At His Word (The Billionaire’s Beck and Call #6)(5)
Author: Delilah Fawkes

And this new Isabeau wanted more.

Mr. Drake’s hot mouth left me, the cold air making me tense again at his absence.

“You’ll get 30 for your misbehavior, and then I’ll take that tight, virgin ass of yours. Now, count them off.”

“Yes, Sir,” I said, breathless at the thought.

“If you miss a number, I’ll start over.”

I could practically hear the grin in his voice, knowing that he had me like this, totally in his control, my body squirming and ready beneath him. His hand came down hard, the smack reverberating throughout the dungeon.

“One,” I gasped, the sting making my eyes water.

His hand came down again on the other cheek, the bite of pain making my arousal leak onto my thighs.

“Two!”

If I closed my eyes, I could still imagine his mouth on me, licking my most intimate places…

Another slap, then another. “Three… Four!”

He hit the same spots now, the impact of his hand driving the sharp sting deeper into me, my body coming alive beneath the onslaught.

“Five… uhhh… Six!”

He went faster, as if trying to trip me up, spanking my cheeks one after the other, harder and faster. I felt the pain melting into something intoxicating, my pu**y throbbing along with each smack. I cried out the numbers again and again, feeling like I was on the edge of pleasure from just this, the simple surrender of this one act.

When I called “Thirty!” out, I was out of breath, my body glowing with delicious pain, even as I lay, bound and ready for what was to come.

I heard a bottle cap open, and jumped against my restraints when cool gel hit my pucker. Mr. Drake smoothed the lubricant around the outside of my hole before dipping a finger past the tight ring of muscle. I groaned, my ass stinging where his hand rested against it.

“I hope you’ve learned what it is to be mine, little slave. I hope that spanking drove it home for you, but just in case… I’m going to f**k the lesson into you as well.”

I was panting now, his finger torturing me as he moved it achingly slow, in and out, in and out, pushing further into my ass each time. He added a second finger, and I felt the stretch, my body protesting at first, then squeezing around him as he readied me. I needed him. Needed to be filled, to be owned. To be satisfied.

“Now, little slave. Take me inside of you. Take it all in…”

I bit my lip as I felt the tip of his thick c**k press against my opening. My arms tightened against the leather cuffs, wanting to reach back and stroke him, or at least see what was happening. But I was totally helpless. Totally his.

“Relax, baby,” he whispered. “Relax, and push out.”

I took a deep breath, and let it out slowly, willing myself to relax as I did so. I pushed out like he instructed, and whimpered as the head of his shaft slipped inside of me. A twinge of pain ran through me, my ass feeling like a fiery ring stretching around him.

“Shhh,” he said, stroking my back. “You’ll adjust.”

I focused on my breathing, my br**sts heaving against the leather. A tingle started then, overriding the discomfort, melting it into something new and utterly sensual. I felt my body accepting him into me, and he pushed a little, working himself in one inch, then stopping, letting me get used to the feeling. The pain was turning itself inside out, becoming pleasure, and I was singularly focused on the sensation of him filling me up in a way no one had before. I was aware of each twinge of feeling, each tiny movement of his body in mine.

He eased back, and I gasped, this time at the delicious friction. His shaft inched its way back into me, teasing me slowly as I relaxed around it. A tear rolled down my face, but not from pain. He was driving me insane, when all I wanted him to do was drive into me and make me come apart.

“That’s it. Good girl. That’s my good girl. Fuck, you are so tight…”

He gripped my ass, his touch on my tender cheeks making me moan. He pushed into me again, but this time didn’t stop, burying himself balls-deep inside of my ass. He groaned loudly behind me, squeezing me tightly, and I knew he was as excited as I was.

“Please,” I begged.

“What’s that, slave? Please what?”

His hand came down on my ass with a smack, and he began pulling out inch by inch.

“Please! Please f**k me, Sir.”

There was a hiss of breath, and then he thrust back into me, making my whole body burn.

“Please f**k you? You want me to f**k your little ass?”

He gripped my h*ps hard, his fingers biting into my skin, and began pistoning in and out, moving agonizingly slowly as he pulled back a few inches, then rammed home again.

“Yes! Oh, God, yes, Sir. Yes, please, Sir…”

I wanted to claw at the bench, to push back against him, but I was held fast. I could only wait… and feel.

“Don’t say I’m not good to you,” he said as he picked up the pace.

The feeling of his thick c**k stretching me, rubbing me from the inside out, stuffing me fuller than I’d ever experienced was driving me to the edge, but I couldn’t quite get there. I was all wanting, with no way to get what I needed. I drove my cl*t forward, hoping it would bump the bench, but the angle of the contraption made it impossible.

His hand came down on my ass again, making me cry out. “I’m the one who decides when you cum, little slave. Trust your master.”

I moaned as he drove into me harder, his hands spreading me open to him so he could hit me even deeper. My ni**les scraped against the bench, my body a symphony of nerve endings firing all at once. Then, his hand was beneath me, lifting my hips, his rough finger finding my greedy nub.

He f**ked me harder, his finger pad rubbing me with each thrust of his hips. I was gasping, my ass squeezing around him in time with the electric jolts of pleasure he was drawing out of me with each stroke of his hand.

“Cum for me now, Isa. Cum for me hard.”

I screamed, giving myself over to what had been slowly building inside of me since we burst through that door. My legs stiffened, my ankles pulling at the restraints as my body convulsed, my ass milking him even as he kept thrusting, pushing himself inside of me again and again and again. I rode his hand, my back arching even as my fists balled beneath me, my fingernails cutting into my palms.

“Oh, God… Isa…” he said hoarsely above me.

He smacked my ass one last time, and then drove himself into me, tensing as he held himself still. I felt him cum inside of me, his shaft twitching as I trembled around him, still reeling from the power of my orgasm. His fingers brushed over me again and again, until finally, I went limp against the bench, spent and sweaty and unable to take any more.