“Shhh, little slave. Hold still.”
There was a sharp, metallic snip, and I felt the material of my dress give way, the satin sliding down my leg.
Oh, God. He’s going to cut my clothes off. Picturing large metal shears anywhere near my naked body sent pins and needles running through me. But if I trusted anyone with my safety, it was my Mr. Drake. I held as still as I could, trying not to freak out.
I whimpered as he dragged the blade of the scissors upward, teasing me, before slicing through more of my dress. My nerves felt like they were on fire as the metal moved upward, the cold steel tickling as it moved toward my panties. Arousal warred with anxiety as the snip, snip, snip moved closer.
My breathing was ragged by the time I felt the scissors’ edge work beneath the thin lace. The metal moved slowly, oh-so-carefully, working its way beneath the crotch until I felt the dull edge caress my lower lips.
“Oh, God...” I said, my voice high and strained.
One slice, and the fabric fell away. I realized then I’d been holding my breath, and let it out slowly.
“You naughty thing,” Mr. Drake said, his voice a low rumble. “You’re soaking wet already.”
The scissors snapped down, and one side of my panties ripped apart beneath the blades, then the other. The top half fell away, and the scissors moved upward, caressing my stomach and making me gasp.
I felt my dress shredding open, the sound of the satin parting whispering in the darkness. I tried not to move, but my chest heaved with each breath. When the scissors reached the place between my breasts, they stopped. I knew Mr. Drake must be enjoying this, watching me tremble beneath him. The thought made me wish I could take off the blindfold and end this game, but another enjoyed the sweet torture far too much to stop.
The scissor blades snapped together, and the rest of the dress fell apart, exposing my bare breasts, for I hadn’t worn a bra tonight. I felt my nipples draw tight under the stare I couldn’t see, but could feel with every piece of my being.
I was his.
There was another sound of movement, and I felt him draw back. The carpet rustled, and there was a tinkling noise, a clinking of something against glass. Then, I smelled his cologne, felt his heat, and knew he stood over me, even though he didn’t say a word.
I cried out when the ice cube touched my nipple.
Mr. Drake circled it gently as I mewled beneath him, and I could practically hear him smiling. He lifted it away, and I felt his cool breath blowing on my bud, making it tighten, and my pussy tingle in response. He trailed the ice across the other, then brought it up to run across my lips. I opened my mouth, and he teased me with it, letting me suck it a little before taking it away and running it down the curve of my throat. I shivered.
When he traced the line of my belly, I was squirming beneath him, the cold stinging me, but the anticipation, the wanting, the cruelest thing of all. I bit my lip when the ice touched the sensitive bud between my legs, and tried not to scream as he began moving it in small, deliberate circles.
“Please...” I whimpered.
He held the ice still, making me burn beneath him. “Please, what?”
“Please, Sir,” I breathed. “Please, Sir!”
He laughed, the sound making me arch into his touch. The ice moved lower, tracing my folds, making me writhe on the bedsheets.
“Do you want my cock now, little slave?”
“Yes! Oh, God, please... Yes, Sir...”
The ice lifted off my aching sex. I heard the sound of a buckle and lifted my hips, searching for him with my body. A hand on my stomach pressed me back down, pinning me onto the bed. Then, he was pushing my legs apart, spreading me open, and I felt the weight of him lower onto me. I cried out wordlessly, wanting him inside of me, wanting him to fuck me already, instead of leaving me needy and burning beneath him. I yanked on my restraints, straining toward him, but couldn’t budge, the silk tightening against my wrists.
He pressed into me, aligning himself carefully. Then, his cock rammed into me in one sure stroke, and I screamed, my head slapping back against the pillow. I squeezed his hips with my thighs, wanting to be closer to him, to hold him, even as he ground into me, his pubic hair tickling my clit.
“I love how much you want me,” he said, pulling out slowly, before thrusting home once again.
I bucked up to meet him, my body humming, every cell was alive, every nerve firing. His lips captured mine, his kiss taking my breathe away. He stroked into me, and I moaned into him, his tongue matching the rhythm of our lovemaking.
He gripped my ass, lifting my hips off the bed so he could hit me even deeper, pulling me to him with each thrust. My toes curled, gripping at the sheets as my wrists strained above me. I suckled on his tongue, wanting all of him, wanting as much as he would give me, my lower lips squeezing him as we collided together again and again.
“Cum for me, Isabeau...”
He gathered me in his arms, my back lifting off the bed as he supported me. I gasped against his lips, feeling him in every part of me as my pleasure crested. I came as he commanded, convulsing around him as he held me close. He groaned, too, and I felt him inside of me, filling me up, sharing my joy as we both found completion.
We lay there a long while, him holding me, bodies still joined, our sweat mingling between us. When he finally pulled away and untied me, he left the blindfold on. He lay beside me, and I curled onto his chest, the darkness making me feel safe and warm. Maybe that was why I had the courage to ask what I did.
“Why me?”
It was the question that had nagged me from the start.
“Why am I so different?”
Silence fell, except for the sound of our breathing and the beating of my own heart, loud in my ears. Then, he spoke.
“Because you see me as a man.”
I wrinkled my forehead, his meaning escaping me.
“Not as a CEO or a boss or a wallet full of money... You see me for what I am, Isa. Just a man. Just Chase Drake... And I love you for that.”
I pulled the blindfold off, letting it tangle in my hair. He was staring at the ceiling, his jaw set. I touched his face, turning his gaze to mine. I leaned up and kissed him softly, my lips brushing over his.
“I love you, too.”
We didn’t say another word that night, lying in one another’s arms until sleep finally claimed us both. We didn’t have to.
***
The next day moved at a break-neck pace.
Mimosas and morning golf soon segued into horseback riding for the ladies and Scotch and cigars for the men. Presentations to the well-lubricated and entertained board members went off without a hitch. Meetings transitioned into massages at the hotel spa, then h’ors d’oeuvres and cocktails by the pool.
By the time evening came, I was exhausted, tipsy, and aching for the weekend to be over and life to get back to normal, but there was still one more event before I could crash onto Mr. Drake’s bed and let my exhaustion take over. There was a high stakes poker game tonight that Mr. Drake said would seal the deal with the investors.
Apparently if there’s one thing rich men love more than drinking, it’s gambling grotesque amounts of money. All of the most important people would be there, and I was to be on the boss’ arm, at least for a hand or two. Then, I could make my escape, and wait for him under the covers.
Mr. Drake was already in his tux when I emerged from the bathroom in my short, black cocktail dress. He gave the lock charm on my choker a gentle tug, and kissed me.
“Aren’t you going to wish me luck?”
“Do you need it?” I raised an eyebrow at him, and grinned.
We walked arm in arm to a private room in the back of the casino that looked like something out of a spy movie. Lex Smith sat at the table sharing a laugh with a pasty older man over some off-color joke. I hesitated, but Mr. Drake urged me toward the table. I took my seat next to him, but kept my eyes averted. The last thing I wanted was to do was gain Lex’s attention a
gain.
Wives and girlfriends came in, chatting together as the cards were dealt, some hanging back at the bar, and a couple joining in on the wagering.
I was only half paying attention when Mr. Drake slid a small pile of chips forward.
“I’ll raise you to twenty five.”
Lex was one of the two who hadn’t folded yet. His eyes bored into Mr. Drake’s as they stared one another down. Mr. Drake leaned back, and traced his bottom lip casually with one finger, looking as cool as ice.
“Do you call?”
“Come on, Lex. You can’t let him beat you in the first hand,” the fat man next to him said. He laughed, the sound ending with a guttural hack.
Lex shot him a dark look before pushing his own chips forward. “Fine. I’ll call.”
The other man folded, shaking his head.
“Show them,” Lex said, leaning in.
Mr. Drake laid down his hand. Three of a kind. Kings. Lex swore under his breath. He only had a pair of nines.
While the dealer shuffled, I leaned over and whispered in Mr. Drake’s ear. “Why was he so mad about losing twenty five dollars?”
“Twenty five thousand, Isa. The ante’s ten thousand per hand.”
He grinned wickedly at me as the blood drained out of my face.
“Oh,” I said, my voice no more than a squeak.
Everyone ante’d up again, and all of a sudden, I felt rather faint. I squeezed Mr. Drake’s arm and left his side, moving toward the bar with the other women. After a stiff shot of whiskey, one of the wives put her hand on mine.
“First time?”
I nodded, giving her a shaky smile.
“You’ll get used to it. Henry usually loses, but it’s never too bad. Usually no more than two hundred thousand. Try not to worry.”
I nodded again, lips shut tight, trying not to let my jaw drop to the floor.
“Besides, honey,” she said. “Chase usually cleans everyone out, anyway.”
***
After a few more hands, I felt like I’d stayed long enough, and worked my way back around to Mr. Drake’s side. I whispered to him that I was heading upstairs and he smiled and nodded.
“I’m going to take this last hand from Lex, and I’ll be up soon,” he said.
“Sounds good.”
I looked up and saw Lex watching us, an inscrutable look in his eyes that made me nervous. I excused myself, and worked my way toward the elevator bank. All of the day’s drinking was catching up with me, and I concentrated hard on not falling off my high heels as I walked. When I reached the elevators, I rested my head against the cool marble above the buttons as I waited.
It seemed to take forever, but then I realized I hadn’t pressed the button after all. Maybe I’m more tipsy than I thought. Truthfully, my head was starting to spin. That last shot definitely wasn’t my best decision.
“Are you okay, Isabeau?”
I turned around just as the elevator chimed, the doors rolling open. Lex stood behind me, his brow furrowed.
“M’ good,” I said. “Going to bed.”
I stumbled over the threshold of the elevator, catching myself against the back wall. I could feel the blush creeping up my neck as Lex followed me in.
“Let me make sure you get to your room in one piece. You look a little worse for wear.”
I tried to protest, but he put his arm around me to steady me and hit the button for the top floor.
“No arguments. How much have you had to drink anyway?”
I noticed he seemed rock solid for someone who’d been keeping up with the investors all day, cocktail for cocktail. Then again, he probably did this a lot.
“Too much,” I said, putting my hand to my forehead. The world was starting to move around me in a very unpleasant fashion. I was definitely going to pay for this in the morning.
“You should be more careful,” he said.
I stared up at him, wondering exactly why he still had his arm around me, and tried to shy away.
“Don’t worry, Isabeau. I’ll take good care of you.”
We made it to the top floor, and he helped me out, then walked me in silence to the door of the penthouse at the end of the hall, watching with mocking eyes as I fumbled in my clutch for the key card.
When I finally had it, he snatched it out of my hand.
“Let me help you get into bed,” he said, his black eyes flashing. “You’re in no condition to take care of yourself.”
Something about the way he was eyeing me reminded me of a fox hunting a rabbit, but he swam in my vision, and I looked away.
“I don’t think so, Mr. Smith. I’ll take it from here.”
I tried to pry my card out of his hand, but he held it out of reach, making me move closer.
“Is that any way to thank me for helping you?” He made a tsking sound. “That’s not very polite.”
“C’mon, Lex. Don’t mess with me,” I said. My head was pounding, and I just wanted to lie down more than anything. “Thank you, okay?”
He put his finger to his chin, feigning deep thought. “I’m not sure if that’s good enough. How about a goodnight kiss for your hero?”
Somewhere down the hall, I heard the elevator ping.
“What? No!”
I reached for the key, but he caught my wrist, pulling me close. Panic welled up inside of me as I struggled to free myself. I didn’t want to hurt one of Mr. Drake’s business associates, but so help me, I would knee him in the balls if I had to. He leaned down, and I cocked my knee back to take aim. I wobbled on my one leg, and that’s when Lex grabbed me. He pulled me to him and kissed me hard on the mouth, forcing his tongue past my lips.
For a moment, I was in total shock, but then my knee began it’s upward journey. I missed, my knee hitting nothing but tuxedo jacket. Fuck!
“Lex.”
The sound of Mr. Drake’s voice sent a jolt of relief through me as Lex finally removed his lips from mine.
“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Mr. Drake stood a couple of feet away, staring at us in a way that made the relief fade as quickly as it had come. His mouth was open in a snarl, his eyes full of rage.
“Sorry you had to see that, Chase,” Lex said, still holding me tight. “We thought you’d be longer.”
I looked from Mr. Drake’s eyes to Lex’s and my heart sank. Just when I’d discovered why I was so special to him, why he was able to trust me, Lex Smith was trying to snatch it all away.
Chase Drake took a step forward and pointed at his partner, his finger stabbing the air.
“Let. Her. Go.”
“Please, Mr. Drake. It’s not what it looks like!”
My eyes begged him to understand, to hear me out, as Lex finally let me free from his grasp. But the look he returned told me everything I needed to know.
I’d blown it with the only man I’d ever loved.
***
To Be Continued…
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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 co
nnection 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 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.
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