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  Sexy Just Got Rich: Brit Babes Do Billionaires

  With stories from:

  Lexie Bay

  Victoria Blisse

  Natalie Dae

  Harlem Dae

  Lucy Felthouse

  K D Grace

  Lily Harlem

  Kay Jaybee

  Tabitha Rayne

  Text Copyright 2015 © Lexie Bay, Victoria Blisse, Harlem Dae, Natalie Dae, Lucy Felthouse, K D Grace, Lily Harlem, Kay Jaybee, Tabitha Rayne.

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  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

  Cover Art by Posh Gosh.

  Sexy Just Got Rich: Brit Babes Do Billionaires

  Billionaires have it all but that doesn’t mean they don’t have to work hard to get what their hearts desire. In this anthology of erotic BDSM stories the Brit Babes offer heroes and heroines who aren’t shy about taking what they want. From farmyards to luxury penthouses, wealth is all about sating needs, connecting souls and taking pleasure to new highs. Whether you’re looking for a coffee break read or something longer to curl up in bed with, you’ll find something to suit your needs in Sexy Just Got Rich.

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  Thank you for adding a copy of Sexy Just Got Rich to your eBook collection. We hope you enjoy the variety of the sexy stories nestled within these pages, each one is a sample of the individual Babe’s voice and style when it comes to writing rich, sexy BDSM heroes.

  So who are the Brit Babes? We are eight UK based authors who spend our days writing steamy tales of love and lust. Ranging from sweetly vanilla to so-hot-it-will-blow-your-mind, we aim to please in every literary fantasy department. Our heroes are strong, determined and soul-achingly divine and our heroines sassy, sexy and not afraid to grab what they want. Passion and pleasure is the name of the game, romance and raunch a top priority and it all comes with a delightful sprinkle of kink.

  With a whole host of awards, bestsellers and accolades between us we just know you’ll find something in this anthology that will keep you turning the pages and squirming on your seat. Then, if you like what you read here, check out the individual authors’ websites to investigate their collection of published works. Also visit the Brit Babes’ home on the web which acts as a library for the hundreds of books published by us and hosts special guests every Monday. You’ll find links there to our FREE anthology too. Tell your friends, spread the word, because one thing you can be sure of, is when the Brit Babes arrive, sexy has arrived!

  Happy Reading!

  Love,

  The Brit Babes x

  Dedicated to The Brit Babes Street Team, an amazing group of men and women who support us, encourage us and make us laugh on a daily basis as we pour our sexy stories into the world— we adore you x

  Table of Contents

  Coffee break stories are quick reads, just enough to tickle your fancy when you have a spare few minutes. Lunch break reads are longer and give you the chance to lose yourself in the characters and those oh-so-sexy moments.

  Tabitha Rayne—Champagne and Tits

  Coffee Break Read—Jim is convinced he can make his rich partner’s nipples more sensitive and tries out his new ideas.

  Lexie Bay—Sophie’s Secret

  Lunch Break Read— As one of the most eligible young women in London, Sophie Barnes-Lovett has worked hard and played hard to get to the top, but her glittering lifestyle brings problems too. She might be ruthless in the boardroom but all she wants is to find a man who can show her he’s in control in the bedroom.

  When her beloved Head of Security is injured in a botched robbery attempt, she needs a temporary fix and when a friend recommends Annabelle Kinsella, Sophie agrees to meet her. At first she finds Annabelle bossy, overbearing and a little intimidating, as she takes control of every aspect of Sophie’s life, while Annabelle thinks Sophie is an over privileged airhead who doesn’t take her security seriously.

  So when Annabelle discovers Sophie’s secret playroom on a routine security check, it comes as a surprise to both of them to find that they might have more in common than they first thought.

  Kay Jaybee—The Chase

  Coffee Break Read—Mia has been offered the chance to escape homelessness and work for multi-millionaire, Cameron Chesterfield. All she has to do is to be the quarry in the chase. The prize for taking part in this annual event is a life of security. The price for taking part is enduring being caught by two of Cameron’s business colleagues- a man and woman who have paid handsomely for the privilege of pursuing Mia through the grounds of his estate.

  Victoria Blisse —Wallflower

  Lunch Break Read—Hot, suave Leo Crabtree offers to be Penny’s Master, will this classic wallflower take up his offer and discover the dark side of her desires?

  Kay Jaybee—Words of the Marquis

  Coffee Break Read—After a lifetime obsession with the Marquis de Sade, the new owner of two fragments of his manuscripts prepares to lose herself to her master’s words... “It is always by way of pain that one arrives at pleasure.”

  Natalie Dae—Come Find Me

  Lunch Break Read—Kat Simmons takes a holiday to explore her feelings for her sex-on-legs co-worker, Dan. She’s had the hots for him for the past two years but isn’t sure if he feels the same way. She misses him and knows she needs to return home to tell him how she feels. That she hungers for him, has sexy dreams about him, and wants him in her bed.

  When a room service man brings her a note, Kat follows the directions to a mountain cabin. Dan is here—and he wants her naked and in his arms. She finds a lover that unleashes the wanton woman inside her, and together they explore their shared desire for BDSM. A dungeon provides them with the ideal place to act out their fantasies—and Kat realises that sex can be hotter than she ever imagined with a little spanking added to the mix.

  Tabitha Rayne—White Rabbit—The Switch

  Coffee Break Read—A billionaire dominatrix meets her match when the White Rabbit comes to play.

  Lucy Felthouse—The Next Big Thing

  Lunch Break Read—Catriona’s life seems to be spiralling out of control. One minute she’s a successful investment banker with a flat by the Thames and a healthy bank balance, the next she’s a world-famous author. Well, sort of famous. She’s written a femdom novel under a pen name, so nobody actually knows it was her. Her publisher has gone marketing crazy, lauding her book “The Next Big Thing” and comparing it to Fifty Shades of Grey—much to Catriona’s bewilderment.

  On launch day, curiosity gets the better of her and she goes into a busy London bookstore to queue up for her copy—despite the box of paperbacks she’s already stuffed into the bottom of her wardrobe. There she meets Elijah, a total hottie who’s also there to snag a copy of “The Next Big Thing.” When he admits he’s interested in female domination, Catriona’s intrigued. A chance meeting leads to a whole lot more between the pair, giving Catriona the opportunity to experience the things she’s previo
usly only fantasised about.

  Kay Jaybee—Great Expectations

  Coffee Break Read—Suddenly, thanks to one book, billionaires everywhere are expected to be masters of BDSM! As if running a successful business wasn’t enough...

  K D Grace—Buying the Farm

  Lunch Break Read—Cassie Fielding is at her wits end trying to save the family farm from bankruptcy after her father’s illness. But when Cassie returns from university, she finds that, in spite of their financial situation, her father has hired the mysterious, Simon Dennis to help run the place. As Cassie and the new hired hand experience an unprecedented heat wave of lust, Cassie comes to suspects that her father and Simon may be in cahoots with their own plan to save the farm, and the whole scheme depends on her.

  Tabitha Rayne—You Said

  Coffee Break Read—A couple retreat to their beach house hoping to heal more than the space that’s grown between them.

  Lily Harlem—In Safe Hands

  Lunch Break Read—(Spin-off story from the novel In Expert Hands) Manhattan maid Marie loves to clean one apartment in particular because her time there always includes getting dirty with the sexy resident—Taylor Ward. Handsome, rich and successful Taylor has slipped his way into her heart with as much skill as he slipped into her panties. But she’s not complaining because they share the same kinks, the same dark desires, but can they share their lives? And what will happen when business has to take him away from her?

  Harlem Dae—Confetti and Collars

  Coffee Break Read—In the world of BDSM getting married doesn’t always require a white dress and a ring.

  Champagne and Tits

  Tabitha Rayne

  Bosoms. Breasts. Tits. Funbags. Nipples.

  Whatever. I am completely indifferent to them. They do nothing for me. I like looking at them on other women but mine are of no consequence to me. Well, that’s not true—Jim adores mine. He says they are perfectly made to fit in his cupped palm. He sometimes comes up to me from behind and slides his hands up to hold them, knead them, letting the nipples slide between his fingers as he does. Teasing, pressing, coaxing.

  Nothing.

  They just aren’t sensitive at all. I know it saddens Jim but they really just aren’t. I’ve heard of women who can climax from nipple stimulation alone. My breasts are so insensitive that I can’t even muster envy for that kind of experience—I wouldn’t know how to even imagine what that would be like.

  Jim has made it his mission to give me a sexual response through my breasts—I really wish he wouldn’t. It isn’t unpleasant having attention lavished on my bosom but there are far more exciting and stimulating parts that could be attended to. Take the crook of my arm… oh my god… nibble on the inside of my elbow and I will do anything you want… anything. There is a path with a very distinct trail leading from there to my clitoris. All the nerve endings are in perfect alignment on that particular journey, oh yes.

  Or my shoulders, or the vulnerable fleshy bit of my arm just where it reaches my underarm—I’m squirming and wriggling just to think of it.

  But tonight, I know it; Jim has something planned for me. He’s been looking at my tits all day and there’s champagne in the fridge—some Krug left over from my most recent event. He’s even chilled the flutes in the freezer.

  “Strip.” He commands as he presses play on the music remote. My favourite sex song plays, bassy and seductive. I sway and peel away what little clothes I have on and drop them to the floor, leaving my heels and panties. His gaze skims over my body and comes to rest, as I knew it would, on my breasts. I pre-empt his request by taking them in hand and squeezing the nipples to the hypnotic pulse of the beats.

  He backs out of the room to the kitchen, eyes still fixed on me, to get the champagne. The best I could find to woo potential clients last night. I’m not sure if they were impressed by my presentation or not, but no matter, gaining new clientele has almost become a sport rather than proper business. Lord knows I don’t need the money. Jim seems to like it though, spending it anyway. He has a good eye and catching a glimpse of myself in the gilt mirror opposite, I see evidence of his talents in the underwear I’m wearing. Classy. Silk. Very damn expensive. Designer, apparently, very exclusive though I’ve never heard of them. All this money doesn’t sit right with me at all. I am patron of many charities and clubs yet still I can’t help the feeling that I’m cheating. It’s as if I don’t feel worthy of such riches. That’s why I feel lucky to have Jim. Even though it’s my own money, he lavishes me with all the luxury I deny myself. The pop of the cork sends shivers of anticipation through me. He expertly holds the stems in one hand and pours with the other. Foam spills over his knuckles and I lick my lips. He keeps pouring until the glasses brim. He puts down the bottle and hands me a drink.

  “Down half a glass and no more.”

  I do as he says, the cold bubbles chill me with delight and it feels good to swallow a big mouthful over my throat instead of the usual delicate sips.

  “On all fours.” Taking my glass, he tips his head and drinks the rest of bubbly then reaches for the bottle to top it up again.

  No fair, I think, while settling my knees into the softest bit of rug.

  He examines me for a few moments then kneels at my side, looking at my swinging breasts as if assessing them. He fills the two glasses a little more and looks back at me. He cups one of my boobs and puts a glass beneath it. I hunch my back like an angry cat to get away from the cold liquid.

  “What are you doing?” I ask, a little nervous.

  “Just trust me.” He gently presses my upper back in reassurance and my chest falls to the rim of the glass. He takes my breast and guides the nipple into it. I want to giggle, it feels absurd but he looks so serious with his intent that I think better of it. My boobs aren’t very big so the nipple and areola fit nicely. It doesn’t quite reach the fizz below and when I breathe or move at all, the glass threatens to tip and spill. “Hold steady,” Jim says and dips in to the side of my breast just at where the glass and flesh meet. I watch from through my arms as his mouth latches to my skin and glass and he suckles the air from the space. The vacuum he creates elongates my nipple until it dips into the champagne, just a little. A prickle of excitement at the image sweeps over my back and down into my abdomen. But it’s not from the sensation of it, just the sight of it. I can’t even feel the bubbles on the tips of my nipples.

  I make an mmmm sound so Jim won’t be too disappointed at my lack of response. The pressure feels nice though. And the cold is making me shiver as he comes to the right to attend to the other side. He latches the flute onto my other boob, being a little rougher this time, squeezing a little harder and suckling a little more ferociously. Another mmmm escapes my throat and this time, I’m astonished to find that it is a genuine one. There is a swell of something in my chest. I’m not sure it’s coming from the nipples themselves but there is definitely something occurring within my breasts. I hold still, not wanting to spill the champagne or even break the glass—an image of horror and blood threatens to spoil the mood, but Jim pulls my hair into a bunch at my nape and lifts my face up to his.

  “I’m fucking hard seeing you like that. Seeing your pretty little tits all gobbled up and sucked. They’ve gone all pink and puckered.”

  I move my head to see them but he holds me fast. He dips to my shoulder and nibbles just the way I like it. Electricity shoots through me this time, taking a detour to my nipples as he rocks me, making the champagne swill around the glass and creep up my tits.

  He lifts the bottle to my upturned lips and pours into my mouth. I splutter and cough and he takes a swig himself.

  “I bet you’re nice and wet for me now, aren’t you?”

  And yes, yes I am wet. I’m in that space where I’m using all my strength to stop myself from crushing the glass and causing injury, while he could do anything to my exposed rump. His body heat leaves as he goes to stare at that very spot, taking the champagne with him. I tense, guessing what
will happen next. I’m right.

  Champagne spatters onto my lower back and dribbles onto the rug as he keeps pouring, moving down to my ass, running in between my cheeks through the silk of my knickers. The liquid tickles at my anus and down to my pussy—it’s so cold I almost jump up in fright but that palm is there again, soothing and stilling at my back while my tits sway in the glasses. The feeling in my chest is like nothing I’ve felt there before. The bubbles are tickling and massaging my nipples and the suction is definitely doing something for my arousal. My clit seems to be swelling every time the champagne swooshes around. I concentrate hard on the connection, desperately wanting it to be true.

  He has his cock out. I can tell it’s in his hand, all weighty and solid as he stares at me from behind, I know it. I want him to do something filthy like shove two fingers in and out while he watches and rubs himself.

  And he does. As if reading my mind, he roughly pulls my panties to the side and fingers me hard and fast while fisting his cock. I want to watch, I want to see. I twist, looking for a mirror or reflective surface and find one. Luckily, the light is just right on one of the paintings and it reflects the scene—darkened from not quite being a mirror. And what a sight. The glasses are tipping and moving and my ass is high, but the most erotic thing of all is seeing Jim’s sinews and muscles work in his arm as he pumps his cock hard in time with the finger-fucking he is administering. His look is filthy, utterly absorbed in watching my greedy pussy gobble up his digits. The crotch of my knickers is pulling and tugging at my pussy lips and clit and it is heaven as the welling in my cunt rises. My arms are shaking from holding up my weight and the swooshing of the now warming champagne is shooting lightning through my tits. It is a fucking sexy sight.

  “You like that, hmm?” Jim notices where I’m looking and locks his eyes to mine in the reflection. “You like to see me ravishing your wet cunt with my hands.” To emphasise it, he must be shoving another finger inside as the pressure is intense. I want more. I could take more, I’m sure. I’m so hot and wet and ready for fucking, I could take his cock in there too I’m sure. “Yes, I bet you like to see your pretty little tits all tight and sucked too. Do you?”