At His Insistence: The Billionaire's Beck and Call, Part 4 (A BDSM Erotic Romance) (3 page)

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, pushing 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.”

***

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?

***

About the Author

A former
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