“Allow me to introduce Isabeau Willcox, my date tonight. Isabeau, this is Maria Coldwell, president of the Chamber of Commerce.”
My mouth fell open, and I struggled to think. Buzz Buzz Buzz filled my head, even as it filled my body, making me tense again and again.
I held out a shaking hand. “It’s a pleasure… uhh… to meet you, Madam President.”
The buzzing ceased, and I sucked in a sharp breath, then smiled, trying to cover for my odd behavior.
“Maria will be just fine. This is a party, after all,” she said, beaming. “You watch out for this one, Isabeau. He’s a real lady killer.”
She barked a laugh and gave Mr. Drake a playful shove. For the briefest of moments, I thought I saw him blush, but then the egg buzzed between my legs again, and my mind went blank. Everything I had in me was focused on not giving in to the sensation and dropping to my knees, arching my back as I came, howling like an animal.
I tried to tamp down the pleasure bubbling up inside me, but Mr. Drake was making it pulse over and over again, torturing me as I stood beside him.
“Isabeau,” he said, guiding me toward an attractive man in his thirties. “Please meet my partner, Alexander Smith.”
The pulsing continued, and I suppressed a groan. Buzz Buzz.Buzzz.
“Pleased to meet you, Mr. Smith,” I said between gritted teeth.
Buzzzzzzz.
Alexander Smith grinned, looking almost wolfish for a moment, his black eyes full of mischief.
“Chase has told me so much about you, Isabeau, but none of it did you justice.”
He’s very handsome. And young, like Mr. Drake. I wonder what he heard about me?
The thoughts came unbidden. My mind was a mess as I tried desperately to maintain control, even as my orgasm threatened to unravel me right here and now. I shifted, digging the point of my high heel into the arch of my other foot. The pain soothed me, bringing me back down.
For a moment. Buzz. Buzz. Buzzzzzz.
He took my hand in his and kissed it gently, the feel of his lips on my skin adding to the pressure building inside me.
Mr. Drake stepped between Alexander and I, suddenly looking flustered. The buzzing stopped abruptly.
“That’s enough of that, Lex. She’s not here to be drooled on.”
“Except by you, you mean,” he said, smiling in a way that made me uncomfortable. “Please to meet you, Isabeau.”
He winked at me and made his way back through the crowd.
Mr. Drake’s hand was on the small of my back again, leading me toward the bar, away from Mr. Smith.
“So that was your partner? The Smith of Drake & Smith?”
“Indeed.”
He handed me a glass of white wine, and I sipped it gratefully.
“I never see him in the offices,” I said.
“He prefers to work in the field, traveling the globe… seducing client’s daughters,” he said, his voice suddenly dark.
“I see you don’t care for him much.”
Mr. Drake ran his hand over my bare back, stroking it in a way that made my core clench again, squeezing the egg. I shivered.
“You see a lot.”
The pulsing began again, and I smiled up at him, shaking my head. “You are a very bad man.”
He signalled the staff, and instantly music began playing. I pressed my thighs together, trying to keep control as couples began moving to the middle of the foyer and dancing, gliding across the marble floor.
Without asking, Mr. Drake led me into the crowd, gathering me firmly in his arms. My breath caught in my chest being this close to him, and my eyes watered as I neared the peak, trying desperately to scramble back from the edge.
He leaned close, his nose brushing my cheek. “Cum for me, Isabeau.”
And just like that, I came, my pleasure bursting forth, running over like a river flooding its bank. I stiffened in his arms and moaned softly in his ear, shaking gently against him as he steered me on the dance floor. I could feel his erection pressing against my belly; his need for me as evident as mine was for him.
I was panting, my lace underwear now soaking wet. The buzzing stopped, but I kept trembling in his arms, aftershocks of my orgasm still ripping through me. I looked around, hoping no one would notice my flushed face, or my shaking limbs. Had anyone seen?
“You’re so beautiful when you cum,” Mr. Drake said, his voice low and heated. “You are so responsive… so obedient.”
I sighed at his words, my heart pounding in my chest. “I… I wanted to please you.”
His hand tightened on my back, pulling me harder against him. “I wish I could fuck you right here. Right now…” He made a frustrated noise like a grunt. “This party is over.”
He reached between us, adjusting himself, then led me to the foot of the staircase, where he stood side by side with me. He signalled to Mr. Daniels and the music ceased immediately. There was a murmer from the crowd, then all eyes and ears were on Mr. Drake, and, to my embarassment, me.
“Ladies and gentleman, I’m sorry to have to announce this, but I find I’m not feeling very well. I’m afraid I’m going to have to cut this party short.”
There was a general “ohh” of regret from the patrons, before people began moving for their purses and stoles.
“Thank you all so much for coming. I hope to see you all again soon. Drive safely!”
He beamed out over the crowd, bowing slightly toward Maria and her party. The guests began shuffling out under the keen eye of Mr. Daniels. Mr. Drake took my hand and led me upstairs without another word, not bothering to see if any guests had complaints or that everyone made it out of his home. Apparently, he had people for that.
My head spun thinking about the nonchalant way he just dismissed all of those people from his party. And how quickly they obeyed him.
We rounded the corner, but I didn’t make it two steps before he slammed me against the wall.
“I want you,” he growled. “Now.”
His hands were under my dress, then, gripping my ass, kneading my flesh. I moaned, writhing in his grasp, pushing myself against his hardness, now rubbing against me through his suit.
“Yes,” I breathed. I wanted him so badly it hurt, my body aching for him.
His lips met mine, his mouth bruising me as he kissed me roughly, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I groaned into him, my tongue tasting his, teasing, wanting to be closer to him as quickly as possible.
He broke away, leaving me breathless. “Not here.”
I squealed as he bent down and threw me over his shoulder, then jogged down the hall toward his study. My skirt was hitched too high up, my ass feeling the breeze as he moved. I hoped to God there were no staff members up here who would see this undignified display, but even if they did, the embarassment was worth it for him. For what would come next. For what I’d longed for all day long while I thought of him.
He threw open the door to the study, then slammed it behind him and pushed the mechanism by the fireplace that opened the entrance to his dungeon. Once inside, he snapped it shut, leaving us blissfully alone.
“Take the egg out,” he commanded.
We were both breathing hard, his eyes glinting with the same need I felt. With my eyes locked on his, I reached between my legs and eased my panties down over my heels. He held out his hand, and I placed them in it, gasping as he brought them to his nose and inhaled.
“God, yes, Isabeau. You smell amazing.”
I reached carefully between my legs and squeezed my muscles, easing the toy out of my body. He snatched it away, breathing that in as well before setting it aside on one of the dark, wooden shelves.
“You’re ready for me.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yes, Sir.”
He grinned wickedly. “Then hold up your arms and brace yourself.”
I smiled, then bit my lip, arousal and fear rushing through me, intermingling into sweet anticipation. He shed his jacket and shirt, then advanced upon me, pu
shing me back against the wall beneath a metal grating over head. He grabbed the bottom of my dress and ripped it off over my head, tearing the silk up the side. I made a noise in protest—it was so expensive!—but he glared at me until I shut my mouth, holding my hands still above my head.
He slung a chain up over the grating, then down again, and I noticed two leather cuffs dangling overhead.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he said, picking me up.
I did as I was told, wrapping my naked legs around him, letting him support me as he cuffed first my left wrist, then the right. I was hanging then, at just the right height for him to take me, but too high for my feet to touch the ground on my own. I mewled, feeling helpless and trapped, and totally turned on.
He leaned back, letting me slip just a little, and I shrieked as I thought he was going to let me fall. My weight settled on the cuffs, and I gripped the chain, holding on tight.
“What’s the matter, little slave? Don’t you trust me?”
He reached down, unzipping himself. “Hang on for me.”
He let me go, and I dangled, then, unsupported and afraid, trying not to scream, feeling like a true slave succumbing to his will. There was nothing I could do. I watched him roll a condom on, and then he was back, wrapping my legs around him, supporting me before my arms could get too sore.
“I’m glad you changed your mind,” he growled, and thrust himself inside of me, impaling me on his girth.
I cried out, my body overly sensitive from the orgasm he’d already given me, every nerve on fire as he filled me the way I so desperately needed. He pulled all the way out, and dipped a finger into my wetness, then thrust back inside.
I moaned, loving the way he fit just right, stretching me to an almost painful degree. His fingers dug into my ass cheeks as he began moving, stroking in and out of me as I held onto the chain for dear life. When his finger found my pucker, I gasped against him.
“I love this ass of yours, little slave. The things I’m going to do to you here,” he growled, fucking me harder.
I yelled as the tip of his finger pushed past the ring of muscle, stinging and sending jolts of pleasure through me simultaneously as he invaded me.
“Would you like that, slave? Would you like to be taken in the ass by your master?”
He gripped my waist with his other hand, pulling me up and down onto his cock harder than ever, bucking up into me with each thrust, his finger working its way further into my ass as he spoke.
“Y-yes!” I cried.
I’d never had a man there before, but the way he said what he wanted to do to me made me weak with desire. I wanted him to take me everywhere. I wanted to be totally his and learn at his hand.
“Good girl,” he grunted.
He removed his finger, then roughly pulled my bra down over my breasts, trussing them up before him. He held me in both arms now, and leaned in, suckling first one nipple into his mouth, then the other as he pumped in and out of my eager body. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair, to caress him and hold him, but I was his prisoner, trapped above, being used for his will, and his alone.
I screamed as he bit a nipple and slapped my ass hard. The stinging made my pussy clench around him, ratching up my pleasure in a way that made my head spin. He moved to the other nipple and bit down, spanking me again, and again as he made me his, taking me harder and faster.
My arms were growing tired, and I could no longer hold the chain for support. I hung there, trusting him as he slapped and bit and slid in and out of me, covering my body in a riot of sensation, pain and pleasure merging into one beautiful symphony of desire.
He licked his way up to my neck, teasing and kissing, even as he mercilessly fucked me from below. I was wailing now, my voice echoing off the walls as I rode him. When his teeth closed on my throat, I came undone, my orgasm crashing over me, my heartbeat thudding in my ears as he bit me harder, marking me.
His hands clenched my ass hard, and he moaned against my skin. His erection jumped inside of me, and I knew he was cumming, filling me with his hot seed. For a moment, I wished we didn’t have the condom between us, but the thought flickered away as another convulsion took me, making my eyes roll back in my head.
His bites turned to kisses as he held me close, thrusting in one last, slow time before finally pulling out. He crushed me to him as he undid my restraints, then lowered my feet gently to the floor. My legs felt like they might fail, and I leaned against him, smiling and exhausted.
“Oh, Isa,” he said, and kissed my hair. “Please tell me you’ll be mine. Tell me you really have changed your mind?”
I nodded, and pulled back so I could look into his eyes. “I trust you, Sir… I’ll be yours.”
He swept me into his arms, kissing me tenderly in a way that made my toes curl all over again. When he broke away and moved toward the shelves, I knew what was coming next. He brought me the box containing the two collars and opened it, offering it to me once again.
I reached in and took the leather one, rolling it over in my fingers. It was soft, but strong. Just like me, I thought, and smiled at the notion. He helped me buckle it on, then led me to a mirror on one side of the room. We stood side by side, him with his suit pants still on, me with my breasts bursting out of my bra, and his collar around my neck. I ran my fingers over it, admiring the way it looked. The way it fit.
The way it made me feel.
“I’m really yours,” I said softly, and he nodded beside me.
“Isabeau, you have no idea what kind of things I have in store for you. We’ll begin your training tomorrow, in the office.”
“My training?” My eyes widened, but I had to admit, I liked the sound of that.
He ran his fingers over the tops of my breasts, his green eyes boring into mine, even in our reflection.
“Oh yes. Every submissive needs training. How else will you know how to please me?”
I shivered beneath that stare. Training at his hand… and in the office, no less!
“I think I’m going to enjoy this,” I said.
Mr. Drake slapped my ass, and grinned in the dim light of the dungeon. “I’ll make sure of that, little slave.”
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To Be Continued…
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 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.
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Wanting Him: The Droid Who Loved Me, Part 2 (Sci Fi Erotic Romance)
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Disciplinary Action (Slave to Authority)
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