Owned by the Billionaire Biker

By Jessica Ignited

When Amy is sent to interview the mysterious biker billionaire, Richard Daniels, she quickly finds out just why he's been able to obtain everything he desires. He's brash, he's confident, and he's undeniably sexy. Quickly she falls under the charm of the alpha bad boy, sending her on a path of self-discovery and introspection. Daniels wants to humiliate her, dominate her, and own her. Will Amy retain her dignity and resist his dangerous allure, or will she fall victim as another of his many conquests?

What follows is a kinky novelette with strong BDSM themes, including a spanking of the more sensitive areas and creative use of a motorcycle!

• Language: English
• Publisher: One Room Books
• Release date: Mar 6, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370452958

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Owned By The Billionaire Biker

By Jessica Ignited

Copyright 2016 Jessica Ignited

Cover image used with Creative Commons license by way of torbakhopper.

The photograph has been edited.

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7:30PM. He was late.

Amy took one last look around the diner before tucking her Dictaphone into her handbag. She was to meet with Richard Daniels, local billionaire and kingpin of The Bastard Sons, a biker gang which a tough reputation and questionably clean record. Daniels was the owner of several successful chains of casinos and had recently come under fire due to rumors of links to organized crime, a charge which he was yet to address publicly. He had reached out to local papers. Amy had jumped at the chance.

Rising from her seat, Amy placed several dollars on the table to cover coffee and tips, thanked the waitress, then came to a standstill on her way to the door. A large, elderly man had lifted himself from his seat and hurled his clumsy body into her. It set her back, almost to the floor.

'Look where you're going', he said. His wore the mouth of a man far too used to frowning.

'Sorry', Amy replied, pushing her hair back over her ears.

The man had muttered something as he left, and even now, as a whistling wind skipped over the desert, she could hear him mumbling in aggressive tones. Then she saw a loose string of lights on the horizon. They moved together, some nudging slightly side to side as they came. With them came the blistering roar of fifty motorcycles, so loud that it could be heard from what must have been at least two miles away.

Amy shivered as she watched them approach. They came clad mostly in black. Many were bearded. All wore leather, denim or some combination of both. A horde of bikers with matching patches. The Bastard Sons. Amy began her slow approach as they pulled over outside the diner.

'Hello?' she called out over the dying splutter of the last active engine. Several men laughed from the back of the pack. 'I'm looking for Richard Daniels', Amy said.

A figure stood up from the front. Dressed in a leather jacket and a black helmet which bore resemblance to that of a German soldier from the second world war, the man dismounted his wide motorcycle and made his way towards Amy. He put a hand under his chin, unclipped his helmet and removed it from his head, then hung it on the handlebar of his bike. It was Richard Daniels, looking far more defined in body and face than he had in the photographs. Mid to late thirties, square jaw and cropped hair. His face was as wide and strong as his neck, and his shoulders even more so. He carried a mass of tightly packed muscle under the creaking leather of his jacket. Amy found herself feeling suddenly more intimidated as her eyes inspected every part of him.

Richard gestured his hands outwards. 'Do you want to fuck now or later?' he said. His gang howled behind him.

A man with a thick gray bearded shouted "She wants it now!' while the others laughed and whistled. Amy blushed.

'Just an interview for now', she said, trying to hide her fear.

Richard smiled. He looked through Amy with his cool, pale eyes before turning back to his gang. 'Okay, guys', he yelled. 'I'll take it from here.'

Then a bike kicked into gear. Amy recoiled as it spluttered and rumbled. Another followed, then another until the entire gang was roaring again. The entire road seemed to shake under them.

'Give her one for me!' one man shouted before speeding away. The others laughed and followed, leaving only the smells of burning rubber and gasoline.

A chill ran up Amy's spine. She stood