by Q. Zayne
But nothing about Gabe gave the impression of being criminal. Nor did he come across as an actor, or a liar. He gave the impression of a man who owned the world, who had massive resources available, who yet retained humility and compassion. Even his choice of a vintage car and taste for old Blues gave me a sense of a good man — and comparisons with my father, also a good man, were unavoidable.
He turned to me in the plane’s casual seating area with anchored luxurious seats. “Make yourself at home. There’s a restroom toward the rear on the left. You have fifteen minutes until it’s time to fasten your seat belt. Help yourself to a hot shower. There are towels and robes in the cabinet. If you want, you can hang up your dress and wear a robe for the flight. Leave the heat lamp and fan on in the john and your dress and things will be dry by the time we arrive.”
“Oh. Thanks.” I didn’t love the idea of flying in a bathrobe, but it was a hospitable and sensible suggestion. I didn’t want to stay in the wet dress that kept threatening to show my goods every time I moved. “Where’s the flight crew?” The plane seemed unoccupied. Completely silent. With the hatch closed, I couldn’t hear the wind, though I saw a mass of weeds roll down the runway like a tumbleweed in a Western.
“You’re looking at him,” he saluted and gave me his winsome smile. What wouldn’t I do for this man?
“Aye, aye, Captain.”
Gabe turned smartly and let himself into the pilot’s cabin in the nose of the plane.
I headed for the head, or whatever you call it on a freaking private jet, OMG, what was I doing?
I made myself stay calm and keep walking. I had no idea where we were going, so I’d take the opportunity to relieve myself before we took off. I made the mistake of taking a road trip with my roommates, down the coast to Big Sur, and one girl was so annoying — instead of going when we made stops to eat or get gas, she’d whine for a stop in between. That was only a small example of that girl and the others getting on my nerves. My first year at college, which was my first year in a city, came as a revelation that many people were raised without any instructions about consideration for others, so their entire day, every day, was me, me, me. I became a loner. I lived with five girls, but the less I had to deal with them, the better. I got up before dawn to have time to myself and spent most of my time in my room. I wouldn’t mind seeing any one of my roommates at the center of an ex-con bang. But me?
I found the restroom and used it. I felt better after a hot, pulsing shower. The cushy towel soothed every inch of my body and the heat-lamp and blow drier took away the last of the chill. I left my shoes to dry, too. Clad in nothing but a fluffy white robe, I steeled myself for the flight. The room was big and softly lit, with curved lines from the jet’s body. The rich knew how to live. I smoothed my hair and freshened my lipstick at the mirror molded to the wall. My hair was windblown and my eyes looked like a caged animal’s, but all things considered, I looked all right. I wrung out my dress and hung it up. I would have chosen something other than a fire engine red skin-tight mini dress to meet Gabe, if I’d had any idea I was about to meet a billionaire who’d offer to change my life. I pressed my lips together, blotted my lipstick.
Would I like it, life on a private island? Going to classes online instead of in person with people I had nothing in common with after a train ride crammed in with people who stank of BO or too many smelly products? Mm. Let’s do the math. But was I seriously considering dropping everything and taking Gabe up on his invitation for a new home? A new home after I gave the erotic performance of my life as the hired sex job for a gang of huge ex cons. There was that minor detail.
I padded back to my seat on the cushioned carpet. Gabe’s jet was nothing like the few commercials planes I’d experienced.
I sat in a window seat and fastened my seatbelt.
“All set? Don’t worry about a thing. The skies are clear and we’ve got an easy flight ahead,” Gabe assured me via the sound system, like a silky DJ talking over the Blues.
“All set,” I yelled. I hoped I was. I tapped my foot to the music’s sexy rhythm.
The engines purred. In a few heartbeats the plane rolled down the runway. I watched the hills accelerate outside my window, a single wisp of cloud made a streak on the light blue sky over the bay. The plane rose. He was smooth. An excellent takeoff. I relaxed, let out my breath.
The buildings and gold meadows receded. We flew over the bay. I looked down on the Golden Gate, the ships becoming smaller and smaller, the highways shrinking to ant trails.
We were on our way to the island. Just a visit. I didn’t have to decide yet.
But I knew, even if Gabe didn’t, he’d hit on a secret fantasy. That ultimate scene of being used by brutal men, cock after cock and not being responsible for any of it.
Gabe offered me the ultimate freedom, and the ultimate incentive. He’d pay me an amazing amount by covering all my living expenses for the duration of my education, and all the fees for my degree. He’d give me the means to meet my goal, achieve my dream. No one in my family ever went to college. Not aunts, uncles, cousins, no one. Mom dropped out of high school. This was my way out of the rural life, the not-home I couldn’t go back to anyway. I’d get my degree, and even if I didn’t make it as an animator, I could teach. I’d get an ESL certificate and I’d be employable anywhere in the world. I’d never be helpless again.
But could I pay the price he was asking? Could his therapists and doctor really help me afterward if I entered the nightmare where brutal, truly dangerous men got to use me all night for the entertainment of a bunch of perverted billionaires? Maybe that’s how it worked, the billionaires secretly imagined themselves at the center of all those sex-ravenous studs, bottoms by proxy… But doing the show might take me apart. It was one thing to have secret fantasies, another to surrender to extreme acts in real life.
And he wanted me to sign a contract. That made me have to take responsibility. It would be much easier if he was abducting me, taking away all control.
Maybe Gabe was a sadist.
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A young, former nun with angel hair fallen on hard times. A billionaire with a painful past who recruits Pia for his BDSM show. Does enacting pain heal, or destroy?
It’s auction night at The Billionaires Club. The outnumbered petite beauty is about to find out what she’ll have to do to earn $10,000.
How did the stunning stranger know I needed help? And that I had dark fantasies? Something about Gabe’s turquoise eyes drew me to him. His hands on my shoulders sent a warm current between my legs. If he kept looking at me like that, I might agree to anything.
But if he knew my secret, that I’d never let a man touch me, would he still want me?
“Come with me, Pia. For one night. I want to make your dreams come true.”
This is a standalone, near-future dark fantasy novella rated 18+ due to language, sexual content and mature themes, including unprotected interracial public submission to big men. No cliffhanger. BOUND is the fourth episode in The Billionaires Club series. This episode is as sexual as the others but most of the language is less blunt, in keeping with the heroine’s innocence.
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I had a three-day notice to pay rent or quit. The ad was the answer to my problem. Someone needed a party hostess for 24 hours on a private island. With my catering experience and model looks, I could get the gig.
But when I set eyes on the man about to fly me to the island, I realized I might have made a mistake. The tall, older, arrogant stranger didn’t just undress me
with his eyes, he used me right there on the pavement. Deviant desires seemed to radiate from him.
He pulled a black leather dog collar out of his pocket.
“You have to sign this before we do anything. Read it.” He handed me a contract.
The wind swept a bottle down the runway and blew my skirt up. It was hard to read with his dark eyes looking right through my underwear and into my secret places.
“This is a mistake. I didn’t know the ad meant —.”
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Hailey stared at the doctor. The Billionaires Club physician looked fatherly. In the sexiest sense possible. A silver fox. Buff as hell. His muscles bulged in his white dress shirt. He wore a stethoscope around his neck like a soap opera heart throb. Big hands with long fingers and perfect nails. No wedding ring.
How had I gone from being indifferent to men to being swept away by these two? Well, these were among the most stunning men I’d ever laid eyes on. Alphonso and the guys at the club didn’t seem to be from the same species. What a freaking upgrade. Her face got impossibly hotter and her hands got so sweaty she wiped them on her skirt.
“Pleased to meet you.” Her voice came out a squeak.
The men glanced at each other in silent communication. She hoped she wasn’t making a horrible first impression.
“Relax. I don’t bite. Come this way and we’ll get the physical over with. It doesn’t take long. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
That’s when Hailey became afraid. No one ever said anything like that in a horror movie unless there was a good freaking reason to be scared out of your mind. What were her odds of escaping, if she ran for the door right then? But the two men were too close to her. Gabriel turned, as though reading her mind, and sealed the hatch.
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Finding Cole was more than a job. This case would mean survival. But I wasn't prepared for how seeing him again would make me feel.
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Witch Love
He drew himself up and hit me with his killer smile. "I'm an artist. And you're a beauty. You deserve your original name, Cassandra." It sounded amazing in his mouth. I'd never liked my name before he said it. Now it sounded witchy and hot. His smile weakened me to my toes.
Okay, how was I supposed to stay mad at this guy?
Mario’s fingers burned my wrist. We were standing in the shed, about as far from my mom's bedroom as we could get and it started to sink in that maybe that was the whole point of his bringing me here.
I took a deep breath. I was kind of shaking.
"Now for what we came here for, Cassandra. First, you must agree to it. And second, you must understand that if you wish it, I will stop." He held up a big finger to tick off those points. What was he talking about?
"What?" I was tempted to make another crack about his mental health, but there was something steely about him, and I wasn't so sure anymore that anyone would hear me scream.
He shut the door and locked it, his movements calm and unhurried, as if to bring that point home.
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As wrong as it was, I had feelings for him.
When I woke up chained to the altar in the Mayan temple, I knew the forbidden man in my life invited me on his dig for a dark purpose.
Unless I could escape, I might find out more about John's tantalizing evil side than I really wanted to know.
Virgin Captive: Mayan Demon's Taboo Punishments is the complete collection of the Time Travel Secrets in the Underworld serial. It's a standalone with no cliffhanger, although some of the characters return in the forthcoming Mayan Torture serial.
If you like erotic horror, ancient secrets, bizarre fantasy torture, archeology, Mayan lore and dark fantasy, you'll love Q. Zayne's scary exploration of an adventurous young woman's darkest hours.
All characters are 18+ and readers should be, too, due to mature content, dark themes and disturbing imagery. Includes unprotected bisexual MMF menage.
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CAPTURE Description
If untouched Angie agrees to let the billionaires chase her, they’ll do what they want if they catch her.
Angie sets out to sail around the world solo, but a storm wrecks her chances. A charismatic billionaire offers the 19 year-old sailor the means to fulfill her dream and save her dad’s life. But she’ll have to participate in Gabe’s sadistic hunter and prey game in the jungle, as the prey.
I don’t want to give away too much of the story; the suspense of what’s going to happen to Angie i
s part of the fun. You can look inside for clues. If you’ve read other episodes, be warned that Angie is a lot more feisty than the other heroines and there isn’t an auction in this one. It's a whole different game on this nasty island. This is a standalone interracial erotica novella, the fifth episode of The Billionaires Club. Angie’s story resolves completely. No cliffhanger.
Please Note: CAPTURE — Wrecked Innocent: A Big, Black Surprise for Angie is a scary-hot futuristic dark fantasy. It is erotica, not romance. To be clear, this is a dirty book.
CAPTURE — Wrecked Innocent is rated Mature 18+ for sexual content, language, BDSM and extravagant kinks of many kinds, including true love. :) Contents may be triggering for some readers.
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