"Yes, I am, Sir," I said, looking up at him defiantly.
I wanted him. If I could have moved my arms, I would have stroked that gorgeous dick of his, cupping his balls until he came then and there, but I was trapped. Helpless to do as I pleased. Waiting on his instruction.
He looked down at me, appraising me with a bemused expression on his face.
"What am I to do with you?"
I could feel the burning heat inside of me, begging for release. Not only his, but mine. I was so aroused, I ached.
His hand closed lightly around my throat again.
"Stand up, Isa."
He pulled upward, and I gasped, before pushing myself onto my feet. His hand steadied me, then pulled me close.
"You want me now? Then I'll fuck you blue until you cum, little slave. But later, you're going to kneel beneath me, and get exactly what you deserve for being such a bad girl."
"Oh God," I breathed.
The little voice inside me screamed Yes, Yes, YES!
He pulled me to him, kissing me hard, his hands roughly squeezing my breasts through the lace. He pinched my nipples, twisting sharply with both hands. I cried out, tears stinging the corners of my eyes, my sex tingling at the jolt of pain.
"Trust me, Isa."
With that, he spun me around and bent me over, holding me by the leather gloves tying my arms together. I screeched, fear stabbing through me as I hung in his grasp, feeling like I was falling, even as he held me fast.
His weight shifted as one hand let go, and I pressed my lips together, trying not to scream, willing myself to trust my master, my Mr. Drake. There was a tearing noise, like foil meeting teeth, then rustling behind me.
I breathed deeply, trying to relax, hanging doubled over by my wrists like I was. Then, my skirt was yanked up over my ass, my panties ripped at the crotch, and he was there, pressing into me, his cock driving into my channel without hesitation.
I moaned, clenching around him, my body already thrumming with excitement. His other hand held me now, and he jerked me back, slamming into me as his hips met mine. His balls slapped forward with each stroke, hitting my sensitive folds. I cried out again and again as he thrust deep inside, my pussy aching from the pounding, my pleasure spiraling upward with each violent thrust.
He jerked me upward, wrapping his arm around my waist as he continued fucking me, harder and harder, faster and faster, our bodies making slapping sounds that echoed through the office. His teeth sunk into my shoulder, making me groan, but when he pinched my clit, I screamed as I came, my pussy convulsing around him, squeezing him for all I was worth.
He grunted behind me, pinching my bud again and again, making tears flow down my cheeks even as I soared on the wings of my orgasm, my whole body shaking in his arms. Then he held me tight, pressing me against him as he came, his seed hot inside of me, his erection twitching even as my muscles tightened around him, milking every last drop.
"Fuck," he said, and kissed my neck softly. "You are something else, little temp. How do you do this to me every time?"
I leaned back against him, feeling weak, my legs threatening to give out.
"I could ask you the same thing. Sir."
I felt him smiling against my shoulder.
"We have to clean up now. I have a meeting in 45 minutes. A meeting you'll be attending."
“Yes, Sir. I’m happy to serve.”
And I meant it.
***
“What?”
“You heard me perfectly well, Isa. Do I have to bend you over my knee, or will you obey?”
The thought of a good spanking didn’t sound much like a punishment, but I refused to be distracted.
“You want me to suck you off under your desk while you take your meeting?” I imagined it, my nipples hardening beneath my bra. “Won’t we get caught?”
He grinned at me, tenting his fingers behind his desk. “Not if you’re quiet, as I instructed.”
I stared at him, at this powerful, apparently crazy man, who wanted to live out this sexual fantasy on company time. He ran a hand through his wavy hair, his eyes shining, full of excitement. I had to admit… the thought of doing something so damn wrong made me horny as hell.
Who was I turning into? This wasn’t like responsible old Isabeau, who always did things by the book; dependable Isabeau who always had a cool head and kept things under control. That girl didn’t do things like this. Not by a long shot.
But she also didn’t have a whole lot of fun, I thought. My sex throbbed deliciously in agreement.
“If you’re going to do this, we need to get ready. The meeting starts in ten minutes. If not, I’ll understand, but it will mean the end of our training today.”
His smile was gone, and he watched me with trepidation.
Oh, what the hell.
The old Isabeau would never have put her heart on the line to be with a man like this, either. Would never have dared to think she was worthy. Would never have trusted him when he said he wanted her to be his… Fuck the old Isabeau. In with the new!
“I’m ready, Sir.”
His face lit up, and a wave of affection surged through me. If I could make him smile like that, any risk was worth it.
“Then, lets get you out of those clothes, slave. I want you naked, handcuffed, and hungry for my cock.”
Oh, dear Lord. His words made my pussy tingle beneath my skirt. I pressed my thighs together, trying not to squirm under that gaze.
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, and undid the clasp of my bra.
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When the knock came on the door, I was crouched beneath the large, mohagany desk, shielded from view by the wooden front piece that went all the way down to the floor. My hands were secured behind my back with soft leather cuffs, and I was naked from head to toe, my hair pulled back in a braid to keep it out of my face.
I tingled from my scalp all the way down to my toes in anticipation. Mr. Drake adjusted himself in his leather chair, unzipping his pants and freeing his hard on. It looked good enough to eat, and I leaned forward, eager to get started.
“Come in.”
The sounds of the door whispering open then clicking shut reached my ears as I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around his length. I wanted to groan around him, but I did as I was told and kept silent, smirking to myself at the thought of what I was doing. It was just. So. Wrong.
And so deliciously exciting.
“How are you, Chase? Having a good day?”
I heard the creak of leather as the man sat down across from Mr. Drake. I laved the bottom of his erection slowly so I wouldn’t make any slurping noises. His cock gave a little jump in my mouth, and I glowed inside, knowing how much he was loving this from his body’s reaction.
“You have no idea. You?”
“Good, good. But we didn’t come here to exchange pleasantries, did we?”
There was something very familiar about that voice. It had a sarcastic edge to it that I remembered from… somewhere. I relaxed my throat and leaned down, taking as much of him as I could into my mouth. Mr. Drake’s thigh tensed against the side of my face.
“Fair enough, Lex. What have you got for me?”
Lex. The business partner. I wondered what he’d think of Mr. Drake if he knew what was happening right under his nose. My pussy leaked onto my thigh at the thought of him, just a couple of feet away, oblivious to the naked woman sucking cock beneath the desk.
There was a slap as a stack of paper fell onto the desk.
“Our projections look like they were wrong, Chase. Earnings were down, but not enough to worry about yet. It’s probably just the economy catching up to us.”
“How much… how much are we talking about?”
I suppressed a giggle under the desk. I’d just sucked one of his balls into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it before moving to the other, making him skip a beat. I was impressed that Mr. Drake was keeping it together so well. It felt like sweet revenge for making me wear that vibrator to
his party. I never thought torturing him would feel so good. He did ask for it, after all.
“Like I said. It’s nothing to worry about. Here are the figures if you’d like to look through them later. We’re just down a percentage or two instead of the growth we’d hoped for.”
Mr. Drake grunted, either in displeasure at the news, or because I’d just taken his length all the way into my mouth again, and was busy quietly pumping up and down, running my tongue over the bottom ridge the whole way.
His hand reached down and grabbed my braid, holding me onto him. The tip of his cock hit the back of my throat, and I breathed through my nose, willing myself not to gag. He tensed, and then he was cumming, his saltiness filling my mouth. I suppressed a groan and swallowed greedily, drinking him in.
“Thank you for gathering those numbers, Lex. If I have any questions, I’ll give you a call.”
Boy, was he smooth. He was cool as a cucumber, even after what felt to me like an intense orgasm.
There was a sharp rap at the door, then the sound of it swinging open before Mr. Drake could say ‘come in.’
“There you are, Chasey,” a female voice cooed. “Your secretary wasn’t out there, so I just let myself in. I hope I’m not interrupting.”
Chasey? I sat back, releasing Mr. Drake from between my lips, and listened hard.
“Veronica? What the hell are you doing here?”
The coldness of Mr. Drake’s tone made me relax a little. I just hoped he wouldn’t have to go anywhere, considering what we’d just been doing.
“Now, now, Chase,” Lex teased. “Is that any way to talk to the future Mrs. Drake?”
I sat up with a start, bumping my head on the bottom of the desk. I winced silently. Did he just say what I thought he said? A feminine giggle masked the sound, making the hair on my neck stand on end. Suddenly, the cuffs on my wrists chafed, and I wished I were anywhere but here.
“It’s okay. You know how he gets. He’s just a cranky puss, aren’t you Chasey?”
If I had to listen to this for too much longer, I was in danger of puking on Mr. Drake’s shoes. Who was this woman?
“Please, Veronica. Now isn’t a good time.”
His tone was dark. Forceful. But from the sound of her grating laugh, it had no effect on this Veronica.
“It’s never a good time! I’m not leaving until you agree to join me for dinner at your parents’ house tonight. They invited us, but said you haven’t returned any of their calls, you naughty thing.”
I wanted to growl in frustration, trapped like a naked rat under his desk. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be hearing these things.
An exasperated sigh met my ears.
“I have some things to wrap up here, Veronica, and then can meet you downstairs. We’ll discuss it there. Lex, if you’ll please escort her to the lobby?”
There was the sound of shuffling paper, and Mr. Drake tapping a pen on the desk impatiently.
“Always a pleasure Chase,” Lex said.
There was the sound of a huffy female sigh, then footsteps. The door clicked shut and silence filled the office. Mr. Drake waited for a few moments before tucking himself back into his pants and sliding his chair back.
“Isa… It’s not what it sounds like.”
Humiliation coursing through me, I clambered out from under the desk and turned around, holding my wrists out.
“Let me go.”
He worked the buckle on one cuff, rubbing my wrist. Tears stung my eyes. I wanted to pull away. I wanted to gather my clothing and leave and never speak to him again. But when he rubbed my wrist that way, part of me wanted to stay, to believe that things weren’t how they seemed.
But then who was that woman? And why had Lex called her “the future Mrs. Drake?”
He released the other cuff. “Isa, she’s a friend of the family.”
I turned around, my eyes on the floor, avoiding his. “I see.”
She’s rich. She’s one of them. I reached for the drawer where he’d stashed my clothing, and a tear rolled down my cheek, despite my best efforts to hold it in. I’m just a secretary in borrowed clothing. How can I compete with that?
Mr. Drake touched my shoulder as I jammed my legs into the skirt and zipped it up.
“I want you. No one else.”
“Then you’re not going to dinner with her?”
I buttoned the blouse, my fingers shaking as I worked.
“I… I have to go.”
I slid on my heels and grabbed my purse, spilling chapstick and receipts onto the floor. “Then, so do I.”
And before he could say anything else, I walked out of the office and slammed the door, leaving Chase Drake stunned and silent. I stabbed at the elevator button, the light blurring through the tears now flowing freely down my cheeks.
I expected the office door to open and for him to come after me. To tell me again that I was the one, not her. I waited to hear him call my name.
The bell chimed, and the elevator slid open. I took a deep breath, and stepped inside.
***
To Be Continued…
The next installment of “The Billionaire’s Beck and Call” Series by Delilah Fawkes is coming soon!
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Don’t miss the other parts of this sizzling series, available now!
At His Service: The Billionaire’s Beck and Call, Part 1
Isabeau Willcox is just the temp at the front desk, so when the mysterious, sexy and notoriously ill-tempered CEO, Chase Drake asks her to be his executive assistant, she's sure there's been some sort of mistake. However, Mr. Drake wants her, and Mr. Drake always gets what he wants.
When she enters his employ, she agrees to be at his beck and call, to be his, but what exactly does that entail? When he punishes her for breaking his rules by bending her over his desk, she realizes she may be in for more than she bargained for.
At His Mercy: The Billionaire’s Beck and Call, Part 2
When dashing billionaire, Chase Drake, tells his assistant he won't lose control again and punish her, she's determined to prove him wrong. But he remains true to his word, frustrating her and making her wonder if the connection they had was all in her head.
After she misses the bus home, he offers to drive her, but a simple ride soon turns into an evening of wining and dining that culminates on her spending the night in his guest room.
When she hears him up in the middle of the night, her curiosity gets the best of her and she spies on him. Mr. Drake is hiding something, and discovering what it is may just result in the night of her life.
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?
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About the Author
A former kindergarten teacher, turned raunchy smut slinger, Delilah Fawkes delights in bringing you onl
y 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:
Spanking Erotica Bundle (Four Red Hot Sex Stories)
Bisexual Erotica Bundle (Four Sizzling Sex Stories
My Best Friend’s Daddy
My Best Friend’s Brother
My Best Friend’s Brother 2
My Best Friend’s Brother 3
My Best Friend’s Pussy
Babysitting Daddy
Babysitting Daddy 2
Fucked by Father Daniels (MM Erotica)
Gay for the Stay: A Schoolboy Confession
Yes, Professor
Blackmailed by the Professor (M/f/m Menage)
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)
The Little Virgin Mermaid (An Erotic Fairytale Parody)
The XXX-Files (An Erotic Sci Fi Parody)
Getting Off
Missionary Position
Free Fuck (An Erotic Gangbang)
Tricks for Treats (Holiday Whores)
Taking His Cherry (Holiday Whores)
Spying on the Neighbors
The Droid Who Loved Me (Sci Fi Erotic Romance)
Tricks for Treats (Holiday Whores)
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