The Vegas Dom

By Jess Thick

A handsome, dominating billionaire flips a virgin woman's life upside down.

Charlotte always held back her wanton desires, saving herself until marriage, but now, she's the last of her friends still unmarried, and her boyfriend just dumped her!

A friend's bachelorette party in Vegas encourages her to let loose, and when the handsome billionaire, Grayson James, sweeps her off her feet, she gives in to the rough, dominating tumble she didn't know she needed.

Grayson has it all - fame, fortune, and the looks to make any girl swoon. He buys her expensive gifts and pampers her, spoiling her in a way no other man ever had or could before. All he wants in return is her complete submission.

She thought it would just be a Vegas affair, but the two run into each other at a club, tumbling into bed once more.

But fantasies can only last so long. His discipline comes at a cost, and her heart seems the price.

But when Charlotte realizes she wants more, can her billionaire dom provide?

Her body might ache for him, but she's afraid his heart just isn't in it.

It's up to Grayson to show his sweet sub that she's more than just a fling. When he said she belonged to him, the charismatic dom meant every word.

A steamy story of a dominant billionaire teaching a sweet innocent how delicious submission can be.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.B. Black
• Release date: Apr 1, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005455026

Jess Thick

Jess adores the steamy side of romance, exploring the quick scenes that leave your heart fluttering as strong, fertile heroines find their Happily Ever Afters!

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Submitting to the Vegas Billionaire

A Billionaire BDSM Story

Jess Thick

Submitting to the Vegas Billionaire by Jess Thick

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SUBMITTING TO THE VEGAS BILLIONAIRE Copyright © 2020 Jess Thick

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Chapter One

The bass line thrummed, sending vibrations through the club. They shook her stilettos, and each tremble went straight between her thighs, which Charlotte desperately tried to ignore. Bright lights and fake smoke - the smell of fruity alcohol and sweaty bodies overwhelmed her, rubbing in her newly single status - another relationship down the toilet with her virginity still in tact and another of her friends wearing a bride-to-be sash and veil as she got smashed for a week-long bachelorette vacation.

With a sigh, Charlotte tossed her long hair over her bare shoulder. She had no right to be jealous. Katie deserved a happily ever after, and pouting wouldn’t make her own come any faster. All those years waiting for marriage seemed like a joke. None of her friends waited. They took their pleasure where they could, and maybe holding back - saving some part of herself - only cut herself off as her sex drive wasn’t low at all. Even the sight of a bare, muscular chest drove her mad with want, but she resisted. And for what? To get dumped?

Of course, none of them ever mentioned the lack of sex, but they never asked her to marry them either. It seemed like a ticking clock, and Bill had even been so kind as to ask if she just wasn’t attracted to him - saying she flinched and looked away whenever he mowed the lawn shirtless, but she hadn’t wanted to seem lewd, so she kept her mouth shut, refusing to tell him how wet she got just seeing sweat glistening on his hairy chest.

Downing her cocktail, she turned to the bartender, but before she could order tequila shots, Sadie bounced over, grabbing her arm.

Come on, Charlotte! Get your sexy ass out onto the dance floor! Back and forth, she tossed her long blonde hair, and how could Charlotte refuse?

She joined the mess of her friends on the dance floor - the most sober of the group except for Nina who was pregnant, swaying and swinging her hips to the insane beat. Singing along as they cheered. Dancing eased the ache better than alcohol, so when Katie shrieked for shots, she stayed on the dance floor.

Caught up in the wild beat, Charlotte didn’t notice the man who came up behind her until his large hands settled loosely on her hips. He remained there, swaying in beat without moving his hands lower as if waiting for her permission before continuing. With the music thrumming through her body and longing growing in her heart, she threw caution to the wind, deciding to allow herself to enjoy the one night stands she always denied herself. The moment she swung her hips back, shifting closer to him, all hesitation vanished.

His hands caressed the curves of her hips, sliding up to her cinched waist and circling her there. The feel of his large hands, almost touching around her fanned the heat building inside her, and the press of his hips against her ass - the hard, rigid line of his undoubtedly huge manhood punched the air from her lungs, and she only just bit back a moan as her untouched body reacted wantonly to the feel of him against her.

The two danced, bodies moving together as he ground against. He touched her - running his hands over her front to trace along the hem of her dress where it ended mid-thigh.

What’s a sweet thang like you doing in a place like this? he crooned, towering over her.

His sheer size making her seem all the smaller and more delicate in comparison - she adored the way his muscular frame completely enveloped her and the stubble which accentuated the sharp cut of his jaw.

Friend’s getting married, she informed him, canting her hips to rub her ass against his erection.

Hmm - does that mean you aren’t free to have a little fun? the man whispered in her ear, his husky voice sent a shiver down her spine and straight to her already wet sex. Her panties undoubtedly soaked.

The man’s hands guided her back, holding her in place as he ground against her ass, moaning low in her ear. His guttural groan sent shivers down her spine. Her body tingled - knees trembling. Living on the east coast, how often would she be in Vegas? There was almost no chance of ever meeting this man again, so Charlotte decided to just go for it.

She turned in their arms, wrapping her arms around his neck. When he leaned down, she shifted to the balls of her feel, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him.

Anthony? What the hell? a voice shrieked, and a woman in a bright green dress stormed over with a drink to match in her hand.

To Charlotte’s surprise, the man immediately pulled away, holding up his hands. She came onto me, baby!

What? Charlotte gasped, but before she could protest, the woman threw her sugary drink in Charlotte's face and grabbed at her dress.

Luckily, Charlotte managed to keep her dress on despite the harsh pull, but the woman tore her dress, leaving her bra and panties exposed.

Bitch! the woman protested, and the man quickly moved behind her as his apparent girlfriend threw down her glass, causing the whole dance floor to jump back as it shattered. I’m going to tear your face right off your slut-

Whoa-whoa! out of the sea of bodies, another man came, stepping between Charlotte and the enraged woman. Get the fuck out of my club.

Both the man and woman blanched, but the club’s owner snapped his fingers, and two even larger men came along, encouraging the couple to leave. As they were escorted out, the owner turned to her, cursing under his breath as he removed his jacket, and offered it to her. The fit guaranteed it was bespoke, and when she took it, she noticed it was a Giorgio Armani suit. Owning the building already told her he was wealthy, but from the suit to the Rolex on his wrist, everything underlined that he was a man of expensive taste and the means to have whatever he wanted.

Thank you, Charlotte murmured.

As she buttoned it up, Nina came over. Charlotte! Oh my gosh, are you okay?

Flushing in embarrassment, she ducked her head. I’m fine. I think I’m just going to go back to our hotel.

Are you not staying here? the owner asked.

Charlotte shook her head. We’re staying about a block away at the Waldorf.

He winced, frowning. No - that hotel is horrible. I have a suite upstairs that’s free. How long is your party staying? I can let you have it for free for the week. Honestly, those two should have never been let in. They get off on causing scenes like this, so - please, I insist - let me make this right.