At His Instruction (The Billionaire’s Beck and Call, Part 5)
By Delilah Fawkes
That night, I finally shared a bed with the mysterious Mr. Drake.
He slid a silk robe over my shoulders, and led me from his dungeon, through the study, and up yet another flight of stairs to the top level of the mansion—the floor I’d never set foot on, afraid I’d be tresspassing.
He led me down a hallway with no other doors until we reached the end. There was nothing but an intricately carved black door with no knob. Mr. Drake reached into his pocket and removed a tarnished silver key, then fit it into a lock that blended almost perfectly with the scrollwork.
More secrets, I thought with a smile. My, but he is mysterious. But perhaps when you were as rich as Mr. Drake was, you were allowed a few eccentricities. I certainly wasn’t complaining.
He smirked at me as the key turned, his eyes glinting in the darkness.
“I’ve never invited a woman into this bedroom before,” he said.
I raised an eyebrow. “Never?”
He ran a hand slowly down my spine, stroking me in a way that made me shiver beneath the robe.
“I usually send my lovers home, or they sleep in a separate room. You’re the first, Isa… What do you do to me?” He turned the knob, and pushed inward. Low lights came on, illuminating the room. “You’re different from all the rest.”
I wanted to believe that, but, unbidden, a small voice inside my head whispered what’s so special about you? A pit formed in my stomach, but I tried to tamp it down; to focus only on him and this moment. Now was not the time to worry about if, or when, he’d tire of me and move on. I was here to enjoy myself… for as long as it lasted.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I said, smiling up at him.
He took my hand and led me into his room. I looked around and gasped. Floor-to-ceiling windows replaced the three walls I’d been expecting, the entire room surrounded by glass except for the wall behind us. Stars twinkled outside, making the black, four-poster bed look like it was perched on a cliff at the edge of the world.
“The glass is treated, so no one can see in. Do you like the view?”
I felt almost dizzy standing there, with the giant windows broken up only by black columns in the corners of the master bedroom. The floor was hardwood with a thick, crimson rug covering it, giving the room a decadent feel. Deep red sheets covered the bed, contrasting sharply with the dark wood.
The corner of my mouth turned up in a smile. The room was so sensual and dramatic. It was so him.
“I love it.”
He came over to me and released the tie of my robe. The silk slithered to the floor.
“We can be as naked as the day we were born in here, and no one will be the wiser.”
His hand closed around my throat, his thumb caressing my skin in a way that raised the hairs on my arm and made my pussy clench. I was still deliciously sore from our lovemaking, but even so, I wanted more.
“I can fuck you here, take you any way I want you, and no one will see, while we stare out over the city… Would you like that, Isabeau?”
My breathing became ragged, and I could see his pupils darkening as he spoke.
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered.
The air between us was electric. His green eyes bored into mine, and he slipped his boxers off slowly. I licked my lips as his erection sprang free. I couldn’t believe he was already hard again, ready for me once more.
In a flash, his hands were one me, forcing me around and making me stumble toward the nearest wall.
“Bend over,” he growled, “and put your palms against the glass.”
I did as he asked, leaning slowly toward the window, but as I looked down, it felt like I was dangling over the edge of the three-story building, the city lights twinkling below us from our vantage point on the hill. A car passed, its headlights illuminating the street, the concrete a reminder of what waited for me if the glass shattered. I swallowd hard and hesitated, a spike of fear rushing through me.
I’d never been afraid of heights, but this was something else altogether.
A hand came down on my backside, making me yelp in pain.
“Bend over. It’s perfectly safe.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I placed shaking hands on the window and leaned my weight against it, my breath catching in my chest, a rush of adrenaline making my pulse hammer. I heard the rip of a condom wrapper behind me, then felt his rough hands kneading my ass.
“You’re so beautiful like this, Isa. Bent over, ready and waiting for me to do as I please…”
I felt his fingers between my legs, caressing my sex, and moaned, my breath fogging the glass.
“So wet for me…”
He dipped one finger inside of me, and I squeezed around him, loving the way he felt inside me. Then, it was gone, and I heard a soft sucking noise behind me.
“And you taste so sweet.”
My body responded to his words, my arousal leaking onto my thighs. I couldn’t believe this man—how sensual and raw he was—and most of all, that he wanted me the way that he did. The same way I wanted him.
He gripped my hips hard, his fingers bruising me. I felt the tip of his cock spreading me open, and groaned, needy and desperate to be filled. With a grunt, he sheathed himself inside of me in one hard stroke, pushing me up against the glass.
My head spun, looking down from such a height, but his arm around my waist held me steady, making me feel safe even as he pulled out slowly, then thrust again, hard.
“You feel so goddamn good, Isa,” he growled in my ear.
He reached around and found my nipples, pulling and teasing, making me gasp as he pinched one, then the other, sending sharp, delicious pain coursing through me. My thighs squeezed together, tightening around him as he entered me again and again, pounding harder as he held me pinned beneath him.
I could smell his sweat mingling with the musky smell of sex clinging to the both of us, and beneath that a unique and heavenly note that was all him. Chase Drake.
He yanked me back onto him roughly, making me cry out as he hit me deeper with each stroke of his cock. When he reached between my legs and pinched my clit, I screamed, my orgasm crashing over me before I knew what was happening, my legs trembling with the force of my convulsions.
“Yes, Isa,” he groaned. “God, yes… Milk me with your pussy.”
He didn’t let up, his fingers pulling on my sensitive nub as I spasmed around him, my eyes rolling up toward the stars, drinking in the night sky even as I felt stars bursting inside of me. With another pump, he drew out oh-so-slowly before slamming home one last time. He cried my name as he spent himself inside of me, and in that moment, I felt alive in a way I never had before.
In that moment, I was happy.
Afterward, he carried me to his bed, threw back the covers and draped my exhausted body on top of the soft sheets. He crawled in next to me and held me close, putting my head on his shoulder, his arms holding me tight to his chest. He kissed my hair, and I fell asleep, smiling into the darkness.
***
I awoke to an empty bed, a pile of new, designer clothing I’d never seen before, and a note.
Of course.
I rolled my eyes, wondering what Mr. Drake had written this time. We were supposed to go to work today, after all. But he said he would train you, a little voice inside me whispered. In the office, no less!
I had to leave early to prepare some things at the office. Please help yourself t
o breakfast and dress in the clothing I laid out for you. A car is waiting to bring you to work.
I raised an eyebrow, then picked up the skirt neatly folded at the end of the bed. The quality was impeccable. The label caught my eye, and I swallowed hard. Gucci? How could I accept this? But then again, I only had my clothes from yesterday, wrinkled up and God-knows-where. Maybe I could wear the clothes he bought today, and return them later?
I shook my head. Who knew it would be so stressful sleeping with a billionaire? I looked back at the note, the last line turning my frown back into a smile.
I can’t wait to see you, Isa.
My whole body tingled with anticipation at the thought of seeing my Mr. Drake, gorgeous and put together in his expensive suit. I can’t wait either, Sir.
Grinning like a schoolgirl with a crush, I began to get ready. After all, it was a work day. I had to look professional.
***
As the elevator doors slid open, I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the day ahead. I knew I had transcriptions waiting for me, but beyond that, I had no idea what Mr. Drake had in mind. Would he put me to work, as usual, or would he put me flat on my back?
I grinned at the thought.
My new heels clicked on the marble as I approached my desk. A package sat on my chair, smartly wrapped in silver paper. There was a post-it on top, with instructions written in sharpie.
Come to my office immediately. Bring the box.
I exhaled sharply. Well, then. I suppose I should get in there. Boss’ orders.
But instead of rushing to him, I took my time, setting the box next to me as I logged in to my computer, punched in for the day, then checked my inbox for urgent items. I suppressed a smile, wondering if he was watching me through that camera of his, going slowly crazy waiting for me to come to him.
I placed my purse into my drawer and locked it before finally getting to my feet. I smoothed down the new skirt, feeling strong and capable in my low cut silk blouse, instead of out of place, as I’d feared. Perhaps the clothes do make the woman? Or maybe I was simply adjusting to living at the edge of Mr. Drake’s world.
I rapped on the door.
“About time, Miss Willcox.”
So he was watching. My lips twitched as I pushed the door open.
Mr. Drake was sitting at the edge of his desk, waiting, his body tense, like a snake coiled and ready to strike.
“What took you so long?”
His eyes were intense, but I thought I saw a trace of humor behind them, even though his face was impassive.
“I came as soon as I could, Mr. Drake. After doing my due-diligence for my position, that is.”
He stroked his chin, eying me from head to toe. A moment passed, and I wondered if he was going to punish me. The thought made my pussy heat.
“Very well, Isabeau. You’re nothing if not thorough. Now, please. Come here, and open that box. I think you’ll like what’s inside.”
I undid the paper carefully, then folded it and set it on his desk. I noticed the approval in his eyes when I looked up. I knew he’d like that. Somehow it just didn’t feel right to rip wrapping paper in front of Mr. Drake. It was sloppy. And he doesn’t tolerate sloppiness.
I raised the lid of the box and my mouth fell open. Inside were two long, black leather gloves, covered in laces and buckles. I didn’t know what to make of them. I lifted one out, my skin humming at the feel of the supple material.
“What are these for?”
Mr. Drake’s eyes burned into mine. “They are bondage opera gloves, little temp. With them, I can restrain you in a myriad of ways. But today, I’ll use them to keep your arms bound behind your back.”
I looked back down at the glove in my hand, tracing the metal eyelets and laces with my fingertip. The thought of being bound by him made my body come alive. I licked my lips.
“Oh.”
“I told you your training would begin today, Isa. Are you still my willing slave?”
He ran a hand over my face, and I trembled at his touch. It felt like time stopped for a moment, and as I looked at him, I knew I wanted this more than anything. To be his. To please him. To let him please me, the little voice inside me said, and I smiled, knowing I was ready for whatever he had to give me.
“Yes, Sir.”
His hand knotted in my hair, and he pulled me close. The twinge of pain made me even hotter. A soft moan escaped my lips as he brought his face just inches from mine.
“You’re going to learn how to perform on your knees today, slave. I’m going to feed you my cock, inch by inch, until you learn how to take it all. Would you like that?”
He yanked my hair, tilting my head up and making me gasp.
“Yes… Sir.”
I’d been fantasizing about tasting him for days now, wondering what he would feel like stretching my lips, what he would taste like on my tongue.
His lips met mine, hot and urgent, and I opened to him, moaning into his mouth. When we broke apart, his breathing was ragged, his pupils dark and dangerous.
“On. Your. Knees.”
I did as he asked, dropping to my knees, my brain buzzing with anticipation. I noticed with a grin that the skirt he bought me had hidden side slits that made the position easy. Nice touch.
"When you come to me in here, I expect you on your knees, ready for my commands. Is that understood?"
I nodded, my own breathing harsh. "Yes, Sir."
I felt myself getting wet for him, my body eager to be used.
"Now, spread your legs apart, Isa, and put your hands behind your back."
I spread my knees wider, sitting back on my heels. I felt wanton and vulnerable like this, open and waiting. Perhaps it was wrong to like that feeling of vulnerability, but something about trusting him like this was so erotic, it banished all thoughts of propriety, my former ideas about sex forgotten.
He moved behind me and knelt down, slowly undoing the buttons of my blouse before untucking it from my skirt and sliding it off my shoulders. The cool air from the office hit my breasts, shielded only by my thin, lace bra, and my nipples tightened against the fabric.
"Hold your arms out behind you, slave."
I stretched my arms out behind my back, and sighed as I felt him tug the cool leather up over my skin. He moved slowly, sensually, tugging first one opera glove on, then the other, before running his fingers between mine, making sure the fit was tight.
"I'm going to lace you up now. You won't be able to move until I release you. Understood?"
I nodded, adrenaline coursing through me at the thought of being restrained like this. I felt the laces tug, the gloves tightening together, drawing my arms inward until they were pressed together behind my spine. It was a stretch, the feeling at once frightening and arousing. He jerked the buckles closed above the laces, the leather biting into my skin at the top of my arms, then securing my elbows and wrists, making sure I was held firmly in place.
I wasn't going anywhere.
My breasts jutted out as my shoulder blades pressed toward one another. I felt so deliciously naughty, spread open for him on his office floor, ready to be taken any way he wanted me.
His hands were in my hair again, tilting my head to one side.
"You are absolutely stunning," he said, his breath tickling my neck.
He ran his tongue over my skin, tasting me. "Are you ready to begin your training?"
"Oh, yes," I said, closing my eyes as his lips grazed my ear.
His hand jerked my hair, making me yelp in surprise.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Sir!" My panties were soaking wet now, and I wondered if he could smell how turned on I was.
"Good girl."
He stood up and crossed in front of me. His hands went to his fly, and he undid his zipper, the fabric of his flat front suit parting tantilizing slowly. He reached in, drawing out his rock hard erection, and I opened my mouth, ready and eager to taste him.
"Run your tongue over the tip," he said.
He leaned toward me, bringing the head of his beautiful cock to my lips. I leaned forward and licked the slit, moaning as the salty taste of his pre-cum slid over my tastebuds. He smelled like expensive soap and that musky scent that was all his own. I inhaled, letting him fill my senses, then ran my tongue in fat strokes over the entire glans.
His breath hissed between his teeth, his rod giving a little jump against my mouth.
"Yes, Isa... very good."
He groaned as I went back for more, lapping and nibbling at the tender spot just beneath the head.
"Now, take me inside. Wrap your lips around me. Slowly now..."
He didn't have to tell me twice. I opened wide, wanting, needing more of him. True to his word, he guided himself into my mouth, patiently feeding his cock to me. I ran my tongue over the ridge on the underside as I swallowed him, groaning around his length. I loved the taste of him, the feeling of being filled in this new way. I'd given boyfriends oral before, but never had it been this slow, this sensual. Never had I wanted to please them so badly, my own sex throbbing with each flick of my tongue.
I sucked harder as he urged more of himself into my wet mouth.
"Oh, God, Isa. You're far too good at this."
He wrapped his hands in my hair and drew himself out, all the way to the tip, before slowly pumping back in. I lapped at him as he did, smiling around him as I watching his eyes close above me and his body twitch.
Suddenly, even though I was the one on my knees, I felt powerful, controlling him like this. I was making him feel this, here and now, turning him on as much as he was me. I suckled harder, bobbing my head over him even as he began slowly fucking my face. I moaned again, the vibrations making him clench his jaw above me.
"You keep this up, and I'm going to cum, little temp," he said through gritted teeth.
He pulled out of my mouth with a wet pop. "Not yet."
I frowned and leaned forward, trying to recapture him with my mouth.
His hand came down, slapping my breast.
"What do you think you're doing, slave? I said not yet! You are such an eager thing, aren't you?"
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