Tied to the Billionaire

Tied to the Billionaire

by Amy Armstrong, Lisabet Sarai, Cheryl Dragon

Challenge to Him' by Lisabet Sarai

All the wealth in the world can’t buy willing surrender.

Andrew MacIntyre, heir to a vast empire of railroads, mines and mills, is the second or third richest man in America, and by far the most eligible bachelor among the society folk summering in Newport, Rhode Island. His mother has filled their opulent mansion… See more details below


Challenge to Him' by Lisabet Sarai

All the wealth in the world can’t buy willing surrender.

Andrew MacIntyre, heir to a vast empire of railroads, mines and mills, is the second or third richest man in America, and by far the most eligible bachelor among the society folk summering in Newport, Rhode Island. His mother has filled their opulent mansion with marriageable daughters of bankers and industrialists, but Andrew knows none of these callow young women can satisfy his perverse sexual needs. No respectable girl would ever consent to being bound and beaten, to serving and obeying him the way he craves. His money gives him the freedom to purchase anything except his heart’s desire—a submissive partner to share his life.

Independent, progressive and well-educated, labour activist Olivia Alcott has dedicated herself to improving the lot of the workers who toil in the factories that have made Andrew and his class so wealthy. The strike she organises triggers a confrontation between her and the handsome billionaire. Although their disparate backgrounds and values make them natural foes, something stronger draws them to one another—an intuitive recognition of complementary fantasies.

Andrew offers Olivia a bargain— better working conditions for the mill staff, in return for a weekend of her unquestioning obedience. Olivia will help him deflect the attentions of the potential mates assembled by his mother, as well as providing more intimate services. Given Olivia’s origins, a more enduring relationship appears impossible—but Andrew is not the sort to give up something he wants.

'Hot for Him' by Amy Armstrong

Is self-confessed control freak Elena able to let go of her fears to win her heart’s desire - the enigmatic billionaire Charles Hunt - a man who requires nothing less than her absolute submission?

When feisty wild child Elena Meadows is invited to Cannes by her uncle Henry, the timing couldn’t be better. A successful interior designer in London, Elena is a stout believer in the old adage work hard, play harder, but her fast-paced lifestyle is beginning to take its toll. A week basking in the heat of the French Riviera sounds like the perfect way to recharge, but upon her arrival she discovers that Henry has been inadvertently called away leaving his business partner Charles Hunt to man the helm. Elena has always been attracted to the American billionaire, but found his dominant personality at odds with her own.

Charles has never hidden his desire for Elena, but will accept nothing less than her absolute submission. If Elena could learn to relinquish control, they would make a formidable couple, but breaking the habit of a lifetime doesn't come easy for a self-confessed control freak even though the sexual tension between them sizzles hotter than the midday sun.

'Belonging to Him' by Sam Crescent

He won't take no for an answer.

Simon Allen is a billionaire and a dominant. He takes what he wants and to hell with the consequences. From the moment Hope Pattern enters his office for her interview as his personal assistant, Simon knows he is going to have her.

Taking Hope as his sub is the easy part. She gives him everything: her body, her trust and her heart. But she refuses to be his wife. Simon will not give up until Hope is his wife. He hasn’t become a billionaire by giving up. Hope will be his.

She is crumbling under his domination. What will happen when she gives Simon that last part of herself? Will he be done with her or will he finally prove to her what it means to be his woman?

'Devoted to Him' by Cheryl Dragon

Both from broken homes, Jason and Fiona take marriage very seriously. Will tradition ruin their kink or make them even more committed?

Jason Abbot is a man who has everything, including the perfect submissive fiancée. His parents’ ugly divorce and

Fiona’s lack of a father at all in her life has him convinced that commitment and tradition are the only ways to make them both feel safe. Marriage won’t curtail their bondage play or his dominant side. However, one change seems only logical—Jason has shared Fiona with other Doms before, but how can he share his wife? When she starts questioning that change, his doubts grow. Being a good Dom is one thing but being a reliable husband is another.

Fiona loves only Jason but enjoys letting Doms-in-training practise on her and pleasing two men in role-playing scenes. She also knows just how much Jason loves to share and watch her in action with other men. Her entire sex life is about what Jason wants since he fulfils her needs perfectly. Commitment doesn’t have to mean cutting out what they both enjoy. She knows she can live without other men, but marriage is forever and she doesn’t want him to grow bored with her. Pleasing him is all that matters and she knows when pushing back is better than obedience—especially when he punishes her so well!

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of bondage, spanking, piercing, hot wax, dominance, and submission between consenting adults. One scene of MFM sex with double penetration (no MM content).

'Ready for Him' by Tanith Davenport

She's ready for him—is he ready for her?

In the bar at the Bellagio in Las Vegas, Jade Bleecker celebrates with her three best friends, all of whom are there to get married. Jade is their bridesmaid, and beginning to believe that three times a bridesmaid really does mean never a bride. Tattooed, pierced and a martial artist, Jade is used to inspiring fear rather than desire in men, and even if she did find one who could handle her—well, no man is worth trusting with her body.

But as she is leaving the bar, she comes upon a mugging in progress and, with a few swift moves, makes short work of the mugger. Invited up to the victim's room for a nightcap, she is stunned to discover he is Will Vandenmeer—billionaire poster child of the Vandenmeer hotel and casino chain, and owner of The Sanctuary, one of the best-known BDSM clubs in New York City.

Jade finds herself hopelessly attracted to the sensual, dominant Will, and when he offers to induct her into the world of BDSM, she accepts…but can she truly give herself to him, and is Will ready for what Jade has to offer?

'Working for Him' by Willa Edwards

To complete the merger of his career, can Richard convince his submissive Serena to be tied up in a whole different kind of knot?

Serena Carter looks forward to the Vertical Aeronautics company meeting every year. Not for the hour-long lectures on corporate policy or earning reports, but to meet with her Master, the billionaire CEO of the company, Richard Barrett. For the course of the week-long conference, they meet to explore their dark desires for submission and domination, only to part ways at the end of each meeting to their own separate lives. Except this year her Master has a surprise that will surpass anything they’ve explored before.

Richard loves his time mastering Serena. She’s the perfect sub, obedient without being cowardly, responsive, and just as interested in a little no-strings fun. But when the biggest deal of his career starts to go downhill due to his playboy ways, he gets the great idea to ask his little subbie to marry him, to give him a more conservative image and close the deal. But she stuns him when she rejects his request and flees, forcing him to reassess his plan.

Can Richard convince Serena that his proposal is more than just a business arrangement? Or will he lose his favourite submissive because of his own stubborn pride?

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'Challenge to Him' by Lisabet Sarai

"Andy! Come play with us!"

Andrew MacIntyre peered over the edge of his newspaper. A diminutive, pastel-clad figure gazed up at him from the foot of the terrace where he was finishing his breakfast. Flaxen curls framed her fair, conventionally pretty face. At the moment, her rosebud mouth was twisted into an exaggerated pout that he found distinctly unappealing.

"I’m sorry, Miss Linton. Did you say something?"

"Come play croquet, won’t you? You so rarely join us. And you’re so very good at the game."

He surveyed the vast expanse of lawn sweeping down towards the sea. A bevy of female forms attired in ankle-length summer frocks ambled about on the lush green backdrop, chattering and lazily swinging their mallets. They were far enough away that he could barely discern their features under their hats, but he knew who they were. Henrietta Linton, Mary Beth’s younger sister. Louise Vanderbilt and her cousin Thelma. Cynthia Belmont. Selena Astor. Plus his own sisters, Letty and Ann. Aside from his siblings, all were guests whom his mother had invited to Wavecrest for a festive week leading up to Independence Day—all unmarried daughters of wealthy bankers and industrialists.

"Perhaps after I finish my coffee and the business pages." He favoured her with a slight smile. Her ecstatic expression improved her looks considerably. "Maybe another ten minutes. Will that do, Miss Linton?"

"Oh, yes! Thank you, sir!" She added the honorific in an unconscious response to his formality. Andrew grinned wryly as she scampered away, back to her giggling friends. Indeed, he wouldn’t mind playing with them, but not the sort of game they had in mind.

Closing his eyes, he summoned an image of Mary Beth and Henrietta, naked save for their chemises, bound to two of his mother’s ghastly mahogany dining chairs. Their wrists fastened behind their backs, their thighs strapped open, their blonde tresses loosed and tumbling around their worried faces…the vision was delicious. He preferred his women dark-haired, but the Linton girls’ pale skin would mark nicely, either with the rope or the crop. If he married one of them, she’d have to submit to her husband’s desires, wouldn’t she? Still, it would be far more entertaining to have the two of them together.


'Hot for Him' by Amy Armstrong

<span style="line-height: 1.6em;">With a low, drawn-out groan, Elena reached out and whacked the button on her alarm clock before burrowing deeper under the toasty duvet with a satisfied grunt. The blasted thing continued to buzz.</span>

"Leave me alone," she moaned hoarsely. "It isn’t time to get up yet."

The buzzing increased until it was so loud the noise was like a physical thing inside her head, as if her brain was thrashing around in there, trying to beat its way out of her skull with a claw hammer. With a silent curse, she threw off the covers and sat up.

Whoa. Bad decision. When the room began to spin and a hot flush erupted, her entire body got so hot she thought it was trying to solve the world’s energy problem. She made a grab for the bedside table and gripped it tightly, trying to breathe through the sudden nausea while she waited for the woozy feeling to pass.

The good news was that the incessant buzzing had quit. But why was she so parched? She must have taken up astral projection in her sleep because eight hours of crawling through the Sahara without so much as a sip of water was the only possible explanation for her indescribable thirst. Well, that or the six tequila shots she’d knocked back in The Salsa Bar the night before. Oh, and that bottle of red wine she’d polished off in All Bar One might have contributed.

When images of dancing with a five-foot-nothing Ricky Martin wannabe ran through her mind, Elena put her head in hands and leant back against the headboard. She couldn’t remember much about the night, but she did recall slapping the guy when he’d tried to cop a feel. Made sense. Elena hated men who got all up in her face—or arse as the case might be. What the hell gave them the right to treat women like sex objects? Consenting to a dance did not give him the right to grope her like she was his for the taking—nothing more than a possession. Elena belonged to no one but herself.

The damn buzzing started up again.

"No, no, no, no!" She reached for the alarm clock and squinted at it in the dim light of the room, but the evil thing was silent. Ah, it wasn’t the alarm, it was her mobile phone. Who the hell would be calling her in the middle of the night? Okay, it was nearly six, but what the hell?


'Belonging to Him' by Sam Crescent

<span style="line-height: 1.6em;">"Be my wife," Simon Allen said to the woman bound to his bed.</span>

Hope Pattern bit her lip to stop herself from crying out. He pressed a finger on her clit, making it hard for her not to beg him to continue. She wanted him to give her the orgasm he’d been denying her. Simon had been tormenting her for the past few hours. Every single time he touched her, he only made her want him more.

She knew what he was trying to do. For the past few weeks he’d constantly asked her to be his wife and every time he asked she gave him the same answer. They’d been together for a year, but she refused to give in to his one final demand.

"No," she said.

He glared at her before moving away from the bed. Hope lay back on the sheets, happy for the small reprieve on her body. He’d not done anything to hurt her. Simon was not the type of man to harm a woman, but a rest from the sexual teasing was a welcome break. She closed her eyes while taking deep breaths to calm her erratic heartbeat.

"I’ll be back shortly. I mean it, Hope. By the end of this weekend you’ll consent to be my wife and that will be the end of it." Simon slammed out of his bedroom, leaving her tied to his bed.

The bed was luxurious. The Egyptian cotton sheets were a pleasure to have under her naked skin. The rope that tied her wrists and ankles to the bed was soft against her skin. Simon was a dominant, not a sadist. He loved bringing her pleasure and the pain he used was only ever intended to heighten her arousal.

She’d never known a man like him. The moment Simon entered a room he commanded attention and respect from everyone present.

Hope opened her eyes and gazed at the mirror on the ceiling. She stared at her body, seeing the red marks from his lips on the tops of her breasts. Simon had forgotten to shave before kissing, licking and sucking her body. It was unlike Simon to forget even such a minute detail.

Since the moment she’d met Simon he’d taken over her whole world. Their meeting had been unique to say the least. The start of their relationship would stick with her always.


'Devoted to Him' by Cheryl Dragon

<span style="line-height: 1.6em;">Surveying his Malibu compound as the limo pulled up the long horseshoe drive, Jason Abbot smiled. He’d hated being away from the calm order of his California life. With the wedding only a week off, he needed to keep his fiancée free of jitters.</span>

She’d never show a hint of panic or stress, and his sub was eager to please in bed. There he could work out all of her nerves, because weddings were stressful times, whether she admitted it or not.

There she stood, poised on the porch waiting for him. Fiona Brandon’s curves couldn’t be missed in the proper skirt suits she wore. Her wavy reddish brown hair was pulled back but he could see her inquisitive brown eyes on him. Over a year ago, she’d been hired to provide his chain of luxury tourist bed-and-breakfasts with custom flower arrangements. Back then she’d worked for a place in Beverly Hills. Now she had her own company. The work and vision had been hers, he’d only encouraged her.

The woman to thank for the match was their housekeeper, who’d originally picked Fi’s flowers for the compound. Mrs Caster stepped out onto the porch and waved as the limo stopped. The round woman took no crap and made no fuss about any kinky games played in private.

The driver opened the door as the staff of maids unloaded the luggage. Jason had two sealed boxes in the car with him. Carrying them out carefully, he glanced back at his friend, who said, "Have a good one."

Jason nodded to the driver. "Take Teddy home so he can freshen up and settle in. He’ll be back for dinner in a few hours."

"Later, Jas." Teddy waved.

"Go rest," Jason replied.

Fiona waved at Teddy as well. When the limo was gone, Jason followed Fiona into the house and she hugged him tight. Without fail, her mouth found his. "I missed you. Did you have a good trip?"

"Profitable, in the end. Don’t make me drop these packages," he warned.

She grabbed one box and set it safely on the entry hall marble table, which was graced with a gorgeous creation of hers. Only she could make cactus so dazzling.

"What are they?" she asked.

"Gifts for you. Be careful with them." He set the other box down and hugged her from behind. Her flared hips and round ass pressed back against him.

"May I open them here or are they private gifts?" she asked.


'Ready for Him' by Tanith Davenport

<span style="line-height: 1.6em;">Looking at each of her friends in turn, Jade Bleecker raised her glass of champagne and smiled. "A toast, everyone. Piper, you first."</span>

Piper tucked her brown hair behind her ear and thought for a moment. "To marriage."

Beside her, Shaundra giggled. "Oh God, I can’t think of one. You guys go ahead of me, I’ll get one in a minute."

"To Vegas, baby," Leonie announced, pressing a red-lipped kiss to her glass before raising it, capping the gesture with an exaggerated wink.

"To us," Jade added, lifting her glass higher with mock solemnity.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, I got one!" Shaundra cried. "To fucking!"

Their glasses clinked together and all four let out a cheer.

Ten p.m., and the bar at the Bellagio was buzzing with life. Jade sat back in her chair and observed her friends as they drank, all three in their own way thrumming with excitement. All three ready to get married in four days’ time, with her as their joint maid of honour.

Three times a bridesmaid, never the bride...

It had already been quite the upheaval. Jade had moved out of the New York apartment she had shared with Piper a month earlier. Joey had moved himself in immediately, ready for married life. Leonie would be uprooting herself completely to live in her fiancé&nbsp;Darren’s home state of Iowa. As for Shaundra, no one knew what she would end up doing. She and Andrew were already sharing a studio apartment, spending money on the funkiest fashions and eating beans on toast for dinner.

Jade took a mouthful of champagne and scanned the bar, careful not to let her eyes linger on anybody for too long. The slightest hint that she might be man-hunting and she’d never hear the end of it.

"See anyone you like?" Piper murmured in her ear.

"Nope," Jade murmured back, restraining an eye roll. "These aren’t my kind of men, you know?"

Piper shrugged airily. "You never know."

Well, maybe. Maybe opposites did attract. But Jade knew her appearance set a lot of these men—rich men, businessmen, professional gamblers—on edge. With a modern mohawk in black and green, her tattooed arms and her nose and brow piercings, she made most men quail at the sight. They looked at her as though she was going to either punch them or stab them.


'Working for Him' by Willa Edwards

<span style="line-height: 1.6em;">"Merlot, please," Serena ordered from the bartender, handing him the single paper ticket parcelled out so no one got drunk on the company dime. From the animated conversations around her, a few had already done so at their own expense at the hotel bar.</span>

The Vertical Aeronautics annual all-people meeting had got off to the same start as last year, reminding Serena why she’d chosen to become an engineer. She’d much rather spend the day with gears and equations than people. Plus it was the closest she could get to flying, due to her horrible vision and flat feet.

Subtly, she looked down at her watch, trying to gauge how much longer she had to stand around the banquet hall and make nice with the other employees. The day had already been a long one, and the night continued to drone on. All she wanted to do was get out of this uncomfortable suit and too-tight shoes and relax for what remained of the evening.

"Ms Carter, how are you doing tonight?"

Serena turned and smiled at the man who’d slid up to the bar beside her, even though her cheeks were already tired from so many forced smiles today. "I’m doing well, Larry, how are you?"

He nodded. "Good, good." He smiled at the bartender and ordered a whiskey sour. "Though my department didn’t perform quite as well as yours did last year."

Serena nodded. "Thank you. We were very lucky."

Luck had nothing to do with it. It was damn hard work to keep her staff motivated, most of them still begrudging that she’d got the promotion to vice president over many of the more senior team members. But she’d learned long ago that modesty worked better at these work functions than the truth.

"I hope we’re so lucky next year."

Serena smiled and took another sip of her drink. Sure he did. But that would require him to get off his ass and spend less time between his secretary’s legs. "I hope so, too."

"How are you liking the conference this year?" Larry continued talking, and Serena fought back a groan at being forced to continue with such pleasantries. How does he not get the hint? "The food’s not as good as last year, but I’m enjoying the location. Vegas is a fun time."

She smiled, wondering exactly what kind of good time he was having in Vegas. "It’s nice to travel somewhere warmer this time of year, but Vegas isn’t my kind of town. Too much activity, too many lights." Too many co-workers.

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