The Blackmail Bet 3 (Can She Say No?) (The Billionaire’s Lesbian Toy)

How far would you go to keep your wife? Would you let someone blackmail you?

Karen was afraid. Afraid that after her harrowing night, Connor would think better and tell her wife. Afraid that she couldn’t escape. Afraid that she had missed something and the worst was yet to come.

She doesn’t know the half of it.

The next morning she comes into work to find that Liz, the girl she’d seduced the night before, was her new executive assistant. And Connor wants to see her in his office, immediately.

But to her relief, nothing happens. She goes back to her office and relaxes. When Karen’s wife, Diane, comes to see her at the office, though, Liz takes Karen away for a “meeting.”

The only thing Karen’s going to meet, though, is the limits of her comfort zone. With Connor and Liz working together, she’ll find out exactly how far they can stretch.

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EXCERPT

Karen’s jaw clenched automatically as she came through the door and saw Elizabeth. She’d almost hoped that the night before had been some sort of strange, terrifying dream.

But it wasn’t a dream. She knew it wasn’t—she hadn’t slept a wink. She was at the very end of her nerves before she even walked through the door, and she knew that if he hadn’t started in on her the night before, it was for a reason. That only made the entire thing more worrying. What on earth could he possibly have planned? How the fuck was she supposed to get around a plan that she wasn’t bale to figure out?

She let out a long breath. It wasn’t going to be too bad, she reasoned. As long as she just kept working, she could safely ignore everything and react as it came. If things went the same tonight as they had last night then she might be able to rationalize getting a few hours’ sleep. Or at least, she might be able to take a few sleeping pills and get the same effect.

Liz’s shirt was professional from a distance, but as she got closer it became less and less so. Men’s heads openly turned to watch her walk as she came up past security. She had a clipboard in her hand, a stack of papers ready, and a pen that dangled from a lanyard that pointed straight at her too-obvious cleavage.

She would have brushed it off for anyone else. Anyone who Connor didn’t have his claws in. She just liked looking good, liked feeling attractive. Karen knew better. She was doing this to frustrate her, she had to be.

Well, she was a grown woman. It wasn’t going to be too bad, surely.

“Hey, Mr. Rice wants to see you in his office as soon as you arrive.” Liz’s tone was professional and flat. The total opposite of the party girl who had been writhing on her desk the day before.

“Good morning to you, too, Miss…”

“Oh, I’m sorry. We haven’t been properly introduced, have we? Elizabeth Meyer. I’ll be your new assistant, Mr. Rice hired me.”

Karen’s teeth ground together harder at the charade.

“Nice to meet you, Miss Meyer. I’ll go right up.”

“Oh, I’m coming with you. I’m to transcribe the meeting, of course.”

“… Of course.”

Karen turned and started toward the express elevator. It only led to the top floors, which was good, because there were too damn many of them already. She stepped in and watched the doors close in front of her, felt the elevator start to lift, faster and faster.

Finally, with a jolt, it stopped and let out a loud ‘ding.’ The door opened and they were standing in the front area of Connor Rice’s lavish office. His secretary stood when she saw the pair and smiled.

“Connor told me to show you right in when you arrived, Mrs. Li.”

“I’m sure he did,” she said under her breath, following the woman through the thick soundproofed doors.

Connor smiled when he saw them enter. “Karen! You came. I’m glad to see you.”

Karen had no patience for the games he was playing. “What the fuck do you need?”

“Need? Nothing, I’m sorry. I just wanted to say hello, make sure you were doing alright.”

“I’m doing fine. If that’s all then I’m going to go to my office.”

“Don’t be silly, of course that’s not all. I just don’t need you. I had instructions for you. We’re going to need to talk about the next quarter on Wednesday, so I wanted to make sure that you went through the expense accounts and intake so that you were up-to-date on all of that.”

Karen’s jaw tightened. This was completely unlike him. He wasn’t one to micromanage, certainly not with her. “Did you really think you needed to tell me that?”

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The Blackmail Bet 1 (Can He Make Her Beg?) (The Billionaire’s Lesbian Toy)

Wealthy, Young, Sexy: You’ll wish you were her when you see what happens next.

Karen Li is like a secret ingredient. She doesn’t have the glitz and glamour of her boss, the CEO of RadCorp.

But she’s always been the woman he turned to when he needed advice, and the two of them made it the towering powerhouse that it is today together.

She’s a lesbian, of course, and married to boot to a frigid ice queen who drives her to adultery. Totally off limits. When she gets caught bringing a girl back to her office for some late-night fun, he makes a “friendly” bet with her.

All she has to do now is resist his charms for a few short weeks, and play along so he doesn’t tell her wife–and ruin her reputation–in the process.

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EXCERPT

Karen had always appreciated her position at RadCorp. They had gotten more and more successful, and she had made more and more money. She had an office, she had a place where she could crash, she got to talk about how involved she was. At the same time, Connor ran the day-to-day business. Their private meetings to discuss strategy came out as decisions that Connor had made by himself.

It allowed her a degree of privacy and freedom in her personal life that might have been difficult for a woman otherwise. That was what allowed her to keep her hair cropped close, like a boy’s. A signal to everyone that saw her exactly who and what she was interested in.

She smiled at the sound of the music banging around her. It was distracting, but she was used to that. Distracting was common. She told herself she’d come here for music, but as she danced she knew it wasn’t true. She was here because Diane was being a piece of shit, and because as the second most powerful member of the Forbes 50th most successful new company, she had certain advantages.

One of those advantages was rubbing a pair of breasts against her right now. Karen smiled and wrapped her arms around her anonymous lover, drawing her close and pressing her lips against the girl’s neck. The girl walked off in a drug-and-lights-induced stupor.

It had been a long time since she’d been out like this. A longer time than she wanted to admit, but a shorter time than perhaps it should have been. They’d only recently legalized gay marriage, of course she and Diane had taken advantage right away. They’d been together for years, a fixture in their community.

They’d already grown past the point of having the wild, nasty sex romps that she wanted. Diane had her books and her museum work. Karen had her job—and, whether she liked it or not, she had this. She scanned the crowd with her eyes. Someone here would be a good choice. It was only a matter of finding them and bringing them back with her.

She slipped off the floor. It was fun, but it wasn’t what she wanted. She moved up to the counter and ordered something brightly colored. A neon-blue drink came across the counter and she waited for someone to notice it as she sipped. It was sweet and fruity and it wasn’t long before a man came over with an intensity in his eyes as he looked at her.

“I like your hair,” he said softly.

Karen reached up and ran her fingers through it. It was shorter than the man standing before her, whose hair fell into his eyes. One of those kinds, then. “I’m not interested.”

“Don’t be like that.”

“I’m not interested in guys.” It was only mostly true. She’d found a few guys attractive, once or twice. She had to admit that Connor had a well-built body, and she had even dated one once, for the span of a few short days. They’d gone home and she’d learned how the parts fit together. She had decided that she wasn’t comfortable with it, not like she was with women, and that was the end of it.

“Okay, okay. I get it.”

The guy raised his hands defensively and backed off. Karen took another sip of her drink. A woman saddled up beside her and ordered a screwdriver.

“Hey.” Karen didn’t like approaching people. Sometimes when you wanted to get things done, though, you had to do them yourself.

The woman turned and smiled at her. Karen wasn’t sure if it was intended to look friendly or if the woman realized that she was putting forth a sexual image. It didn’t matter, though. She had fewer reservations than her friend about convincing women of the advantages of the fairer sex—and fewer about fucking them silly. “Hi.”

“I’m having a little party back at my office. There’s going to be free drinks, does that sound like your kind of thing?” Karen made sure to give her a sexual glance.

“What kind of party?”

“Very intimate. Only me and a couple friends.”

“A couple of friends, huh?” The woman waggled her eyebrows.

“At least one acquaintance, if you’re there.”

“Just the two of us, huh? Where do you work?”

“You’ll see. I wouldn’t want to scare you off!”

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Her Desire for Brutality (Her Rough Lover)

Moira wants pain. Lorens is happy to oblige.

 
Powerful, angry, and rich, Lorens has had a rough day. When he comes into a club to take it out on someone, he finds the perfect date.

Moira has gone months without a good lay, and she’s desperate for an orgasm. With very specific needs, she has to find the perfect man to help her. One who is brutal and sadistic, deep down inside.

When these two meet, what happens is a whirlwind love affair that expands the boundaries of BDSM, spanking, and rough sex. Couldn’t you use a little pain now and then?

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Excerpt:

“Maybe. I haven’t cum in months, maybe a year. I’m so desperate, desperate for your cock and the back of your hand against my face. Or for a slap of my cunt. Anything, I’ll do anything for this! Please, I’m begging you to hit me, or something!” I fell, then, to my knees. One arm wrapped around his leg, the other hand massaging his cock. I was so wet, so lustfully in need of a good beating. I had to have it.

“You want BDSM?” He asked. Looking into his eyes, I saw his lust building up again. Every man loves to have his cock worshiped, and I was damn good at it.

“No. I want your brutality.”

Quick as gunpowder, he reached down and grabbed my hair, pulling me up with it. It hurt, oh how it hurt! Glorious pain hit me in waves as I was pulled to my feet. “Get up those stairs, you stupid cunt. I’m going to fuck you however I want.”

I whimpered, tears welling in my eyes, but I never stopped rubbing his cock until he let my hair go and forced me to turn around. Grabbing one arm and twisting it behind my back, he pushed me past the private garden and the kitchen and up a spiral staircase. At the top was a large room, a bedroom with a huge king-sized bed. He pushed me towards it and bent me over it, hiking my skirt up and pulling my panties down.

I grunted as he kicked my legs apart. With his fingers, he spread my pussy lips wide.

“So wet. I guess you do like being hurt. Well, no one’s ever let me bring out my inner sadist, whore, so you better be ready for the full force of my hatred and abuse.”

“Yes sir!” I cried. “I’m ready! I’m so ready!” My clit twitched at his words. I couldn’t wait for what was to come.

A swat to my pussy made me shut up quick. Another one brought even more tears to my eyes. A third made me gasp, and but then he followed it up by rubbing my clit. I was melting to his touch when he hit my clit one more time, hard enough to make me yelp.

“Scream as loud as you want. It’s only going to turn me on, bitch.” He spread my ass cheeks, gripping them hard. Then he spanked me, harder than I have ever been spanked. It must have hurt his hand, because he left for a moment. I wanted to nurse my aching pussy, but knew better than to move when I was being spanked. I waited for him to return, and when he did I had a surprise coming to me.

The next hit to my ass came via a wooden spoon. I screamed again, surprised by the sharp pain. Then the spoon met my clitoris, and he alternated between hitting my ass or my pussy. Sometimes he hit my pussy lips, sometimes he spread them wide and made sure my clit got a nice hard swat.

I was almost beginning to regret meeting this man, thinking this might be too much for me, when he bent down and my throbbing cunt was met with a hot, wet tongue. Oh, the bliss I felt then was indescribable! I moaned loud, grabbing the comforter on the bed and pulling it towards me. He lapped up my juices, nurses my poor clitty back to working condition. His tongue dipped into my hole, probing me.

I was near cumming, but knew I wouldn’t go over the edge without more. Maybe he knew, too, because he stood up and forced me to stand as well.

“Get naked, slut. Let me see your tits.”

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