Dominated by the Billionaires

By Jenika Snow

Mara is a closet submissive, but when she agrees to go to an elite BDSM party with her friend she knows this is the lifestyle for her. When she sets eyes on Jere Alejandro and Nico Woodston, billionaire business partners that are also known for their playboy ways, Mara is instantly enthralled.

When Mara gets one of the exclusive invites to experience D/s, she takes a chance and attends. But when she gets there she realizes there are no other guests. Jere and Nico reveal that she caught their eye and they want to have a little fun with her if she is willing. They plan on showing her exactly what they want in a submissive, and what they want from her is more than one night.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Jun 27, 2013
• ISBN: 9781771304542

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Copyright© 2013 Jenika Snow

ISBN: 978-1-77130-454-2

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Editor: JC Chute

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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For my family and readers for being so supportive of me and my dream.

DOMINATED BY THE BILLIONAIRES

The Billionaires, 3

Jenika Snow

Copyright © 2013

Chapter One

Are you sure about this?" Mara cast an uneasy glance at Rose. Her friend wore a wide grin and kept her gaze trained on the building in front of them.

Of course I am. Rose held up the thin envelope in her hand. The elegantly scrawled black ink on the front stood out, almost like a warning. It may have only said You’re Invited, but to Rose, it meant so much more.

How did you hear about this place, again? Mara tightened her black pea coat around her body. She felt ridiculous in what she wore underneath the wool.

Rose turned her attention to Mara and rolled her eyes. Stop trying to find an excuse to get out of this. We’re about to have a once in a lifetime experience.

Once in a lifetime? Mara highly doubted that. It wasn’t lost on her that Rose hadn’t divulged how she’d heard about the club they were standing in front of, or the invitation she had come by to get into this place––a very exclusive and elite BDSM club. For the hundredth time, Mara asked herself why in the hell she’d agreed to do something so far out of her comfort zone. Because your life is a broken record and you will die soon from the monotony. She couldn’t help thinking how boring, how repetitive it all was. It was all the same: get up and eat one slice of toast, no butter, a half a grapefruit, and a cup of coffee. Once her less than filling breakfast was in her belly, she headed to her boring job. She sat at a tiny cubicle and stared at a computer that always showed the same thing. And when the day was finally over, she was sure to have a migraine right behind her left eye. Then she went home and prepared to start the whole routine all over again. She made incredible money, but was it really worth it in the end?

Quit worrying. What’s the worst that could happen?

Famous last words. Rose took her hand and led her toward the old, industrial building. It was located out in the middle of nowhere, and looked like it had been closed down for a good fifty years. On the outside it certainly wouldn’t suggest that an exclusive BDSM club resided within the monstrous rusted steel building, but she didn’t doubt her friend. She had known her since they were fifteen years old: a good fourteen years. It wasn’t until Rose confided when they were twenty-two years old that she was heavily into the BDSM scene. Mara wasn’t naive. She knew what those four letters represented, but what surprised her more was the fact that the girl she called her best friend was actually a Dominatrix. Although, if she was being honest, she had always seen Rose as a strong and independent woman, not taking shit from anyone. It was only natural for her to take that strength and use it in the bedroom.

Mara trailed behind Rose, their heels clicking against the cracked concrete. There were a few streetlights, but their muted glow created more of an ominous setting than one of safety. They rounded the corner, where rows upon rows of luxury cars sat side-by-side. A rather bright light illuminated a single door, its red paint peeling. Rose stopped and turned to look at Mara.

What? Mara looked around, suddenly feeling a wave of uneasiness.

I want to say thanks for taking a chance and coming with me tonight. Rose pulled her into a tight hug. I know you’re out of your element coming here, but I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t think you wouldn’t like it and couldn’t handle it. Rose pulled back and gave her a reassuring smile.

Although Mara never admitted the fantasies she had harbored about submitting to a man, being whipped to obey, and getting tied up for the sole purpose of pleasing him, the images and thoughts were a constant in her mind. It shamed her, and made her feel like there was something wrong with her. It didn’t matter that Rose had admitted her own desires when they’d spoken about it years ago. Mara could never divulge such thoughts. If she ever said it aloud, that would make it real, and she didn’t know if she could handle facing her true desires.

Listen, we are just going in and looking around. I’m not going to scene tonight, because that would leave you alone and I’m not about to do that. I think if you were able to see for yourself what really happens within the lifestyle, it might make you understand better.

Mara didn’t bother to correct Rose on the fact that she didn’t need to prove anything––that she accepted her lifestyle, and even secretly thought about participating in it herself.

These events are pretty hush-hush. She looked back at the lone red door, and then brought her eyes back to Mara’s. The men and women in there are filthy rich, Mara … high-ranking politicians and Fortune 500 businesspeople. Rose’s voice dropped and she