Billionaire Secret Bundle (Three Stories of Blackmail, Punishment, and BDSM)

The secrets and scandals of billionaires are revealed in this hardcore erotica bundle!


The Blackmailed Maid: What will you do when the billionaire catches you stealing?

Sophia is a normal woman struggling to survive in our harsh economy. When the housing market went under, her whole family suffered a series of setbacks that led to having to drop out of college and take up a job as a maid. Luckily, her father was friends with a man who had become a billionaire; a billionaire who promised to pay her quite handsomely.

Julian Rodin did not keep his word. Struggling to pay her bills and buy food, Sophia resorted to stealing small things from him, things she hoped he would never notice. When he installs security cameras around his mansion, though, he comes to possess photos of Sophia that will make her do whatever he tells her to.

The Punished Maid: Sophia tried to avoid Mr. Rodin. After being blackmailed into giving him sex and accepting his punishment, she only wants to stay home and forget it ever happened.

It seems her subconscious feels differently. When she dreams of being with Mr. Rodin, of hot sex with him, she realizes this isn’t a man she can just run away from. Sophia needs to know exactly what feelings she has for him. A stack of resumes for live in maids, however, stand in her way.

Will Mr. Rodin accept Sophia? Will Sophia accept her feelings for Mr. Rodin?

The Secrets of the Masquerade: A fake name and a masquerade mask are all you need to get what you want.

When a woman calling herself Veronica walks in on her wealthy employer’s masquerade party, she has naughty intentions. What was once a fantasy about her handsome boss can now be a blissful reality. Using the anonymity of her masquerade mask, she seduces him while the other members of the party watch.

This bundle has the following graphic and sexual themes:

 

  • Billionaires
  • Maids
  • A masquerade party
  • BDSM
  • BBW
  • Blackmail
  • Oral sex

 

Excerpt:

“Mr. Rodin, please! I’m so sorry! Please don’t call the police!”

He scoffs at me, crossing his arms and frowning. “I very well should call the police. But no, I won’t do that right away. After all, your dad is a friend of mine and we wouldn’t want him to see these photos, would we? And I don’t want to shame him by sending his eldest daughter to jail. If you don’t want to be put behind bars, you’re going to have to do absolutely everything I tell you to do.”

My heart skips a beat and my eyes widen. Is he saying what I think he is?!

“To make this easier on you, and because I’m such a good guy, I’ll also give you a raise. But only if you do absolutely everything I tell you to do, without question and without attitude.” He moves in close to me, looking into my eyes. His cheekbones look sharp in the lighting. “Do you agree to my terms, or should I call the police?”

I can’t move. I can barely breathe. My hand comes up to my chest and I lean over, trying to force air into my lungs. Mr. Rodin picks up his cell phone, his lips again pressed into a hard line. He swipes his thumb against the screen. “No, wait!” I yell. He stops, his eyes flicking up to mine. “I agree.”

His lip twitches into a wicked smile. I feel nauseous and my head feels fuzzy.

“Stand up.”

As I scramble to my feet, he stands as well. Next to him, I am very short. He grabs my arm and forces me to turn around, facing his desk. Pressing against my shoulders, he forces me to bend over until my breasts press against the desk and my ass is in the air.

Warm fingers press against my inner thigh, kneading into my skin. I want to move away, to turn around and slap him. That’s not an option. A small gust of air flows over my ass as my skirt is flipped up and over my ass. For a second I’m thankful that I wore my best panties today. They’re pretty and pink, bikini-bottom style.

Mr. Rodin’s hands knead into my ass cheeks, and rub over them gently. It’s kind of like a massage, which I can’t help but enjoy after a few hours of cleaning. When he pulls my panties down, though, I clench my ass cheeks together and gasp. My hands ball up into fists and I close my eyes, waiting for his next move.

WHACK!

The first slap on my ass brings me painfully back to reality. The second knocks the wind out of my lungs, forcing me to gasp again. Mr. Rodin brings his hand down over and over again, pummeling my ass until tears sting my eyes and roll down my cheeks. “Please, stop!” I cry, sniffling. I try to get away from him, but his strong hand grabs my arm and keeps me painfully still as he spanks me.

“You don’t get to tell me when to stop, you slutty thief!” WHACK! WHACK! Each word is punctuated with another slap. “I’ll stop once you’ve learned your lesson!” Again, he slaps my ass with my force now. I squeal and cry, in the back of my mind knowing my butt’s going to be bright red and painful for hours after this punishment.

Even further back in my mind, I secretly like it.

The spankings stop, and for a brief second I’m allowed to catch my breath. My butt cheeks sting so bad I can’t hold back a few sobs. His hand gently, tenderly caresses my ass cheeks. It hurts, but it’s soothing at the same time. Moving down slowly, his fingers press against my vulva, sliding up and down my pussy lips. “You’re shaved. And wet, too.”

He slaps his fingers against my vulva, just hard enough for it to sting. Circling his fingers around my clitoris, he presses hard. I wiggle my ass in response, enjoying the feeling. I blush, and I moan.

But then he slaps my clit with two fingers. The pain and pleasure mix and force me to orgasm instantly, my toes curling and my teeth clenching. He pulls his hand away from me, spinning me to face him. My knees wiggle beneath me, because they are weak. He presses down on my shoulder.

“Suck my cock.”

 

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