I moved quietly down the hall, padding barefoot on the thick carpet until I was just outside the door. I peered in, my eyes still adjusting. The only light came from a fireplace on the far wall, but I could see Mr. Drake’s profile as he sat in a highbacked chair, and slowly raised a glass to his lips. Something lay across his lap, but I couldn’t quite make it out. He lowered the glass and raised the whatever it was to his face. It looked like cloth, torn at the bottom…
I gasped out loud as it caught the light. It was my shirt from that day in the office. The one he’d torn undressing me.
Mr. Drake whipped his head around at the sound.
I didn’t move in time, and our eyes locked through the crack in the open door.
“What are you doing?” His voice was harsh, and I winced at the tone.
I stepped into the room, tugging the robe tight around my body. “I could ask you the same question.”
He looked down at the shirt in his hands, then let it fall to the floor. “You were supposed to be asleep.”
The look in his eyes then, a mixture of sadness and regret, made me do something I never thought I’d do. I crossed the room to his chair, took the glass out of his hand and set it on the mantle, before saying exactly what was on my mind—what had been on my mind ever since that day in the office.
“Why won’t you punish me any more?”
My voice was soft, almost drowned out by the crackling of the flames, but I knew that he’d heard.
“Isabeau… It isn’t that simple.”
“What’s complicated about it?”
I put my hands on my hips, and noticed his eyes raking over my curves, barely concealed by the thin robe.
“If you don’t want me, I understand.” My voice cracked a little, despite my wishes, and I looked down, unable to meet his eyes.
He stood, then, towering over me, darkly sillhouetted against the flames.
“It’s not that. God, Isabeau… you can’t know what you do to me.”
He moved close, close enough to hold me if that’s what he wanted. If so, I wasn’t going to stop him.
“Then what is it?” I reached out hesitantly, my fingers trailing along his arm until I reached his hand. He didn’t pull away.
“You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“Try me.”
There was a moment of tension, so thick I could barely breathe, and then he closed the distance between us, grabbing me roughly, his lips crashing down on mine. His mouth was hot and urgent, making my knees shiver and my pussy heat. I moaned, opening my lips beneath his, and felt a surge of arousal course through me as his tongue met mine, searching, tasting, teasing...
I clutched the front of his shirt, wanting to rip it off, but not sure if it was okay, if it was proper. He broke the kiss, and looked at me like a wild animal, his eyes ravenous. I was afraid and nervous and more turned on than I’d ever been in my life.
“I can smell your need,” he growled, and slipped a hand beneath my robe, cupping my sex. “You’re on fire for me.”
“Oh, God,” I whispered. My core was so wet, so ready, and I felt my juices drip down onto his palm.
“Tell me you want this.”
It wasn’t a question.
“I… I want this.”
That was all it took.
He jerked the belt of my robe open and tore it down off my shoulders. The silk whispered at it fell to the ground. His eyes roamed my curves, taking in my round breasts and firm body, my nipples peaking under his gaze. For a moment, I wanted to cover up, to avoid his searching stare, but then he touched me with those strong hands, and all thoughts of shyness disappeared.
He was rough, but gentle lovemaking was the last thing on my mind. He caressed my breasts, stopping to twist and pinch each nipple into a stinging point, making me groan with each jolt of pain. I reached for the buttons of his shirt, but he slapped my hands, unbuttoning it himself and tossing it aside.
His body was exactly as I’d imagined: toned, hard, with a sprinkling of light brown hair across his powerful chest. I wanted to touch him, to take my time, licking my way down to that oh-so-sexy spot where his abs met his hip, but he held my wrists in one hand as he worked his buckle. He drew a condom out of his pocket, then dropped his pants and underwear to the floor.
I gasped when I saw his erection, stiff and huge, the tip already glistening with precum, ready to bury itself between my legs. I squirmed in his grasp, needing him now, wanting him more than I thought was possible. He released my hands just long enough to rip the condom wrapper open and roll it on, then threw my arms around his neck.
“Clasp your hands together, and don’t let go. Understand?”
It was an order, and my body tingled at his commanding tone, ready and eager to please.
“Yes, Sir.”
I don’t know why I said it, but I was instantly glad I did. The look on his face was one of pure animal lust as I did as he demanded, holding my hands together behind his neck, bracing myself against his broad shoulders.
He picked me up with a growl and impaled me with one hard thrust. I cried out as his thick cock stretched me, filling me to an almost painful degree. There was no foreplay, only this, and it was exactly what I craved.
“Is this what you want?” He gritted in my ear.
I gasped in response as he began pumping in and out of me, his hands supporting my ass, bobbing me up and down on his hot erection. I held on for dear life, feeling helpless as he bucked up into me, hitting me hard with each jerk of his hips.
“Answer me! Did you want this, little temp, when you asked why I don’t punish you?”
He dug his fingers into my skin, bruising me, but I didn’t care. My body felt like it was on fire, filled with the sensations of this man’s violent lovemaking, unlike anything I’d ever experienced. My toes curled behind his back as he drove into me again and again and again.
“Y-yes! Yes!”
My voice was high. Breathless. I felt like I was riding a storm, with each thrust getting me closer and closer to being struck by lightning. He bucked into me over and over, and time seemed to stand still as I succumbed to his will, trusting him to hold me as he drove into me again and again.
Then, suddenly, Mr. Drake unclasped my arms from his neck and grabbed my waist, flipping me over. I yelled in surprise as my feet hit the ground and he bent me over his ottoman, my ass sticking up high in the air. He jerked my hands behind my back and held my wrists together again.
“You call me Sir when you’re with me like this. Understand?”
His hand came down hard on one ass cheek, and I yelped at the sharp jolt of pain.
“Yes!”
He hit me again on the same spot, making me moan into the cushion. My pussy ached to be filled by him again; the sweet burn amplifying my need.
“What did I just say? Are you deaf, little temp?”
His hand came down again and again, the sound of flesh hitting flesh reverberating throughout the room.
“I’m sorry, Sir! I understand, Sir!”
I could almost hear him smile behind me, but before I could turn and look, he thrust into me once more. I wailed mindlessly as he began fucking me, harder and harder, faster and faster, taking me then and there like I was his to use and always had been. He pulled my wrists, making me arch my back, helpless to resist the onslaught of his body slamming into mine.
When one hand snaked around my hips and pinched my clit hard, I screamed, the bite of sensation taking me right to the edge, his hard cock taking me tumbling over. I fell apart beneath him, moaning as I convulsed around him again and again, milking him even as he railed into me.
He released my wrists and gripped my ass as he pumped into me once, twice, three more times, abusing the already tender flesh. He groaned behind me, and I sighed as I felt him cumming, his cock twitching inside of me as my pussy gripped it, still pulsing from the strength of my orgasm.
“Good, girl,” he said, catching his breath above me. “Good girl…�
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I lay draped over the ottoman for a minute or two, feeling like all of my bones had been replaced with rubber bands, before I pushed myself up and looked around. Mr. Drake expertly knotted the condom and tossed it in the trash, then retrieved the silk robe for me.
“Thank you,” I said, and we both knew I wasn’t talking about the robe.
He smiled down at me, his dimples breathtaking in the flickering firelight.
“Is this really what you want, Isabeau? I’m not a gentle man. I never have been.”
I put a hand on my backside, feeling the sweet pain where he’d struck me, and bit my lip.
“Yes. I want this. I want you.”
I’d never been so blunt before, but Mr. Drake brought out a different side of me. A bolder version of me who admitted what she craved, who said what she felt. Even so, I don’t think I would have been able to stand it if he didn’t want me in the same way.
He gathered me in his arms and pressed a hot kiss to my lips.
“I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you. When I called you ‘mouse,’ there was a fire in your eyes, but I could tell you longed for someone to trust. Someone to take control. But Isabeau… there’s so much more, and I need to know that you’re ready. That you do trust me, if we’re going to continue.”
I didn’t understand. What else was there? What was he keeping from me?
“I have something to show you.”
He reached into the shadows by the fireplace. I heard a mechanism click, then the grinding sound of gears shuddering to life. A small door opened in the brick, swinging inwards into blackness. Mr. Drake hit a switch inside the door, and a secret room was illuminated in soft, orange light.
My mouth dropped open. The room was huge, and looked like something out of a gothic fantasy. A huge black structure leaned against the far wall in the shape of an X, with piles of rope and chain next to it, along with various odd looking stools, benches, and what looked like a leather swing hanging from the ceiling. Dark wooden shelves displayed a variety of dildos, handcuffs and metal bars that made me shiver from head to toe just looking at them.
Another case held whips and riding crops.
“This is my dungeon. My greatest secret. I am a dom by nature, which means that my lovers must enjoy submission. Bondage. Pleasure tinged with pain.”
I gaped at the contents of the hidden room, emotions warring within me. Fear mixed with arousal as my eyes wandered over all of the devices and restraints. Could I do this? Did I want to do this? Could I be the lover that Mr. Drake needed?
“Isabeau. Do you trust me?”
I looked up into the green eyes of the man who’d just given me the greatest sex of my life, the man who made my body tingle just by looking at me, and found myself lost for words. This was a defining moment of my life, and the gravity of it stole my breath away.
Did I trust this man enough to submit?
His eyes, usually so full of confidence were darkened by doubt, and I realized he was just as afraid as I was. Afraid that I’d say ‘no.’ Afraid that I’d leave.
I took his hand in mine.
“I trust you.”
He smiled, and pulled me close.
“Then, Isabeau, I have so much to show you.”
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To Be Continued…
Don’t miss the next three parts of this sizzling series, available now!
At His Command: The Billionaire’s Beck and Call, Part 3
Isabeau Willcox feels like she's living in a dream. Brooding billionaire Chase Drake wants her, and what's more, he wants to show her his world, his darker side that includes a secret sex dungeon and deliciously naughty toys that spark her imagination and make her knees weak.
When he shackles her and makes her his slave, she's brought to heights she never imagined. But when he asks to make their arrangement more permanent, she remembers how quickly he's dismissed previous assistants.
Will he tire of her and drop her like all the rest? Or is this the love she's been waiting for?
At His Insistence: The Billionaire’s Beck and Call, Part 4
When Isabeau reveals to Mr. Drake that she's not ready to be his slave, he refuses to share his bed with her, giving her time to think about what she really wants. Will she let fear get in the way of the best thing that's ever happened to her?
When she decides to take a leap of faith, he's one step ahead of her, sending a car to bring her to him as his date to an extravagant party, with one thing in mind: punishing her for her lack of trust in a way that will make her squirm.
Will Isabeau succumb to fear, or will she finally give Mr. Drake the control he desires?
At His Instruction: The Billionaire’s Beck and Call, Part 5
Isabeau finally spends the night in the bed of her mysterious boss, Mr. Drake, and wakes, ready to begin her slave training at the office. When the bondage gear comes out, she's ready and willing to have him show her the ropes.
But when a stranger bursts into Mr. Drake's office, she's naked beneath the desk, trapped, and forced to hear things she shouldn't. When trust is broken, can the relationship survive?
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About the Author
A former kindergarten teacher, turned raunchy smut slinger, Delilah Fawkes delights in bringing you only the naughtiest of stories for your reading pleasure.
From schoolgirls getting spanked, to people literally getting tied up at the office, she loves bringing the hottest stories straight to your kindle.
Enjoy, and keep a lookout for more sizzling stories that will make you need some "alone time!"
For more Delilah Fawkes stories, visit her blog or check out her author page.
Other Stories by Delilah Fawkes:
Erotic Romance
Teaching Him: The Droid Who Loved Me, Part 1 (Sci Fi Erotic Romance)
Wanting Him: The Droid Who Loved Me, Part 2 (Sci Fi Erotic Romance)
Erotica
Babysitting Daddy
Babysitting Daddy 2
Blackmailed by the Professor (M/f/m Menage)
Chick with a Dick: My Roommate’s Sexy Secret (Trans Erotica)
Cram Session
Disciplinary Action (Slave to Authority)
Disciplinary Action 2: Reprimanded (Slave to Authority)
Free Fuck (An Erotic Gangbang)
Getting Off
I Fucked the Swamp Creature! (Monster Sex)
I Fucked the Wolfman! (Monster Sex)
I Fucked the Mummy! (Monster Sex)
I Fucked Dracula! (Monster Sex)
I Fucked Frankenstein’s Monster! (Monster Sex)
I Fucked the Invisible Man! (Monster Sex)
I Fucked Cthulhu! (Monster Sex/Tentacle Sex)
I Fucked a Zombie Horde! (Monster Sex/Gangbang Erotica)
The Little Virgin Mermaid (An Erotic Fairytale Parody)
Missionary Position
Ms. Gina Fucks the Football Team (Fantasy Roadtrip #1)
My Best Friend’s Brother
My Best Friend’s Brother 2
My Best Friend’s Brother 3
My Best Friend’s Daddy
My Best Friend’s Pussy
Spying on the Neighbors
Sucking Santa’s Candy Cane (Holiday Whores)
Taking Him By Force
Taking His Cherry (Holiday Whores)
Tit for Tat
Tricks for Treats (Holiday Whores)
The XXX-Files (An Erotic Sci Fi Parody)
Yes, Professor
Gay
The Bear and the Scout Master (M/m BDSM Erotica)
Fucked by Father Daniels (MM Erotica)
Gay for the Stay: A Schoolboy Confession
Hit the Showers
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BONUS MATERIAL
Here’s a sneak peak at Delilah Fawkes’ best selling student/teacher erotica story, Yes, Professor:
“Goddamn it, Emily!” Professor Blackwell slammed his fist onto his desk, sending papers spilling off the edge
. “How many times do I have to repeat myself? Get it done right this time or get the hell out of my office!”
Emily nodded and looked down at her clasped hands. She’d done it again—forgotten to enter the grades into the new system. Now she’d have to redo everything.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” The professor moved around the desk, now so close to her that she could smell the light musk of his cologne.
She sucked in a breath, afraid to speak for the moment. When he was close like this, she could barely think. He was so devastatingly handsome, especially for an older man. His sandy hair was graying at the temples, but she could tell that beneath his tweed jacket and button up shirt he was still strong—his body hard from years of exercise. She’d asked to be his TA specifically to be closer to him, but when he was in a temper like this, he made her feel like a child.
“I’m waiting, Emily.”
She shivered at the deep edge in his voice. That tone always meant he was deadly serious.
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
She winced. How could she have forgotten that, too? “I’m sorry, Professor.”
He always demanded that she call him that, never dropping the icy informality even when they were alone together after class. Truth be told, she enjoyed it. It made him seem even more distinguished. More untouchable.
“What am I supposed to do with you? You can’t follow even the simplest instructions, can you, girl?”
His eyes raked over her body, and she felt the heat rising in her cheeks under his scrutiny. She looked up into his hazel eyes. They darkened as his gaze dropped to her tight sweater and below to her short, pleated skirt. Heat pooled between her legs, and she bit her lip. God, he was sexy. How does he do this to me when he’s acting so cold?
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