't done it. He was just standing up from behind a light, folding table that was strewn with papers. And he was slender, wearing a dark business suit and fingerless gloves. His gleaming blue tie was perfectly straight, vanishing beneath his jacket. Not a hair on his head was out of place, and his lightly-tinted glasses were poised perfectly on his nose. No, he wasn't the sort of person to lift anything, let alone her from a big wooden box.

He glanced at her with a disinterest that made her shiver, then turned back to the table, lifting a paper from it. Alyssa focused her attention on him as best she could, using him as a gauge to see how well her eyes were adjusting to the light. Where were her clothes? She felt like she was completely on display, hanging like this. She wanted to bite her lip, to move her hands to cover herself, but between how she was tied and the gag, she couldn't. A few sounds came out of her mouth as she tried to ask the man with glasses for help, but if anything she was less successful at forming words than when her mouth was free and dry.

Lila Murphy, a quirky and hard-working employee on the seventy-eighth floor of Corinth Towers, had never been swept off her feet. Early one morning, as she’s pondering her toes in the corner of an elevator, someone with a taste for expensive Italian shoes steps onboard. Jason Corinth, inheritor of Corinth Enterprises, will do more – far more – than sweep Lila off her feet. Will Lila agree to his demands? Will she go along on a ride that will change her life? Will Jason’s every wish be Lila’s command?

Warning: This 12000+ word steamy erotic romance features explicit adult situations, sexual discovery, scenes of bondage, domination, longing, desire, a new beginning, and a man who does not take ‘no’ for an answer.

Excerpt:

A week had passed since my first, and only, run in with Jason Corinth. In fact, I had almost forgotten about it when the elevator beeped on floor eight again.

“Lila Murphy – just the woman I wanted to see,” he said as he stepped on and pressed the button for the fortieth floor.

Once again, I smoothed out my skirt. Immediately very aware of my appearance I worried that maybe he told everyone he hoped to see them again soon. Maybe that was just how he ended conversations. No matter what I did, I just could not seem to settle down.

“Are... you seem upset, is everything okay?”

A deep breath helped.

“No, no, I’m sorry Mr. Corinth, I just didn’t realize it was you. I mean, I didn’t realize you were you.” I shook my head. “What I mean is that I didn’t realize who you were.”

“Please, call me Jason. My dad is Mr. Corinth. He started this place, I just took it over.”

“Y-yes sir,” I stammered, “of course, Mr. Corinth.”

“Jason.” His voice was a bit harsh, but it was hedged with that infectious, unbelievable smile.

“Listen, I hope you don’t find this forward of me, but you look wonderful today. You did last week too. You’ve got a way of carrying yourself that I think,” he paused for a moment, and then lit a fire in my belly with his eyes – flashing, brilliant and green. “Well. I’m sorry. I’m speaking out of turn.”

“Mist- ah, Jason, you’re...”

“No I’m not,” he cut me off, “sorry, that is. I’m not sorry for what I said, and I saw how you were looking at me the other day in this very elevator. I know what you were thinking.”
I felt heat prickle the soft flesh of my neck and creep down my shirt. At the same time, I felt a little between my legs. 

“I haven’t stopped thinking the same exact thing since last week. Six days now? I hope you don’t mind, but,” he reached out and pulled the emergency brake on the elevator. “I’ve made arrangements.”