At His Mercy: The Billionaire's Beck and Call, Part 2 (A BDSM Erotic Romance) (3 page)
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Authors: Delilah Fawkes
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…”
***
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.”
***
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?
***
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!"
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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?”
