At His Warning: The Billionaire's Beck and Call, Part 8

by Delilah Fawkes

  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 fucking 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.

  He grinned evilly as the machine pistoned into me back and forth again and again, my breasts swaying as I succumbed to its rhythm.

  “You look beautiful like this, little slave. Your face so flushed and bright. Your body so pliant and eager. I want you to cum for me soon.”

  The bulge in his pants was just at mouth level. I longed for him to feed his length to me, to taste him as I knelt there, helpless and bound. Instead he moved back, leaving me with a file in each hand.

  “Look these over, will you?”

  I whined as the machine picked up speed, fucking me in a way that made my fists clench and my back arch beneath the onslaught. Mr. Drake laughed, the sound making the hairs on my neck stand on end. He was loving this, and the thought made me cry out, my body responding to his presence, his control... His desire.

  I shuddered as I came, my lips forming his name as delicious heat spread through me, lighting up every nerve ending like stars in the night sky.

  He was back at his desk when I came back down, my body overly sensitive and aching for more. His eyes burned into me, and I knew what he wanted. I awkwardly flipped open the files with each hand, cuffed as I was, and tried to focus on the papers within. My vision narrowed as the machine sped up again, pulsing as it drilled into me.

  “Please!”

  Mr. Drake just watched me, a wolfish grin plastered to his face.

  “Get to work, Isabeau.”

  I looked down, moaning as the dildo passed in and out, rubbing my tender folds, the friction inside of me making my pleasure rise once again. I focused as best I could on the first receipt, my eyes blurring with tears. I didn’t know if I could cum again, I was so sensitive, but I knew I was helpless to resist.

  My eyes darted back to the stack of papers.

  Cocktails at Morton’s Pier Yacht Club. I twitched my fingers, shuffling the page to the side.

  Golf at the Hayworth Greens. I moved it to look at the next.

  Four cases of toner from Office Warehouse. Next receipt.

  Coffee with clients. Next receipt.

  Reams of paper. Next....

  OH GOD...

  All the words danced and swirled as my body contracted, the piston whirring in and out, faster and faster, electricity coursing through me until I couldn’t stand it.

  “Fuuuuck!”

  I screamed as I came a second time, my thighs shaking as I convulsed again and again. Mr. Drake’s eyes were scanning one of the earnings reports, but his lips twitched up into a smile at the sound of my cries.

  “Please...”

  I felt wrung out and too tender to even think about another orgasm. Every rasp of the black rubber against my lower lips sent jolts of sensation spiking through me, pleasure so intense it became pain. I was a raw nerve, exposed and delicate, being treated most indelicately by the heartless machine plowing into me as long as Mr. Drake saw fit to torture me like this.

  I glanced down at the papers again, trying to distract myself from the pulsing inside the very heart of me, making my eyes water and my limbs tremble.

  Dinner at the Morton’s Pier Yacht Club.

  Software license purchases.

  Office supplies.

  Gift cards for clients.

  Edible arrangements.

  Next, next, next...

  I was at the very edge of my limits, and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to ward off the heightening spiral of overwhelming feeling so like pleasure, but as ruthlessly sharp as the edge of a knife, carrying me mercilessly toward another peak.

  I cried then, tears running down my cheeks, wanting to pull away, but unable to budge. I didn’t know if I could handle it if I came again. Maybe my atoms would fly apart, or my body would simply alight, the sensation burning me alive. Maybe I’d combust right here, setting his carpet on fire. Maybe, I’d... maybe...

  All thought became impossible as I screamed again, wailing like a wounded animal as the orgasm took me, crashing over me with the force of a tsunami. In the distance, I heard Mr. Drake’s voice, although the words had no meaning. Not while I was like this. Not while I was a slave to feeling, a human-sized nerve, and nothing more.

  “I found it. Oh God, Isa, I found it here. He’s taken it all. Everything.”

  The machine whirred to a stop, the dildo inching its way out of me with a wet plop that matched how I felt. Like a puddle, poured out over the restraints, a spill on the office floor instead of Isabeau.

  Strong hands unhooked the restraints and pulled me gently to my feet. I leaned on Mr. Drake, unable to stand just yet.

  “Oh, my sweet Isabeau. I wish I could linger in this moment with you, but we can’t. I need you to come back to me, little slave. Come back and get dressed. I need your help. Now, more than ever.”

  He held me tight for a moment, supporting me and rubbing my back, letting me come back to being myself again. When I could finally stand, his words caught up to me.

  “What do you mean ‘he’s taken it all?’ Lex is just outright embezzling?”

  “He was, but it’s worse than that. The pension fund is completely cleaned out. He must have been planning this for ages, but... I just hope we’re not too late to stop him. The employees’ retirement fund...”

  I slipped my underwear on as quickly as I could, and reached for my skirt. “We need to call the police.”

  “We have to find him now, Isa. He must have planned his withdrawals to coincide with the investor weekend, so I wouldn’t be watching the accounts. If he made a move like this, then he’s probably trying to leave the country. Today, if he can.”

  I slipped on my bra and shoved my arms through the sleeves of my
blouse. “We need to call the airports. Tell them to be on the lookout for him, and then call the police.” I looked around for my heels. Mr. Drake handed them to me.

  “I’ll drive. You call.” He handed me his cell phone and grabbed the file he’d been examining.

  We were jogging out of his office toward the elevator bank when a thought hit me.

  “What if he knew we’d be in the office today? Especially after your fight last night, he must know you’d be suspicious of him.”

  He stabbed at the elevator button, his posture rigid. His hand drummed impatiently against his leg. “What does it matter if he knew we’d be here?”

  “If he thought ahead, he would know we’d call the airlines and the authorities first thing, to try to trap him. He has to leave the country to retrieve the money, right?”

  Mr. Drake’s jaw tightened. “Yes. He would have wired it into an offshore account.”

  “Then what if he’s not going to the airport? What if he has another way to leave?”

  The elevator pinged and we stepped inside. Mr. Drake’s face was unreadable. “What are you thinking, Isabeau?”

  The receipts I’d be staring at while I was shackled tugged at the edge of my mind.

  “Does Lex own a yacht, by chance?”

  Mr. Drake ran a hand over his face. “Shit. He does, but I don’t know where he keeps it. I’ve never been on it.”

  “He’s been spending a lot of time at the Morton’s Pier Yacht Club. There are several receipts for cocktails and dinners there just from the last month.”

  Mr. Drake’s face broke into a grin that lit up the elevator. “Isabeau... you never cease to amaze me. I could kiss you right now.”

  “Only if you can manage it before we get to the garage!” We’d be in cell range then, with no more time to waste, even for something as sweet as that.

  He crushed me to him, kissing me hard and deep, pouring out his thanks in a way that made my heart feel like it was going to pound out of my chest.

  The elevator doors slid open, and we broke apart.

  “Let’s go,” he said. “I just pray we get to him in time.”

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  To Be Continued…

  The next installment of “The Billionaire’s Beck and Call” Series by Delilah Fawkes is coming soon!

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  Don’t miss the other parts of this sizzling series, available now!

  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 connection 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.

  But when a stranger bursts into Mr. Drake's office, she's naked beneath the desk, trapped, and forced to hear things she shouldn't. When trust is broken, can the relationship survive?

  At His Word: The Billionaire’s Beck and Call, Part 6

  When Isabeau hears Mr. Drake's side of the story, she has two choices: to take him at his word, or walk out of his life. She chooses to trust him and accompanies him to a dinner party at his mother's house, only to have more secrets about Drake's mysterious past whispered in her ear by his handsome business partner, Alexander Smith.

  Can she give herself fully to a man she's not sure can trust with her heart? Or should she believe him when he says she's different from all the rest?

  At His Desire: The Billionaire’s Beck and Call, Part 7

  When Isabeau overhears Mr. Drake and his business partner, Lex, arguing over money issues, she tries not to eavesdrop, but when her boss confides that they need to boost investor confidence, she offers to help in any way she can.

  Chase Drake plans to wine and dine the investors during a weekend trip fit for a billionaire. When Isabeau steps up to plan the event, he knows he's found someone who's truly his match.

  However, more is at stake than money when the aftermath of a high stakes poker game turns his partner against him.

  Can their relationship endure the meddling of Alexander Smith, or will it collapse like a house of cards?

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  About the Author

  A former kindergarten teacher, turned raunchy smut slinger, Delilah Fawkes delights in bringing you only the naughtiest of stories for your reading pleasure.

  From schoolgirls getting spanked, to people literally getting tied up at the office, she loves bringing the hottest stories straight to your kindle.

  Enjoy, and keep a lookout for more sizzling stories that will make you need some "alone time!"

  For more Delilah Fawkes stories, visit her blog or check out her author page.

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