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At His Insistence (The Billionaire's Beck and Call #4)(4)
Author: Delilah Fawkes

“Indeed.”

He handed me a glass of white wine, and I sipped it gratefully.

“I never see him in the offices,” I said.

“He prefers to work in the field, traveling the globe… seducing client’s daughters,” he said, his voice suddenly dark.

“I see you don’t care for him much.”

Mr. Drake ran his hand over my bare back, stroking it in a way that made my core clench again, squeezing the egg. I shivered.

“You see a lot.”

The pulsing began again, and I smiled up at him, shaking my head. “You are a very bad man.”

He signalled the staff, and instantly music began playing. I pressed my thighs together, trying to keep control as couples began moving to the middle of the foyer and dancing, gliding across the marble floor.

Without asking, Mr. Drake led me into the crowd, gathering me firmly in his arms. My breath caught in my chest being this close to him, and my eyes watered as I neared the peak, trying desperately to scramble back from the edge.

He leaned close, his nose brushing my cheek. “Cum for me, Isabeau.”

And just like that, I came, my pleasure bursting forth, running over like a river flooding its bank. I stiffened in his arms and moaned softly in his ear, shaking gently against him as he steered me on the dance floor. I could feel his erection pressing against my belly; his need for me as evident as mine was for him.

I was panting, my lace underwear now soaking wet. The buzzing stopped, but I kept trembling in his arms, aftershocks of my orgasm still ripping through me. I looked around, hoping no one would notice my flushed face, or my shaking limbs. Had anyone seen?

“You’re so beautiful when you cum,” Mr. Drake said, his voice low and heated. “You are so responsive… so obedient.”

I sighed at his words, my heart pounding in my chest. “I… I wanted to please you.”

His hand tightened on my back, pulling me harder against him. “I wish I could f**k you right here. Right now…” He made a frustrated noise like a grunt. “This party is over.”

He reached between us, adjusting himself, then led me to the foot of the staircase, where he stood side by side with me. He signalled to Mr. Daniels and the music ceased immediately. There was a murmer from the crowd, then all eyes and ears were on Mr. Drake, and, to my embarassment, me.

“Ladies and gentleman, I’m sorry to have to announce this, but I find I’m not feeling very well. I’m afraid I’m going to have to cut this party short.”

There was a general “ohh” of regret from the patrons, before people began moving for their purses and stoles.

“Thank you all so much for coming. I hope to see you all again soon. Drive safely!”

He beamed out over the crowd, bowing slightly toward Maria and her party. The guests began shuffling out under the keen eye of Mr. Daniels. Mr. Drake took my hand and led me upstairs without another word, not bothering to see if any guests had complaints or that everyone made it out of his home. Apparently, he had people for that.

My head spun thinking about the nonchalant way he just dismissed all of those people from his party. And how quickly they obeyed him.

We rounded the corner, but I didn’t make it two steps before he slammed me against the wall.

“I want you,” he growled. “Now.”

His hands were under my dress, then, gripping my ass, kneading my flesh. I moaned, writhing in his grasp, pushing myself against his hardness, now rubbing against me through his suit.

“Yes,” I breathed. I wanted him so badly it hurt, my body aching for him.

His lips met mine, his mouth bruising me as he kissed me roughly, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I groaned into him, my tongue tasting his, teasing, wanting to be closer to him as quickly as possible.

He broke away, leaving me breathless. “Not here.”

I squealed as he bent down and threw me over his shoulder, then jogged down the hall toward his study. My skirt was hitched too high up, my ass feeling the breeze as he moved. I hoped to God there were no staff members up here who would see this undignified display, but even if they did, the embarassment was worth it for him. For what would come next. For what I’d longed for all day long while I thought of him.

He threw open the door to the study, then slammed it behind him and pushed the mechanism by the fireplace that opened the entrance to his dungeon. Once inside, he snapped it shut, leaving us blissfully alone.

“Take the egg out,” he commanded.

We were both breathing hard, his eyes glinting with the same need I felt. With my eyes locked on his, I reached between my legs and eased my panties down over my heels. He held out his hand, and I placed them in it, gasping as he brought them to his nose and inhaled.

“God, yes, Isabeau. You smell amazing.”

I reached carefully between my legs and squeezed my muscles, easing the toy out of my body. He snatched it away, breathing that in as well before setting it aside on one of the dark, wooden shelves.

“You’re ready for me.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes, Sir.”

He grinned wickedly. “Then hold up your arms and brace yourself.”

I smiled, then bit my lip, arousal and fear rushing through me, intermingling into sweet anticipation. He shed his jacket and shirt, then advanced upon me, pushing me back against the wall beneath a metal grating over head. He grabbed the bottom of my dress and ripped it off over my head, tearing the silk up the side. I made a noise in protest—it was so expensive!—but he glared at me until I shut my mouth, holding my hands still above my head.

He slung a chain up over the grating, then down again, and I noticed two leather cuffs dangling overhead.

“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he said, picking me up.

I did as I was told, wrapping my na**d legs around him, letting him support me as he cuffed first my left wrist, then the right. I was hanging then, at just the right height for him to take me, but too high for my feet to touch the ground on my own. I mewled, feeling helpless and trapped, and totally turned on.

He leaned back, letting me slip just a little, and I shrieked as I thought he was going to let me fall. My weight settled on the cuffs, and I gripped the chain, holding on tight.

“What’s the matter, little slave? Don’t you trust me?”

He reached down, unzipping himself. “Hang on for me.”

He let me go, and I dangled, then, unsupported and afraid, trying not to scream, feeling like a true slave succumbing to his will. There was nothing I could do. I watched him roll a condom on, and then he was back, wrapping my legs around him, supporting me before my arms could get too sore.

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