Obey the Billionaire

Fashion model Elena Frey enjoys a taste of rough, dark passion at Scott Jameson’s hands-and it was nothing like she’d ever imagined. She soon learns what it would take to be the woman in his life. He doesn’t just take her body-he wants to own it.

He demands Elena’s total submission and she must decide if the price is too high to pay to be with a man who has pushed her beyond all past boundaries.

Warning: This 8,700 word short story contains hot steamy explicit sex with a dominating alpha male billionaire.

Excerpt:

Scott Jameson’s warnings didn’t seem to matter now.

Not when she’d had a taste of his dark, searing passion and wanted more.

That first time…he’d set her free. Opened doors in her head she’d never known existed. Made her discover a part of herself that had always been hidden, suppressed. That side that held a once unconscious instinct to be dominated by a strong male, especially in the sexual context.

Elena knew she’d never, ever forget how it had felt to be punished…and pleasured by Scott Jameson. The things he’d made her do – the things he’d made her say…The way he’d laid his hands on her, and took his belt to her ass…she shivered uncontrollably now as she felt shocked she’d let it all happen.

Cecilia Styles is set to write a hard-hitting article on billionaire CEO James Taggart. 

Until she interviews him, that is. He catches her off guard with his charm and humanity.

She makes an impression on him, too. Enough of one for Taggart to offer to continue the interview the next day. Cecilia knows she needs to remain professional, but she has fantasies...

Excerpt:

Cecilia heard grunting coming from one corner of the room. Frowning, she walked over to investigate. Pushing a palm frond out of her face, she saw a second amazing sight: Taggart was pumping iron in a corner gym. Looking at his triceps as they bulged in their effort to shove the bar away from his chest kindled an unexpected hint of warmth between Cecilia’s legs.

She coughed politely. 

With one final push, James Taggart, CEO of Taggart Holdings, heaved the bar back onto the rack and sat up. He grabbed a hand towel and dabbed it at his forehead and face and took a long pull out of a water bottle. 

Cecilia felt frustration and began tapping her foot. Taggart looked at her, his sharp eyes appraising and calculating. He must have liked what he saw, because he smiled as he pulled the nipple of the water bottle out of his lips. 

“Ms. Styles, right?” Taggart said.

She had been forced to wait, and now he wasn’t even certain he remembered her name? Cecilia was fed up. She cocked her eyebrow at him and said, “And you must be Mr Taggart?”

There was a glint in his eye, and Cecilia felt a sudden coldness in her chest. Had she really just been cheeky with a man who could ruin her career with a phone call?

Isabeau Willcox feels like she's living in a dream. Brooding billionaire Chase Drake wants her, and what's more, he wants to show her his world, his darker side that includes a secret sex dungeon and deliciously naughty toys that spark her imagination and make her knees weak.

When he shackles her and makes her his slave, she's brought to heights she never imagined. But when he asks to make their arrangement more permanent, she remembers how quickly he's dismissed previous assistants. 

Will he tire of her and drop her like all the rest? Or is this the love she's been waiting for?

This is the third part of the "Billionaire's Beck and Call" series by best selling erotica and romance author, Delilah Fawkes.

Chase Drake plans to wine and dine the investors during a weekend trip fit for a billionaire. When Isabeau steps up to plan the event, he knows he's found someone who's truly his match.

However, more is at stake than money when the aftermath of a high stakes poker game turns his partner against him.

Can their relationship endure the meddling of Alexander Smith, or will it collapse like a house of cards?

This 6000 word story is the seventh part of the bestselling erotic romance series, The Billionaire's Beck and Call.

EXCERPT:

“I have a surprise for you,” he whispered to me, nuzzling my neck as we rode the elevator to the penthouse suite.

“Mmm?” I wrapped my hands in his hair as he nibbled my ear, my heartbeat pounding with each touch of his lips.

We’d wined and dined the night away, and now relief flooded through me knowing that at least this night had gone as planned. Everything had been organized to perfection, and the board members and investors seemed to be enjoying themselves.

The elevator shuddered to a halt, and I squealed as Mr. Drake scooped me up into his arms.

“I think you’re going to enjoy it, little slave,” he said. “Do you trust me?”

He set me down just long enough to unlock the door at the end of the hall, then threw me over his shoulder again. I giggled against his tuxedo jacket, the wine and the intoxicating smell of his cologne making me feel giddy.

He kicked the door shut and tossed me onto the bed so hard that I bounced. I glanced around, my breath catching at the view, visible from the huge marble balcony attached to the suite. Stars winked at me from the clear night sky, and I grinned. Even when he traveled, Mr. Drake had to be on top of the world.

“You didn’t answer me. Do you trust me, Isa?”

He towered over me at the foot of the bed, looking sexy as hell with his tuxedo shirt half unbuttoned, bow tie hanging askew where I’d tugged it open.

“Of course I do.”

He leaned down under the bed and reemerged holding a small travel bag. “Then put this on.”

I took it from him, and opened it, not sure what to expect. Part of me feared it would be another expensive dress, but I smiled at what I saw. A black, padded blindfold. It was perfect.

My body tingled all over as I slid it down over my eyes, securing it around the back of my head.

“Can you see anything?”

“No, Sir.”

I felt him near me, but my world was now as black as pitch. The blindfold molded itself to the contours of my face, sealing out all light. He snapped his fingers an inch away from my ear, and I jumped with a little shriek.

“Good girl. I think you’ll agree, it’s more fun if you’re honest with me...”

Hands caressed me through my dress, teasing as they ran down my ribcage, stopping just before squeezing my breasts.

“Hold your arms out at your sides and lie back, little slave.”

I let him gently push me down until my head hit the pillow and both arms were stretched out like a cross. I heard a rustling near my head, but held still, waiting with bated breath to discover what my master had planned for me. Something silky wrapped around my wrist, then tightened, stretching my arm out. I heard soft footfalls on the carpet, and then my other wrist was being bound, tied in place with something strong but soft. One of his neckties, maybe? I gave an inquisitive yank, but I was held firm to the bedposts, helpless to escape.

“Now, you’re mine to do with as I please. The question is... what am I going to do first?”

Not the Life She Expected

When Sarah Vaughn agreed to the terms of the contract with Joshua Hunter, she never thought she would actually fall for the gorgeous billionaire.  Now he wants to extend her contract, retaining control for a longer period of time.  Sarah agrees but is determined to get the stoic billionaire to open up to her.  She meets his dashing cousin, Ethan, who tries to pursue her and the jealous billionaire is none too pleased.  But does Ethan really want Sarah or is he just trying to rattle his cousin?  And does Sarah finally get fed up with Joshua's jealousy? 

Tensions come to a head between Chase Drake and his business partner, Lex, when his relationship with Isabeau is threatened. After an all-out fight, Isabeau learns some of the secrets from Mr. Drake's mysterious past and realizes she cares about him more than ever.

However, when they discover evidence of Lex's betrayal at the office, they may be too late to stop him from ruining the lives of every employee at Drake & Smith. Will everything Chase has worked for crumble to dust, or will he and Isabeau find a way to thwart disaster?

This 5200 word story is part eight in the bestselling erotic romance series, "The Billionaire's Beck and Call."

EXCERPT:

Morning arrived, bringing with it a dull, thumping headache and a whole new batch of problems.

I rolled over and rested my head on Mr. Drake’s chest, breathing in the delicious mixture of his spiced cologne and the musky smell that was all him. I ran my hand lightly through the sprinkling of hair over his pecs, listening to the steady sound of his breathing.

If I could have stayed in bed with him all day, I would have, maybe watching old movies and ordering room service to ease my hangover. But I knew we still had investors to please and tasks to accomplish. I sighed with longing and pressed a kiss to his skin.

Despite the throbbing in my skull, I still wanted him, wanted to tease him and stroke him before feeling him inside of me. I ran my hand lower, skimming over the hard planes of his abdomen before sliding below the sheets.

A rough hand grabbed my wrist, Mr. Drake’s low laugh rumbling through his chest.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?”

I laughed, too, then touched my head and winced. Too loud. Mr. Drake pulled back and smoothed my hair away from my face.

“Headache?”

I nodded. “Mmm hmm.”

“Aren’t you supposed to use that as an excuse not to make love, Isa? You seem to be doing this all wrong.”

I stretched back on my pillow, letting the sheets fall off my full breasts. I smiled as his eyes traveled downward, his pupils darkening.

“But what if making love will cure me? Isn’t it worth a try?”

He looked like he wanted to pounce on me, but then furrowed his brow. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Maybe we could... go slow?” I pulled the sheet lower, letting the cotton slide down, revealing the curves of my body.

He groaned as he watched, his hands soon wandering where his eyes had traveled. His fingers grazed my sex, lightly playing over my folds as I gasped. Our lips met as he stroked me softly, his tongue sliding across my teeth.

“I don’t usually do it like this,” he said. “But right now, I just want to make you feel as good as possible.”

I grinned, thinking of his dungeon. No kidding.

But I groaned as he leaned down and kissed his way around each breast, stopping to lap at each nipple until it tightened into a peak. I loved that he could be as tender as he was rough, drawing pleasure out of me the way a master musician draws beauty from his instrument.

When he entered me, it was slow and steady, his hips rocking forward and back, letting me adjust as we began our slow dance together. He looked into my eyes as we moved, the rhythm of his body matching each hitch of my breath, each small moan escaping from my lips.

When Isabeau reveals to Mr. Drake that she's not ready to be his slave, he refuses to share his bed with her, giving her time to think about what she really wants. Will she let fear get in the way of the best thing that's ever happened to her?

When she decides to take a leap of faith, he's one step ahead of her, sending a car to bring her to him as his date to an extravagant party, with one thing in mind: punishing her for her lack of trust in a way that will make her squirm. 

Will Isabeau succumb to fear, or will she finally give Mr. Drake the control he desires?

This 5900 word story is the fourth part of the "Billionaire's Beck and Call" series by best selling erotica and romance author, Delilah Fawkes.