Beating the Billionaire

By Reagan Snow

A call girl, a bet, and an alpha male who doesn’t see it coming...

Hi, I’m Kimberly, a call girl who makes incredible amounts of money giving incredibly wealthy men just what they want. But Dorian...Dorian is different. And it wasn’t until I won our bet that I got to explore just how different he is. Will Dorian acquiesce to an unexpected power flip? Will he crave domination?
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**Preview**

Dorian walked back to where I was standing and then walked around so he was standing behind me. He flicked my ponytail over my shoulder.
I watched the black rubber ball drop down in front of my face. Once it cleared my nose, he pulled the ball back toward me. I licked my lips and when the rubber touched my skin, I opened my mouth to let the ball in. I pressed my teeth against the ball. The rubber gave just enough. I concentrated on breathing through my nose.
I felt the red leather straps pull against the corners of my mouth as he tightened them and then fastened the buckle just under the base of my ponytail.
“I believe that we will start with something simple tonight. Take off your bra and your panties,” he whispered in my ear.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Reagan Snow
• Release date: Aug 27, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370974634

Reagan Snow

Hi and welcome! I enjoy exploring the recesses of the attic of my mind and let that curiosity take me wherever it may lead, from a hot wife getting more than she can find at home to a billionaire taking advantage of his wealth...you never know what may come next.If you want to be the first to hear about my new stories and receive a FREE FemDom erotica story, be sure to sign up for my newsletter at http://geni.us/Newsletter. I will never sell, trade, or lend your email address to others!Be sure to check back often for new FemDom Erotic stories.

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Beating the Billionaire

Beating the Billionaire

FemDom Billionaire BDSM Erotica

Reagan Snow

Snowflake Press, LLC

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Beating the Billionaire

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About Reagan Snow

Copyright © 2016 by Reagan Snow

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author except in the case of brief quotation embodied in critical articles and reviews.

All characters in this story are 18 and over.

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Beating the Billionaire

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H ow do you put up with the things he wants to do to you? Bailey asked.

She was standing over my shoulder, watching me get ready for the night. I looked at her in the mirror of the vanity in my room as I tilted my head to the side, letting my hair fall away from my ear as I fastened the earring.

I suppose some of it is that I like those types of things, I said.

You do? Bailey said, sounding mildly shocked.

I tilted my head to the other side, putting the second earring in.

You know, for being a hooker, you’re pretty squeamish, I chided her.

Look, bitch, I am a call girl. The difference between a hooker and a call girl is that call girls are choosy, Bailey said and we both laughed.

I can understand that you are not into bondage and stuff, but it is a perfectly acceptable kink just like any other. I happen to like being tied up, blindfolded, called dirty names, and spanked hard so that means that he and I are a good fit. You have your regulars and I have mine; what’s wrong with that? And need I remind you that you had your chance? I asked my roommate.

Bailey and I had started living together shortly after I had started working for Ms. Jade.

I had taken a semester off to work so that I wouldn’t have to take out so many loans. The problem was that working as a temp in an office was not really getting me that far ahead. Sure, I wasn’t taking out loans but I also wasn’t making progress toward my degree. I was being paid what a person without a degree would expect to make. It was turning into a downward cycle and I needed to find a way to break free.

I was taking some copies into the executive suite one day when I heard Mr. Samson’s secretary making the arrangements for Mr. Samson’s evening company. I was supposed to hand-deliver the copies so I had to wait while the secretary finished the call.

I was intrigued that an escort service existed in our small city and that my boss used the service. When she hung up, I pestered the secretary with questions about the service. How does a person find an escort service? How much does it cost? Where does Mr. Samson take these women? Why does he have the secretary make the arraignments?

My curiosity was purely intellectual at first. I was just so surprised to find out about it that my mind went into overdrive. In retrospect, I must have seemed very rude and freaky to Mr. Samson’s assistant.

She finally gave me a business card and said I should call the number on the card if I wanted answers to my questions.

I think she just wanted me out of her office.

The card was white with thin scrawling letters in shiny black ink that read ‘Ms. Jade’ and below that, a phone number.

I dropped the card into my desk drawer and forgot about it. I had been fascinated by