At His Warning (The Billionaire’s Beck and Call #8)(3)
Author: Delilah Fawkes

I made a pot of coffee and made a nest of files on the floor of my boss’ office before getting down to business. At 5 p.m. I heard footsteps outside and tensed, my hands still full of photocopied receipts. The cadence of the steps became clear, and I relaxed. It was him. My Mr. Drake coming to help me at last.

Keys jingled and the heavy door swung inward.

“Isabeau.”

My breath quickened at his outline in the doorway. He was wearing jeans and a soft, grey sweater that stretched neatly over his broad shoulders. It was something of a shock seeing him in anything but a suit or tuxedo, but my pulse pounding in my veins confirmed my thoughts. He was gorgeous, an air of elegance around him even in this relaxed state.

“Do you remember how I want you when we’re in this office together?”

“Yes, Sir,” I breathed.

I sat up on my knees and pushed them apart, putting my hands behind me. The slits of my skirt strained against my thighs as I assumed the position, and I cast my eyes down, even though all I wanted to do was meet that piercing green gaze.

“That’s my good girl.”

His voice was low, lustful, as he moved toward me. His shadow covered me, and I sighed, calmed by his presence, despite the coffee coursing through my veins.

“Have you found anything in the files?”

“Not yet, Sir,” I said. “I’ve been going through the transaction records from the last quarter, but nothing’s jumped out at me so far. The earnings figures are on your desk.”

“Very good, little slave.”

He wound his fingers in my hair and pulled, forcing me to look up into his eyes. “You’ve made your master very happy, Isa. Thank you for everything.”

I blushed under his scrutiny, not expecting the compliment when we were behaving… well, like this. The lines between work and play were blurring, and what’s more was, I didn’t mind.

He cupped my face with his other hand, caressing my cheek. His fingers traveled down my neck, making me tremble, before tracing the line of my collarbone. I didn’t take my eyes off him while he held me like this, didn’t want to even if he’d let me. His hand dipped lower, popping the top buttons of my blouse until I knew the swells of my br**sts were exposed. He sucked in a sharp breath.

“Fuck.” He broke eye contact, and I knew he was enjoying the view. “Stay right here, little slave. Close your eyes. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I did as he asked, sitting back on my heels as I waited to see what he would do. There was the sound of the storage room door opening in the back of his office, then a scraping, like he was dragging something heavy over the carpet. There was a loud thump, then the sound of his footfalls returning.

“Open your eyes, Isa.”

I opened them and was immediately more confused than enlightened. What was I looking at?

Sitting before me was a strange, and more than a little scary-looking, device, consisting of a black metal frame, wrist and ankle cuffs, and an ominous looking dildo-on-a-piston. Oh, dear…

Despite my hesitation, the thought of what Mr. Drake may want to do to me sent shivers of anticipation straight to my core.

“I want you.” Mr. Drake’s voice was hoarse with longing. “God, I always want you… But we need to figure out what’s going on.” He reached down and caressed my br**sts through the silk, making me moan. “Lucky for us both, I do my best thinking when I’m sexually frustrated out of my mind.”

He bent down and removed my diamond choker, replacing it with my black leather one. I smiled as he buckled it into place. The thought that he carried it with him was interesting, to say the least.

“Strip down, little slave, and get on all fours above the frame here.”

I stood, slowly unbuttoning my blouse and unhooking my bra, loving the way he eyed me, his gaze all hunger and need. When my skirt and panties were folded on the floor next to me, I lowered myself down next to the cuffs, waiting for my next command. Mr. Drake knelt next to me and fastened me in, making sure I was comfortable, but secured in place. He lifted a bar off the frame, bringing it up under my chin. It had a padded rest in the shape of a U that he asked me to place my neck onto, and fastened the d-ring on my collar to the stockade.

I was completely trapped.

He moved behind me, and I tensed, a sudden jolt of fear stabbing through me as he adjusted the machine’s piston arm. What would it feel like? Would it be too hard? Too fast?

I whimpered as I felt the black rubber of the dildo parting my folds.

“You’re already so wet, little slave. So ready. I thought I’d have to lubricate it…”

I felt his hands slide over my cheeks, kneading the flesh. I groaned at his touch, wishing I could reach back and caress him, too. His lips brushed over me, and I squirmed against the restraints.

“You’re absolutely amazing,” he whispered.

His tongue darted out, tasting me.

“Now, I’m going to turn this on, and you’re going to receive the f**king of a lifetime while I read these reports. When I’ve found what I’m looking for, I’ll let you up again, and then take you myself. Understood?”

He stood and walked into view, sitting down at his desk. I stared, open mouthed before remembering myself.

“Y-yes, Sir…”

How long was he going to do this to me? What if I couldn’t take it? What if he never found what he was looking for?

He hit a remote on his desk, his eyes flashing as he watched me. Before I could move, or even think, the dildo eased its way into me, stretching me around its girth. I gasped as it worked its way into my channel, my body squeezing around it as it filled me. Mr. Drake smiled.

“Good girl. Take it all in.”

He pressed the buttons again, like he was turning up the volume on his television, and the machine began to whir, the piston warming up as it pulled out of me slowly, then pushed back in,   making me bite my lip.

It was more than a little odd being shackled to this sex machine while Mr. Drake shuffled documents at his desk, stopping to stare at me once in a while and tap the controls, making the machine speed up, but if I was honest with myself, being helpless like this, letting him use me in such a domineering fashion right here in the office, was one of the most arousing things I’d ever experienced. It reminded me of being under his desk while he took that meeting, suckling him with my hands tied behind my back. I was his to control, and this little edge of danger, the thrilling fear of being caught, made it all the naughtier.

Mr. Drake came over, and knelt before me again, handing me a stack of receipts.