The Billionaire Dom's Virgin: A Naughty Novella

By Rowena

College student Mandy Dillon just wants an easy way to continue paying for her schooling, but being a cam girl like her best friend is harder than she thought!
Especially when her first real client turns out to be a wealthy dominant intent on claiming her in every possible way!

**A steamy OTT standalone novella with BDSM themes starring a filthy rich alpha male. No cliffhanger & a HEA!**

• Language: English
• Publisher: Eromantica Publications
• Release date: Jan 10, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370483211

Rowena

Rowena writes steamy friends-to-lovers romance and erotica with an element of reluctance. She likes a bit of darkness involved as long as no one really gets hurt—at least, only in good ways. ;) Forced proximity and kidnapping romances are her favorites.She enjoys making up circumstances in which two people are forced to confront their feelings—sexual and otherwise—to the object of their desire, feelings they’ve been hiding or running from because of a major barrier or conflict of interest. Usually, her characters have known each other for quite a while, so their first sexual encounter has been a long time...coming.Rowena writes outlaw romance novels starring strangers at odds getting to know each other better under the name Lexi Gold.

Book preview

1

S o, I just go on this website and then I find someone that will pay me money to take off my clothes? I looked over at my best friend, Bethany, who was loading the website up .

Trust me, it can be a lot of fun. She winked then turned the laptop toward me. All you have to do is make an account.

How is it fun to let men watch you for money? I might as well become a stripper.

I stared at the website for a few seconds then started typing in my credentials.

You’re young and beautiful, Bethany said with a shrug. She picked up her pack of cigarettes and opened the back door. "You’ll make more money online than you could ever make shaking your ass at The Silver Rose."

Bethany lit her cigarette and the smoke drifted out the back door.

I slowly typed in every detail the website asked for.

Bethany was making a killing stripping for strangers on her webcam.

I had to raise money fast or I was going to be out of my dorm room and on the streets within a few months. My grades just weren’t good enough to keep my scholarship.

Bethany knew the game and could guide me toward the right path, and I was thankful for her advice, even if I was a little disturbed by the premise of it.

I was much too shy to ever strip in real life, but doing it front of my webcam seemed safe enough. I would never meet any of those people in real life and I only had to do it as long as it took for me to find a job.

Once I had a paycheck to cover some expenses, I could start saving for my tuition, which would keep a roof over my head for another semester.

Did you get everything done? Bethany tossed the cigarette out the back door and closed it.

Yep, all set. I turned the laptop toward her.

Okay, so you need to set up a bank account for the money to be deposited into. The site will take their cut, but you can monitor your balance on your profile page. They’ll deposit the money weekly if you’ve earned at least fifty dollars; otherwise, they hold it. She leaned back and smiled. That won’t be an issue for you. I know you’ll do well.

I sighed. So tell me how this works exactly, I said as I clicked on the chat area.

You need to set up some targets. Each chip they donate to you is worth ten cents. She pointed at the sidebar where the currency was outlined.

Ten cents? What the hell?

It adds up. The goal is to get a lot of people watching who will all spend chips to see you hit your goal. For example, you can state you’ll only reveal your tits for two-hundred-and-fifty chips. She looked over at me. That’s twenty-five bucks.

Yeah, I can do the math, I said with a scowl.

Then you offer up some other prizes. Tell them you’ll show your ass for another 250, your pussy for another five hundred, and you’ll even shove a vibrator in there for a lot more money—you have one, right? she asked.

Uh…no, I said with a vigorous shake of my head.

Let’s set up a wish list for you. This is the alternate way you make money. You need some sex toys, so let the guys buy them for you and pay to watch you use them. She started building me a shopping area, filling it with all sorts of crazy sex toys. You can add some nice things to it like a new cell phone, a tablet, maybe some clothes…

They’ll buy that stuff too? I asked in shock.

If you get the right person, yeah. I don’t make as much off the wish list as I do on the chips, but I get a few nice things every now and then. She shrugged. No reason not to have it, right?

Yeah, I guess so, I said.

Oh, and the last thing… She smiled and opened up a window. This is for private sessions.

Private sessions? I asked.

Sometimes you’ll get some guy with too many chips to spend and he’ll want to pull you into a private session. We’ll set a high price, like five thousand chips. If someone buys that, you go into a private room with them for thirty minutes. She tilted her head a bit. I never get these requests, but it’s like the wish list—you’d rather have it than not if someone comes along that wants it.

What happens in a private room? I asked.

"Well, instead of it just being you facing the camera, the guy on the other side of the screen will have the option of revealing himself to you. Then you pretty much do whatever he wants. He’s paying a premium price, so he gets whatever he wants, she emphasized again with a smile and a wink. It’s kind of like a personal lap dance at the strip club."

Interesting, I replied. Well, hopefully, I won’t have to deal with that on my first night.

I doubt it. You need an audience first. She stood. Anyway, I need to head over to my apartment and get ready for my night. Text me if you need anything and try to have some fun.

Thank you, I said. I’ll do my best.

After Bethany was gone and I was by myself, I couldn’t help but feel anxiety in the pit of my stomach.

I stood and went to the kitchen, digging into the secret area under my counter where I kept my wine.

The dorm rooms were more like apartments, complete with decks on the back, but they were still subject to random inspections while we were at school.

I had never had it happen to me, but I was still cautious about having alcohol in my room, just in case.

I felt like I needed some wine to relax my mind a bit before it was time to sit down and become a virtual fantasy.

Bethany seemed to think all the guys on there were either married with a dead bedroom or creepy fat guys that couldn’t get a woman in real life.

If they paid money, I’d do my best to entertain them.

Okay… I sipped my wine. I need to calm my nerves and then it’s time to do this.

I stepped outside on the back deck and lit a cigarette. I didn’t like to smoke, but it always did give me a bit of comfort when I was stressed.

I sucked the filth across my tongue and inhaled it as I sipped my wine.

I had no idea what I was in for.

The whole idea of taking off my clothes for money left me feeling sick in my stomach, but I didn’t feel like I had much choice. I was years away from having a degree and being able to command more than minimum wage from a job.

Even landing a full-time position that had to cater to my school schedule was tough. There were so many students in my college town that jobs were scarce.

I smoked half of my cigarette, which was all I could stand, and finished my wine before heading inside and changing into a robe for my virtual evening excursion.

I took another deep breath before beginning.

Hello! I waved to the camera. I’m Mandy.

There was only one person watching me, but as I sat in front of the camera, I saw the number grow.

It grew to a dozen and then two dozen.

I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do.

I moved my body in a seductive manner, turned on some music to do some white girl chair dancing, and then pulled the edge of my robe away to show that there was nothing underneath it.

Viewers started to come and go.

The number shot up to nearly a hundred and then dropped down to fifty.

A few seconds later, it was over two hundred, and then it dropped down to less than a hundred.

I didn’t know why I was losing viewers or how to keep them.

I saw a few chip donations come across the screen and the buckets I had set up for my targets were far from being filled.

Notes started coming in.

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This is boring.

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Show me your tits!

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I want to see your pussy!

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Do you like sucking cock?

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Do you want to see