Trust can’t be bought—it has to be earned.
Silicon Valley entrepreneur Rachel Zelinsky is not a woman who lets pleasure interfere with business, but when she meets reclusive genius Theo Moore, she can’t resist his geeky appeal. Though Theo’s knowledge about sex derives from extensive research and a stash of kinky porn rather than real-world experience, he is Rachel’s first true Master—and the first man to truly touch her heart.
I nearly step on her.
“Rachel! What the—”
She sits cross-legged on the carpet, half-inside my clothes closet, wearing one of my dress shirts, unbuttoned, over her nakedness. Glossy magazines are scattered around her, their covers awash with female flesh—stripped, blindfolded, gagged, clamped, twisted into impossible positions, limbs wrapped in rope or leather, scarlet nipples bulging and sore, eyes full of terror and devotion. One of the publications lies in her lap, open to the Technicolor image of a woman strapped to a padded horse, with some anonymous hand buried to the wrist in her stretched asshole.
Oh God, no! I want to sink through the floor with shame. At the same time, my cock is like stone. “Rachel—um—it’s not what you think…”
She gazes up at me with a half-smile. “Oh? Really?” Her voice is mild. She sounds amused rather than shocked as she gestures at the masses of porn surrounding her. “Are you trying to tell me these aren’t yours?”
“Quite a collection.” As she rolls onto her hip then rises to a kneel, she gives me an appraising look. “I’m impressed.”
“You’re not—not—disgusted?” I’m frozen in place, transfixed by embarrassment and lust. Her lush breasts jiggle as she approaches, still on her knees. I’m so hard it hurts.
“Not at all. This explains quite a lot.” She’s at my feet now, her chin tilted up so she can meet my eyes. Her tawny nipples peek out from the gap in my shirt. Coppery curls frame her angel’s face. “I finally understand, Theo.”
She purses her lips to blow a stream of hot air over my aching erection. My dick jerks. I almost come.
“Mmm…” she hums around my cock, taking the length down her throat, just like the girls in my videos. I forget to be embarrassed. I forget I need a shower. Everything slips away except the juicy warmth of her mouth, the dance of her tongue, the unrelenting suction she applies as she bobs up and down on my shaft.
Oh my God! It’s almost too intense. I close my eyes at first, focusing on the unbelievable sensations. Soon, though, I have to look—it’s just so perfect. Rachel Zelinksy is on her knees! Sucking me like some eager Internet slut. She’s even got her hands clasped behind her back as she leans in to swallow me, as if I’d cuffed her.
Does she know what she’s doing to me? Is this part of her plan? I don’t care. I weave my fingers into her unruly hair and take over, using her mouth to get myself off. Almost immediately, she surrenders. Her lips go slack, stretching to accommodate me, and her jaw relaxes to accept my thrusts. She gags when I push deeper, but when I back off, she follows, burying her nose in my crotch. She wants this. She wants me to fuck her face as if I own her. I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.
That knowledge is the detonator. I shudder and explode, flooding her mouth with cum. Her muscles work around my cock as she swallows, triggering another burst. Poor Rachel tries hard, but she can’t keep up with me. As I pull out, semen spills out between her swollen lips to dribble down her chin. Porn-inspired, I aim my still-spurting dick at her glorious tits, painting them with streaks of white.
When I’m finally finished, I collapse to my knees and take her in my arms, smearing my own chest with cum. “Oh, Rachel…” I don’t know what to say. Thank you? I’m sorry? I just kiss her, deep and hard, hoping she’ll understand.
“Lisabet Sarai writes the most beautiful erotic prose. Her stories tease at the senses and transport you to a world of sexual pleasure.” ~ Desiree Holt, queen of BDSM erotic romance and author of Forward Pass
“I’ve always been a fan—Lisabet Sarai’s erotic fiction is certain to captivate, dominate, and leave readers begging for more.” ~ Alison Tyler, best-selling author of erotic BDSM memoirs Dark Secret Love and Even Deeper.
I was skeptical. I hardly ever read BDSM or Billionaire Romance, but the author almost literally dared me to try this one. I’m glad she did. Lisabet Sarai sent me an ARC of The Gazillionaire and the Virgin. I checked out the first paragraph—and didn’t stop until I’d finished the story. I read the entire thing in one sitting, a matter of hours where everything I was supposed to do went undone.
The Gazillionaire has all the expected tropes, but turns them on their head. Brilliant, I must say. Rachel has scads of money, Theo is a virgin. Their relationship progresses swiftly because Rachel is a woman who knows what she wants and how to get it, no matter that Theo is anti-social, agoraphobic and awkward. He doesn’t resist too hard, falling into Rachel’s seduction with all the eagerness of…well, a full-grown virgin. In spite of the swiftness of their relationship, Lisabet Sarai does a wonderful job of deep development with this couple. Their connection feels completely natural, not rushed at all, with a steady progression toward love that makes you feel like this couple really took their time bonding.
I also really appreciated the author allowing the sexual relationship to build toward the BDSM elements, rather than dumping everybody into the deep end. Trust is built, choice and consent are well-established as Rachel has experience and Theo’s been dying to get some. I kind of like that the Dom is the one who needs aftercare more often than the sub, but there were a few occasions that still managed to rub me the wrong way. Still, I was rooting for this couple all the way through.
However, Theo has some emotional insecurities—which is only to be expected from a grown man too anxious to travel away from his house, let alone get laid—and Rachel has experience. This leads toward the conflict which was the tiniest bit frustrating for me. As I’ve said, I hardly ever read BDSM, and the final quarter of this story holds many examples of why I don’t, so as non-reader of the genre, I found myself wanting to shake both of these characters senseless (and maybe punch one in the nose a few times). But, I think readers who do like this genre will love this story.
I was completely drawn into this relationship, and the relationship IS the story. The connection Rachel and Theo build between them is vividly portrayed, beautiful and well-written, poignant in some ways and hot enough to melt the pages in others. Which is exactly what I want in erotic novels. Lisabet Sarai just gained a new fan.
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LISABET SARAI occasionally tackles other genres, but BDSM will always be her first love. Every one of her nine novels includes some element of power exchange, while her D/s short stories range from mildly kinky to intensely perverse.
You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads and finally, on Twitter.