Hers to Bid (The Billionaire's Toy) (A Femdom BDSM Erotic Romance)
Idealistic and philanthropic volunteer Jake agrees to be sold at a charity auction with the expectation that it would end with him taking a bored, rich housewife out to a quiet dinner and a show. He's instead surprised to be purchased by a mysterious and beautiful woman, and unraveling her mystery may be more than he can handle. Includes bdsm, bondage and toys in this 7,000 word explicit story. More
Idealistic and philanthropic volunteer Jake agrees to be sold at a charity auction with the expectation that it would end with him taking a bored, rich housewife out to a quiet dinner and possibly a show. He's instead surprised to be purchased by a mysterious and beautiful woman, and unraveling her mystery may be more than he can handle…
Demanding and alluringly beautiful billionaire Alessandra Costa gets what she wants, and she wants Jake. When she wins him at a charity auction, she's ready to show him a new world of contracts, desires, and submission. Includes bdsm, bondage, toys, and teasing in this 7,000 word story.
Warning: This sizzling erotic romance contains explicit sex.
Be sure to check out the sequel, Hers to Command, now available!
"So, uh, I'm Jake," he said and offered his hand for a shake.
"Yes," she said in a quiet, even voice. "I know."
She extended her hand as if to shake his, but her fingers brushed against his inner wrist. Jake started at her touch. His skin smoldered where she had stroked him. Jake clasped his other hand to the back of his neck and laughed nervously.
She spoke over him. "Alessandra Costa. I bought you."
"Yes," Jake said, finding his voice. "How does this work? Dinner and a show?"
"Honey, you are the show." The way she spoke sent shivers down his spine, and he wondered what she meant by that. Everything about this woman clouded his mind. Before he could respond, she handed him a pack of papers. "Standard contract."
Jake cast his eyes downward and skimmed over the front page. What started as standard boilerplate quickly turned into something unlike any contract he had ever seen.
"Jake Harris, being of sound mind and body, hereinafter referred to as the submissive..."
He realized what some of the terms meant, and his **** started to harden.
"The safeword indicated on the corresponding line below will be designated by the submissive and used at such time that the submissive wishes to express that a boundary has been crossed."
Jake looked up from the document, surprised to see that Alessandra had slid in closer to him. Her thigh grazed his. She placed a hand on his thigh, and his growing ******** tented his trousers. Her eyes flickered down and back up to meet his. The small smile at the corner of her lips grew.
"As I said, I think you'll find this to be a standard contract," she said. Alessandra leaned in close. Jake could see down the low neckline of her camisole and feel her hot breath against his neck. His heart hammered. "And a non-disclosure agreement of course."
"Of course," he murmured.
She slid near to him. The hem of her skirt rose, exposing her thigh highs and just barely covered her panty-clad *****. Her hand traced up his leg and stopped inches short of his massive *****. He bit his lip to hold in a moan.
"Sign the contract, Jake," she whispered. "Then we can play."