by Lynda Lane
Bought by the Billionaire
The Billionaire BDSM Series
Book 1
Lynda Lane
Copyright © 2013 Lynda Lane
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Erotica: For adults 18 and over
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The Billionaire BDSM Series
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Bought by the Billionaire
(Erotica - for adults 18 and over)
Taylor Smith has a problem - a major one. In order to save her brother's skin she must give in to the demands of one of the most powerful men in all of Miami, the dark and intense CEO of Synergy Computers, Dominic D'Angelo. But Dominic is demanding more than anyone has ever asked of her. He requires her total submission to his every command.
Dominic D'Angelo can't believe his luck when Taylor Smith falls under his control. From the first time he lays eyes on this girl he knows that she will be the perfect submissive. And so he jumps at the chance to bail her brother out. But it comes at a price...in exchange he wants Taylor.
Follow the adventures of Taylor Smith as Dominic trains her to be his perfect submissive. Or will he?
Chapter 1
“No way. You’re kidding right?” Taylor stared at her brother as he perched on the edge of the sofa, his fingers wrapped around the snifter of brandy.
Kevin heaved a long and desolate sigh. “I wish I were.”
“But…I don’t understand.” Taylor waved her hand as she searched for words. “How is that even possible? Two hundred thousand dollars? How could you be in so much debt?”
Kevin’s face blanched and with a shaky hand he laid his glass on the coffee table. Then he turned sad blue eyes on his sister. “There’s something you don’t know about me, Tay.” He dropped his eyes and shook his head. “I’m…an addict.”
Taylor gasped. “A drug addict? Oh, my God. Kevin, is that what you’re saying?”
He gave a laugh and it rang bitter and hollow in the tiny living room. “No, that’s not what I’m saying, although I don’t know if you’ll like my answer any better.” He slumped back in the couch and raised his hand to rake his fingers through his spiky blond hair. Then he spoke and his voice was broken and weary. “I’m addicted to gambling.”
At his words, Taylor felt her heart slide down to the pit of her stomach. It was the curse of the Smiths. It had already struck two generations and now the disease had spread to the third.
“But Kevin,” she said, her voice soft and pleading, “we promised each other we’d never let this happen to us. Dad…Grandpa…"
“You think I don’t know that? You think I wanted to go down this road?” Kevin tensed and he glared at her. “I don’t know how it happened, okay.” Then he fell silent and for a long time he just stared down at his clenched hands. “But I need your help.” He lifted his head and his eyes were bright with desperation. “Only you can help me.”
The way he looked at her, so forlorn and vulnerable, made Taylor’s heart tremble. Although he was twenty-two, only a year and a half her junior, he was still her little brother and she would always be there for him. But how could she help?
“I’ll give you everything I have, Kevin, but it’s just a drop in the bucket.” She did a quick calculation in her head. “I can find maybe five thousand. Do you think they’d take payment in installments?”
“You don’t get it, Tay. The debt is paid.” Kevin gave a snort of something that sounded like disgust.
Taylor frowned. “What did you mean, it’s paid? Where would you get that kind of money?” Then her frown deepened. “And if it’s already paid, why would you need my help?”
Looking like he’d rather be anywhere but there, Kevin got up and began to pace the room. He sucked in his breath then expelled the air in a rush, but still he said nothing.
This was getting weird. There was something her brother was hiding from her and Taylor could tell it was not good. “Kevin Smith, you tell me what’s going on. Right now.” She went over and grabbed him by the shoulders. “Come on, talk.”
Kevin looked at her with bleak eyes. “The debt was paid…by my boss. But now he wants something in return. You.”
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Dominic D'Angelo was a man at the top of his game. A self-made billionaire, he’d launched his computer software company, Synergy Computers, fifteen years earlier when he was only twenty-one years old. He’d hit the ground running and through determination and dedication he’d become a leader in his field and he’d never looked back.
And that was why he had no time for employees who couldn't get a grip on their personal life, people like Kevin Smith.
Dominic gritted his teeth as he skillfully maneuvered his Ferrari through the traffic of downtown Miami. Although he was young, Smith was one of the top computer programmers that the city had to offer, an expert in his field, and that was why he’d recruited him three months earlier straight out of college. Dominic only hired the best.
But the kid had a problem, a serious one that Dominic only found out about when Smith came into his office four days earlier, eyes wild with desperation, and revealed the dilemma he’d gotten himself into. He had a secret life, a life of gambling which was the shovel that had dug him into a hole from which there was no escape. And so he’d come begging for a loan, equivalent to over three years’ salary, one which he promised to pay back over time.
Bullshit. There was no way Dominic would ever get that money back. He definitely wasn’t going to sit around waiting three or four years to see what happened. But the kid was in a bind. He'd borrowed the money from loan sharks and now he couldn't pay them back. And, no matter that he was a hard and ruthless businessman, he didn’t feel like having Smith's broken legs – a frequent enough punishment for this type of debt – on his conscience.
“I’ll give you the money,” he told the man shaking in the chair across from his desk, “but it comes at a price.”
Kevin lifted his eyes, relief bringing the color back to his face . “Anything,” he said, his voice eager. “Just tell me what you want.”
“Who's the blonde who passed through that night we had the cocktail party?” When Kevin looked lost, Dominic continued. “For the launch of the Omega Ten software.”
Kevin frowned, still looking confused. “Blonde? I didn’t bring a…” Then his eyebrows shot up. “You mean Taylor?” He shook his head. “That was only my sister. She’s always bugging me about needing to network so I told her she could come. She’s in PR so she's got this thing about meeting new people.” He flushed. “I didn’t think it would be a problem.”
Dominic narrowed his eyes. “I didn’t say it was.” For a long while he stared at Kevin Smith as he practically squirmed on the chair. Finally he spoke. “I’ll pay your debt in full,” he said, “on one condition.” He sat back in his chair and folded his arms. “Tell…Taylor…I want her in my office one week from today, ten o’clock. My business is with her from here on.”
“But�
��but…”
Dominic jerked his head toward the door. “We’re done here. If you want the debt paid you will do as I say.”
Kevin’s face fell and a hint of fear crept into his eyes but he said nothing. With a slight nod he rose from the chair and walked over to the door. Then he turned. “You…you won’t hold my sister responsible for my debt, will you?” His voice wavered with uncertainty.
Dominic didn’t even bother to respond to that. Reaching for the phone he dialed the number of his vice president of operations. “Jim, I need you in my office. Let’s go through that report I asked you about.”
Kevin took the hint. Without another word he opened the door and walked out.
Dominic smiled to himself as the door closed behind his employee. What a fortunate turn of events. Who could have known that the woman he’d fallen in lust with – at first sight – would be handed to him on a silver platter?
For two hundred thousand dollars she would be his…and he intended to make her earn every last dollar.
Chapter 2
Taylor smoothed her skirt, patted her hair and gave herself one last look in the mirror. This was it – the day of her meeting with Dominic D'Angelo, owner and CEO of Synergy Computers. She drew in a deep breath then let it out slowly, just like she’d been taught in yoga class. She needed every bit of composure she could muster because right now her insides were a jiggly bowl of jelly.
As she drove her Toyota Corolla along West Flagler Street, Taylor kept glancing at the clock on the dashboard. She didn’t want to be late because she had a feeling this man was not someone who would take kindly to being kept waiting. Thank God the traffic was moving at a steady pace despite the May showers.
The clock said five minutes to ten as Taylor pulled into the building’s parking lot. She didn’t have a minute to spare. Grabbing her purse from the passenger’s seat she hopped out and hurried toward the main entrance, which, as her bad luck would have it, seemed like a quarter mile away from where she’d parked. Hot and flustered, she burst into the lobby and then had to grit her teeth in frustration when she had to sign in at the security desk and then wait for them to give her a visitor’s pass. And, as if that hadn’t been frustrating enough, she had to wait on the elevator.
By the time Taylor presented herself to Dominic D'Angelo’s receptionist she was already two minutes late. Not too terrible by normal standards but she had a feeling that, for the man she was about to see, it would be a near unforgivable sin.
In that, she was not disappointed. When the matronly woman ushered her into Mr. D'Angelo’s office and closed the door behind her, Taylor found herself in an opulent space decorated with abstract paintings in bold, rich hues that looked like they each cost more than her condo.
But there was no time to admire the artwork because there by the huge bay window stood the man who had summoned her into his domain. And he did not look pleased.
Her heart tightening with sudden trepidation, Taylor’s fingers curled around her purse for reassurance. For a moment she did not speak. All she could do was stare. Dominic D'Angelo was as big and bold and intimidating as when she’d first laid eyes on him.
That night when she’d bugged Kevin until he’d told her he would add her to his list of guests for his company’s cocktail party, she’d stood in the shadows and observed the arrival of the main player that night, Dominic D'Angelo himself. At least six feet tall with dark eyes that bored into you, he was a commanding presence in the room. Everyone seemed to be buzzing around him, available at his beck and call, eager to do his bidding.
She’d almost laughed at how the employees practically genuflected when he turned his attention on them. But then his flashing, dark eyes had zoned in on the shadowy doorway in which she stood and, to her dismay, she was the center of his attention.
As Dominic D'Angelo stared at her everything else fell away and the only thing she was aware of was him. He stared at her boldly, openly, and the way he looked at her made her feel like he knew her every secret. The way he looked at her made her feel hot all over. Because it was the way a man looked at you when he wanted to fuck your brains out.
“You’re late.” His words, cold and curt, snapped Taylor back to the present.
“I’m…sorry,” she said, her voice breathless. “It was the rain…and the traffic…” Her voice died away as she saw his cool stare. Of course he didn’t give a hoot what she’d had to go through to get there. Apparently, she was expected to fulfill his demand, whatever the cost.
At the thought, Taylor frowned. Who did he think she was? One of his fawner employees, to bow and scrape at his feet? Well, if that was what he'd called her here for, he’d better think again because Taylor Smith was lackey to no man.
“Have a seat.” The object of her ire jerked his head toward the chair facing his desk but he made no move to leave his position by the window. All he did was stare at her with those piercing dark eyes of his, eyes that never left her as she crossed the room and went to perch on the edge of the leather chair.
When he said nothing further she looked up at him in consternation. “Mr. D'Angelo-”
“Call me Dominic,” he said, but his voice was far from friendly.
She cleared her throat. “Dominic…my brother asked me to come in to see you regarding the…” hot blood rose in her face as she struggled to find the words, “…debt that you paid for him. I guess you want to know…how we plan to pay it off…I mean, how I can help.” Taylor lifted her finger to her lips and almost started nibbling her nail in her nervousness. She caught herself just in time.
“No.”
One word, but it threw her into a mess of confusion. “No, you don’t want to know how you’ll get your money back?”
That was met with silence. Then, after holding her stare for several tense seconds, he gave her a sardonic smile. “Are you telling me that your brother did not make my demands clear?”
“Well, no, not really.” Taylor spoke slowly, hesitantly, feeling like she was treading on dangerous waters. “All he said was that you would pay the debt and what you wanted in exchange was me," she gave a nervous laugh, “which didn’t make sense at all.”
It was then that Dominic moved from the window and toward her, making her shrink back into her chair. But he didn’t touch her. Instead, he sat on the edge of his desk, right in front of her, his knee less than a foot away from hers. Then he looked at her with cool, emotionless eyes.
“Since you insist on pretending you’re in the dark, let me make things perfectly clear.” He folded his arms across his chest. “I’ve wanted you ever since the night I first laid eyes on you. I just forked out two hundred thousand dollars to get you where I want you.” He got up and shoved his hands deep inside his pockets but his eyes never left hers. “I bought you, Taylor Smith, and for the next three months you are mine.”
Taylor gasped and drew her purse close to her chest. “Yours to do what?”
“For the next three months,” he said as his voice fell to a low, almost cruel whisper,” “you will serve me."
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“Dress size?”
“Six.”
“Shoes?”
“Seven.”
“Bra?”
Taylor sucked in her breath. Now that was taking things a bit too far. She glared at the woman and almost made to get up and leave but then she sighed and slumped back into her chair. She was trapped and she knew it.
To Taylor’s surprise, at the end of their conversation Dominic had called in his personal assistant who immediately took her into a separate office and proceeded to gather all the intimate details regarding her person. What would it be next? Her panties?
And the crazy thing was, the woman did it with a straight face as if this was something she did every day. So how many women had Dominic D'Angelo blackmailed into ‘serving’ him? There must have been others before her, for this woman to handle her task with such nonchalance.
Because, without the bat of an eyelid, she'd told Taylor tha
t she would be ordering a brand new wardrobe for her, clothes befitting a companion of Mr. D'Angelo. As if Dominic D'Angelo was president of the country or something.
“Bra?” The woman repeated the word and stared over her glasses at Taylor.
“36D.” Taylor almost rolled her eyes. This must be what harem girls felt like – playthings dolled up for the pleasure of the master.
“Your wardrobe will be delivered in twenty-four hours to the suite. Make sure you are there to receive them.” The woman slammed her notebook shut and was turning away when Taylor stopped her.
“Suite? What suite?”
Her 'lady's maid' gave her a look that said she should have known. “There’s an envelope at the front desk for you with all the instructions.” And with a click of her tongue she strutted out the door, leaving Taylor staring open-mouthed at her departing back.
But the woman was right. After reading the detailed instructions in the envelope, Taylor had no doubt about what was expected of her. For the next three months Dominic D'Angelo planned to take full control of her life. Oh, he would make sure she was taken care of. In fact, a generous allowance was included in her package, with the monthly amount being almost twice what she earned as a public relations assistant.
But there were certain requirements. Number one, she was to move into a private suite in his mansion on Star Island. Number two, she should give notice at her workplace with immediate effect. And number three, she would execute his every instruction…without question.
And of all of them, the last one was the most difficult to swallow. Because she knew without a doubt that sex would be a part of it. But what else?
