by Natalie Dae
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Bound to the Billionaire
ISBN # 978-1-78184-142-6
Bared to Him ©Copyright Sierra Cartwright 2012
Made for Him ©Copyright Desiree Holt 2012
Waiting for Him ©Copyright Natalie Dae 2012
Come to Him ©Copyright Justine Elyot 2012
Play to Him ©Copyright Wendi Zwaduk 2012
Die for Him ©Copyright Amy Valenti 2012
Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright October 2012
Edited by Eleanor Boyall
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BOUND TO THE BILLIONAIRE ANTHOLOGY
Bared to Him
Sierra Cartwright
Made for Him
Desiree Holt
Waiting for Him
Natalie Dae
Come to Him
Justine Elyot
Play to Him
Wendi Zwaduk
Die for Him
Amy Valenti
‘Bared to Him’ by Sierra Cartwright
Tempted by the billionaire...
When stern, handsome, powerful, and rich Phillip Dettmer offers to all make Myka Monroe’s BDSM fantasies come true, she’s oh so tempted. She has always dreamed of being with a man who would be relentless in his expectations, a Dom who will push her to the edge, giving her the climaxes she craves and the bondage she needs.
But she had never imagined that Phillip Dettmer would lay her bare to him, mentally and emotionally as well as sexually, or that the experience would change her life forever, leaving her stronger and more able to ask for what she needs…
‘Made for Him’ by Desiree Holt
She had one weekend to convince him she was made for him.
Micah Sheridan is a self-made billionaire who has the world at his fingertips. He can have any woman he wants but they all seem to leave him unfulfilled. What he really wants is a woman who can submit to him completely in the bedroom but who is a strong person out in the world. An equal match for him.
Enter Teri Choate who heads an executive search agency. She’s searching, too—for a man who can master her in bed yet allow her strong personality to flourish beyond the bedroom door. The chemistry between them is so explosive it should come with a warning. When a few nights together reveal she is as addicted to BDSM as he is, he has her flown to his secluded Maine island.
She has one weekend to prove to him she can be the perfect submissive in the bedroom and an equal beyond the bedroom doors. In short, a woman who is made for him.
‘Waiting for Him’ by Natalie Dae
As a sub, Shara wants to prove to herself that she’s the one who is really in control.
Shara is about to get a paddling, one that will test her pain threshold and take her to new levels. The stud-covered paddle will undoubtedly hurt, but she’s determined to show her Dom, John, that she can take whatever he can give her.
John is determined to show Shara that saying their safe word when she can’t take any more is an act of trust, not one of her being weak. Her safety is his primary concern and he will stop play if he feels she’s approaching the point where even subspace won’t save her.
Together they go on a journey of discovery, where Shara battles with relinquishing that final nugget of herself she’s always held back. Will she trust him enough to admit he was right and she was wrong?
‘Come to Him’ by Justine Elyot
Her submission is for sale—but is the price he paid for it enough? Or are the stakes higher than she realises?
Erin has her future all planned out. A postgraduate qualification, leading to a life in academia. There’s only one snag—she needs money. Taking her inspiration from the story of a girl who auctioned off her virginity, submissive Erin decides instead to offer her services to the highest bidder for one month. She only needs enough to pay for her studies, so she’s not quite prepared for the size of the winning bid.
What kind of man would pay a million pounds for a love slave? The kind of man who hides himself away on a remote fortress in the middle of the sea and does his errands by helicopter. Thrown into an unfamiliar world of luxurious isolation, Erin knows she will need to be strong to tough this contract out. Will Erin’s submission please her new master-for-a-month? And what if a month isn’t long enough?
‘Play to Him’ by Wendi Zwaduk
The key to her freedom is accepting his bonds.
Rhiannon Dubois set out to find her own path in life—with her music, her career and what she wants in the bedroom. No more giving in to get what she wants. She’s making her own rules.
Except with the billionaire playboy she can’t get out of her mind.
Sebastian Chastain knows Rhiannon better than she knows herself. Despite her best efforts to hide her need for submission behind her independent streak, she blossoms when she relinquishes control. He’s got the tools to jumpstart her career and he’s not stopping until she regains her spot in the limelight.
She puts herself in his masterful hands, but can he also convince her to offer her heart?
‘Die for Him’ by Amy Valenti
She’s meant to guard his body, not to get up close and personal with it. But anything he wants, he gets—and he wants her.
Billionaires aren’t amongst Mia’s favourite clients. She’s a bodyguard, and in her experience only the morally defunct alpha males make the big bucks. So when she’s assigned to guard Dean Tremaine’s luscious body, she doesn’t expect to be more than superficially attracted to him. He’s getting death threats from disgruntled employees, after all. Why would she find him irresistible?
She might have underestimated how much she wants him, but he’s just as used to getting his own way as she expects. And when her main concern is his safety, the last thing she needs is for him to disregard her instructions, or to distract her with his provocative behaviour.
When he holds a business meeting in one of the private rooms of a local fetish club—a club he just happens to own—Mia’s ability to concentrate on her job is put to the ultimate test. She’s a newbie to the BDSM scene, and the kinky atmosphere of the club is more titillating than she’d ever have guessed. Not only that, but Dean is just as dominant sexually as he is professionally, and despite the death threats and her rejection of his advances, he seems determined to seduce her into submission.
Can Mia persuade the sexy billionaire to keep his hands off her for long enou
gh to protect his life? Or will his reckless pursuit of her affections lead to disaster?
BARED TO HIM
Sierra Cartwright
Chapter One
“Which floor?”
“Twelve, thanks,” Myka said slightly breathlessly. He’d patiently held the elevator door open while she hurried across the lobby of the downtown Denver office building. She’d been at lunch too long—the quarterly gathering with her college girlfriends had been too scandalously delicious to leave. As the waiter had brought a second glass of wine for each of them, they’d shared stories of their sex lives—the thrills and droughts—and now she was running late for a meeting with a client.
The man pushed the button for the twelfth floor and then fifteen, presumably for his. The elevator doors slid shut.
“How’s the book?”
Self-consciously she moved the bestselling paperback behind her. “I just borrowed it from a friend.” Borrowed it? Prised it from Kathleen’s unwilling fingers was more like it. Everywhere Myka went, it seemed people were talking about the book, and, after some of her friends’ confessions over lunch, Myka had been desperate to read it. She knew little about BDSM, yet what she knew intrigued her. But where would she find a man into that kind of kink? Her last boyfriend had freaked out and left when she’d brought out scarves and asked him to tie her up.
“Do you know anything about the book?” he asked.
She took a second look at him. He was taller than her, by at least six inches, and that said something since she was unusually tall. In heels, she wasn’t used to looking up at many people.
He appeared to be in his late thirties. His dark hair had a smattering of appealing grey at the temples. It added to his distinguished good looks.
His eyes were a startling green. She had the odd sense that he saw through her tough exterior into her innermost secrets.
She knew she was staring, but she couldn’t look away. His scent seemed to brand the air—something crisp and outdoorsy, a stamp of primal male power and intrigue. Even his clothing captured attention.
Myka made a decent living as a financial adviser, and she recognised quality. The suit that had been exquisitely tailored to fit his toned body cost at least a month of her salary.
“So, do you?”
She was lost. “Do I what?”
“Do you know anything about the book?”
He captured her gaze. Instinct told her to look away, but she couldn’t. Unnerved, she stepped forward so she could exit quickly. “It’s hard not to,” she said. “It’s being talked about everywhere.” Realising she was in danger of babbling, something she did not do, she countered, “Have you read it?”
“I haven’t read it, no. There’s no need.”
A bell dinged, signalling that she’d reached her floor. “No need?” she asked.
“I live the lifestyle,” he said.
The doors slid open.
He moved forward, crowding her space. She’d have to brush past him to exit. He pressed the button to keep the doors open. “Look me up if you’re curious.”
This man, tall and broad, had an air of easy command, as if he was accustomed to issuing orders and having others obey. She had an insane urge to treat him with respect he’d yet to earn. She felt her body grow warmer.
He stepped aside, and she exited the elevator. The doors slid closed.
“You were on the elevator with Phillip Dettmer? Hello…? Earth to Myka…”
She looked at Lori, the firm’s receptionist. Lori had been with Lawson Financial almost as long as Myka had been. “That was Phillip Dettmer?” Though it was fruitless, she looked back towards the closed elevator doors.
“Yeah. The one. The only. The unbearably sexy.”
Myka knew the name—who in Denver didn’t? He was legendary when it came to buying businesses, whether they wanted to be bought or not. He owned stakes in the local baseball team and was rumoured to be a billionaire. From his air of confidence, she certainly believed it. Of course she knew the name, but she didn’t follow the local media enough to have recognised his picture.
Lori was making an elaborate show of fanning herself with a manila file folder. “Every time I see him, he makes me want to do things that are immoral.”
Myka had a similar sense. “Do you see him often?”
“He has a business associate in this building. If the switchboard announces he’s in the building, I try to catch a glimpse of him.”
“He asked about the book.” Myka held up the paperback. “He wanted to know if I’d read it.”
“You talked about sex with Phillip Dettmer? In the elevator? Get out!” Lori dropped the manila folder.
“Not about sex exactly.”
“Just about kink?”
She didn’t tell Lori that he’d invited her to look him up. It didn’t escape her notice that he hadn’t given her a business card or any other way to reach him. If she wanted to contact him, she’d have to be determined. And maybe he wasn’t serious, anyway.
“I’d get naked with him in a second. Colour me green with jealous monster,” Lori said.
The phone rang, and Lori answered, sounding like a consummate professional, even though she gave Myka a wide smile and a big thumbs-up.
Myka continued to her office and shut the door. For a moment, she leaned her shoulders against the wood. Her heart was racing, and she couldn’t seem to banish the scent of him.
Good God, she had this kind of reaction, and he hadn’t even touched her.
She took a deep breath then smoothed her skirt as she walked to her desk to hide the book. She had a meeting in less than five minutes. Her voicemail notification was blinking madly, and she still had investments to research before going home.
All afternoon, the meeting in the elevator teased her thoughts. She couldn’t wait to get back to the privacy of her loft.
A couple of hours later than she’d planned, she arrived home. She skipped dinner and opted for a glass of wine, instead.
At home, she went into her office, placed the book on the desk and then powered up her computer to learn what she could about Phillip Dettmer. There was page after page of information, from his business dealings, to his charitable endeavours, to his numerous romances, some of them with actresses and models, even one with an heiress. It seemed as if none of his relationships had lasted more than a few weeks.
He looked heart-stoppingly hot in a tuxedo on the red carpet. He was fuck-me gorgeous in jeans and a brown leather bomber jacket. And, oh God, in a swimsuit with the surf behind him… Phillip Dettmer definitely worked out. The picture was grainy—probably a paparazzi shot—but she could see the dark hair that arched downward, disappearing into the waistband of his swim trunks. And he’d invited her to make contact with him!
Dare she?
She went back to his business website and clicked on the Contact Us page. There was a picture of him in a suit—a typical headshot—a brief bio, concluding with the reassurance that he really did want to hear from people. Boldly she took the next step and clicked on his picture.
The next page didn’t provide his email address, rather it had a number of blanks for her to fill in. She hovered the pointer over the first field before exhaling and moving her hand away from the mouse.
What was she doing even contemplating a hook-up with a billionaire? He was out of her league, and she knew next to nothing about the kinky lifestyle he professed to live.
With a sigh, she closed her web browser and turned off the computer. She picked up the paperback before heading to the master bathroom to turn on the bathwater. Tonight a shower wouldn’t do. She needed a long, leisurely soak with bubbles, wine, a book, and a fantasy.
An hour later, she’d read a hundred scorching pages that had left her feeling restless. She’d finished the glass of wine, and she’d reheated the bathwater twice.
Myka slammed the book closed, dropped it on the floor, leant back against the bath pillow, and closed her eyes. Part of her wished she’d never
read a page. She was more aroused and dissatisfied than she ever remembered being. Suddenly she knew what she’d been missing, what she’d been craving.
Every one of her sexual experiences had been ho-hum and boring. She’d had plenty of missionary sex. One guy had preferred she be on top. She’d broken up with her last boyfriend six months ago, and clearly the drought was getting to her. How else could she explain the fact she suddenly wanted Phillip Dettmer to tie her hands behind her back and bend her over the bed? He’d use a silk scarf, or maybe handcuffs… He’d tell her, in detail, what he was going to do to her before slapping her ass hard.
She opened her eyes. It was almost as if she could feel the pressure of his open-handed strike on her buttocks.
What the hell was going on? Myka had always been practical and realistic, never given to flights of fancy. She’d studied hard, graduated with honours, and secured a great job. But now…
She climbed from the bathtub and wrapped herself in a fluffy towel. Maybe it was because she’d read the book, or from the risqué lunch conversation, but she was more turned on than she remembered being. She grabbed a vibrator from the nightstand drawer and lay down on the bed.
After turning on the switch, Myka parted her thighs and placed the egg-shaped vibrator against her pussy. She finally admitted the truth to herself. She was aroused, not from the book or from lunch with her friends. It was the chance meeting with Mr Dettmer that had her on edge.