At His Word (The Billionaire’s Beck and Call #6)(4)
Author: Delilah Fawkes

So why was I still thinking about what he’d said?

“What are you thinking about, Isa?”

Mr. Drake put his hand on my leg, stroking my knee with his thumb.

“Is it my mother? The way she treated you? Because I don’t base who I see on her opinion.”

I glanced over at him and saw his smile falter.

“I’m sorry that happened. That she said what she did.”

I placed my hand on his, squeezing it softly. “Don’t worry about it. I didn’t expect her to like me.”

Not when she’s already chosen Veronica to be the Future Mrs. Drake, Daughter-in-law Extraordinaire.

“She’s set in her ways. After my father passed, she grew less tolerant of anyone not like herself.”

He brought my hand up to his lips, kissing my palm as he drove through the night. “Besides, the only opinion I care about is yours. Will you stay with me tonight?”

My head swam, even though I hadn’t had much to drink. But the thought of relinquishing myself into Mr. Drake’s arms, of giving up my worries to a night of passion in his embrace, was too good to pass up. I needed a break from my own thoughts. I needed to give the reins of control over, even if it was just for one night.

“Yes, Sir.”

***

His shirt hit the floor before he’d even closed the door to the dungeon. We were a tangle of bodies, me kissing every inch of him I could find as he ripped my new blouse, eager to get me naked. He finally closed the secret door, and held me at arm’s length.

“You have been a very bad little girl, Isabeau. A very bad slave indeed.”

I stared up at him, my eyes widening in surprise. “What? How?”

He reached around and slapped my bottom. “For one, forgetting the rules in here. Is that any way to address your master?”

I grinned, looking down at the floor. “No, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”

He unzipped my skirt slowly, then slid it down off my body one inch at a time, making me step out of it. I was wearing nothing but my underwear set and heels now, and I clasped my hands in front of me, waiting for him to speak.

“Secondly, you didn’t wear your collar today. I had to bring it to you, or you’d have forgotten it entirely. That is a grave mistake on your part.”

He moved around me, trailing his fingers along my spine as he moved to one of his cabinets. The door creaked open as he removed a black box.

“For that, you must be punished.”

He opened the box in front of me, and I saw the black leather collar lying inside of it.

“Take off the choker and put on your other collar.”

I did as I was told. The leather was cool against my skin as I buckled it on, the feeling of it around my neck making my pu**y tingle. I was his to do with as he pleased, completely at his beck and call. The thought made me moan out loud.

“Take off your underwear. I want you na**d for this.”

I unhooked my bra and slowly removed it, sighing as the cool air made my ni**les pucker. Mr. Drake stood back, watching from the shadows of the doorway, his eyes roaming over my curves. I hooked my thumbs into my panties and slid them down my legs. I stumbled a little as my heel caught in the lace, and felt my face heating with embarrassment.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed, stepping back into the light. His hand went between my legs, his fingers sliding deftly between my folds. “And already so wet. Does the thought of punishment turn you on, little slave? Are you disobeying me on purpose?”

His other hand wrapped around my throat, his thumb caressing my skin even as he dipped a finger inside of me.

“Yes, Sir. No, Sir.”

“What am I to do with a slave you won’t wear her collar, hmm? Don’t you want to feel that you’re mine? To know you’re wearing my collar under everyone’s noses?”

I gasped as he slid another finger into my wetness, making me squeeze around him.

“Yes, Sir. I do, Sir.”

“Then, I’ll have to make sure you’ve learned your lesson, little girl.”

He removed his fingers, and I groaned as they slipped out of me. He brought his hands to his mouth, making me watch as he slowly sucked them between his lips, tasting my arousal. My body throbbed, so turned on, I could barely stand it. He licked his lips.

“I love the way you taste, but do you know what I like even better?”

I shook my head, my eyes still locked on his beautiful mouth, the corner of his lip still shining with my juices.

“No, Sir.”

“Spanking that little ass of yours until it’s bright red. Come with me.”

He led me by the throat to a strange, angled block, almost like a bench, before bending me over it. My backside was straight up in the air, my heels touching the ground. My br**sts pressed against the leather of the bench, my head pointing toward the floor. Mr. Drake knelt before me and secured each of my wrists in leather cuffs attached to the frame. He then walked around behind, and I tensed, unable to turn and follow him with my eyes.

His hands were on my ankles, and soon I felt leather tightening around each of them, too, spreading my legs and binding me to this naughty piece of furniture. I couldn’t struggle, couldn’t escape–my ass was in a perfect position for him to do anything he wanted, and I couldn’t resist.

Not that I’d want to anyway, I thought, and grinned to myself. What was my master going to do now that he had me right where he wanted me?

“Now, I’m going to give you the spanking you deserve, and then I’m going to take this ass of yours, to drive the lesson home. Understood?”

He ran his thumb over my pucker, and I gasped, fear and arousal warring within me.

“Yes… Sir.”

He toyed with me, running his hands over my ass, kneading the flesh before tracing my back entrance with curious fingers. My core was on fire, aching for him to fill me, but at the same time, I wondered what it would feel like. Would it be like his finger, or would it hurt? Would I enjoy it?

As if sensing my thoughts, Mr. Drake’s hands went still.

“Has anyone taken your ass before, little slave?”

“N-no… no, Sir.”

There was a sound behind me like a moan, and I wondered what he was thinking.

“Then I’ll be the first.”

I heard him moving, then suddenly his mouth was between my cheeks, his tongue running over my slick folds before lapping at my ass**le. I yelped in surprise, then groaned, as the sensation washed over me. Shame colored my cheeks at the thought of what he was doing, but then his tongue began to probe me, making my muscles relax and heat, and I didn’t care how dirty I’d once thought this was. I was a new Isabeau, after all. A wild woman who did things she’d never thought she could do.