At His Service: The Billionaire's Beck and Call (A BDSM Erotic Romance) (2 page)

“Mr. Drake!”

He ripped the last button off, and I winced as the
silk tore.
 
My shirt fell open, revealing
my bra, and he yanked it down off my shoulders and threw it to the floor.

“I thought I made it clear that I do not tolerate
sloppiness?”

His voice was deep and dripping with menace. I
tried to cover myself, but he slapped my hands away and ran his eyes over my
exposed curves without a hint of embarassment.

“You represent me, Isabeau.
Me!
And I do not present myself in such a disgusting manner. Not to
my colleages. Not to anyone.”

He leaned forward, caging me in with a hand on
each side of my body. His face was just an inch from mine, his clean breath
tickling my lips. What was he going to do to me?

“I… I’m sorry,” I breathed.

“Sorry’s not going to cut it, girl. You seem to
have a problem remembering what my rules are. You’ve been lax. Lazy. Disheveled.
I think it’s high time you were punished.”

He toyed with one of my bra straps, then slid it
slowly down one shoulder. I tensed, wondering how far he would go. Fear coursed
through me, but at the same time, my heart raced, my sex heating against the
surface of the desk. I had to admit it, even if it was just to myself…

I wanted him.

There was something mesmerizing about him.
Something forceful and dangerous. Something I couldn’t resist, even if I wanted
to. And I wasn’t sure that I did.

“You need to remember who you belong to.” His
voice was a low growl now as he traced the top of my breasts with a long
finger.

Was this really happening? I suppressed a moan,
suppressed the desire to reach up and run my hands through his hair, to pull
his mouth down to mine.

“You need a punishment you won’t soon forget.”

He backed away, and I felt his absence like a
tangible thing.

“Turn around and place your hands flat on the
desk.”

I gasped, looking at him in disbelief. Had I heard
him right? Part of me wondered if he was going to raise my skirt, jerk my
panties down around my ankles, and fuck me right then and there. And if he did,
would I let him? Would I stay bent over while my billionaire boss used me for
his pleasure?

My pussy heated at the thought. A man like him
wanting me was almost too much to handle.

I did as I was told and placed my palms flat on
the desk, leaning over as I did so. I waited for him to grip my zipper; to rip
my skirt off my body or push it up over my hips. I was ready to be his. To be
possessed.

His hand came down hard on my ass, making me yell
in surprise. I winced, my eyes watering from the impact. I wanted to look at
Mr. Drake, to ask what he was thinking, but something kept my hands firmly on
the desk, helpless beneath him.

“You’ve been very bad,” he growled.

His hand came down again with a
smack
that took my breath away. I mewled
as the stinging washed over me, but held my place, not wanting to disappoint
him.

Despite the pain, my panties were wet, my pussy
ready for him. I felt helpless and sensual and wild, like never before. Who was
this Isabeau bending over for her boss? I didn’t know her, but I also didn’t
want to stop feeling this way.

“You will not disobey me!”

Another blow made me yelp, then another, reddening
the same spots he’d hit before, making my ass burn beneath the thin material of
my skirt. I felt the bruises forming, and bit my lip, trying not to scream as
his hand came down again and again. The office echoed with the sound of his
hand cracking down mercilessly on my tender flesh, and my panting as I stood
there and took every blow, legs shaking, pussy glowing with need for this man.

Finally, he paused, and I felt him lift the hem of
my skirt up and over my ass. I whimpered as the fabric grazed my abused skin.

“Let’s see if you’ve learned your lesson…”

I knew he must be admiring his handiwork, leaning
over me, inspecting my backside, on display for him.

“Oh yes. This punishment should be a constant
reminder over the next few days to behave. Every time you sit, you’ll remember
this little lesson.”

His hand smoothed over my ass, clad only in my
sheer, white panties. I gasped as he squeezed the bruised flesh, and felt my face
burning with shame. I knew he could see the wet spot between my legs. What must
he think of me?

“What is this, Isabeau?” His voice was a dangerous
rumble. “I can smell your arousal from here. My nostrils are filled with it...”

His hands kneaded my ass cheeks roughly, making me
moan in pain.

“Look at you. Look at this!”

His fingers forced their way past the thin cotton
mesh of my underwear and dipped roughly into my wetness. I squirmed against his
touch, and his hand came down on my ass again, making me burn all over.

 
“You little
slut. You’re loving this, aren’t you?”

He spanked me again and again, all the while pumping
two fingers into my tight, eager channel. I was yelling then, my body squeezing
around him with each stroke. I couldn’t believe he was doing this, and what was
more, I was enjoying every second. Just like he said.

“Answer me when I speak to you, Isabeau!”

Mr. Drake’s fingers increased speed, making me
moan loudly into the desk.

“Are you enjoying this? Do you think this is a
game?”

He spanked me harder, slamming my hips into the
wood as he finger fucked me. I was so close to cumming, but I tried to hold it
back. I didn’t know what his reaction would be if I came undone beneath him.

“Yes!” I breathed. “I mean, no. It’s… ahhhh… it’s
not a game…”

“You’re goddamn right, it’s not a game!”

Mr. Drake reached around my body and pinched my
clit viciously. And just like that, I was cumming, wailing as my pussy
convulsed around his fingers, waves of pleasure and pain making me soar to
heights I didn’t know I was capable of. He went still inside of me, his fingers
filling me as I squeezed tight with each pulse, flying on wings of ecstasy.

When I finally came back down to Earth, he pulled his
fingers out of me and jerked my skirt back down. I turned around, breathing
hard, in time to see him wiping his hand on his silk pocketsquare, avoiding my
eyes.

He opened his bottom desk drawer and threw a white
dress shirt at me. One of his spares.

“Get out.”

I caught it, my brow furrowing. “Mr. Drake?”

“I said,
get
out
.”

The dangerous tone in his voice left no room for
discussion. I pulled the shirt around my shoulders and hurried out, buttoning
as I went.

Back at my desk, I tried to fight back the tears,
without success. What the hell had just happened? Did he want me or not? Had I
disappointed him somehow? Just when my fantasies were coming true… I wasn’t
good enough.

***

At the end of the night, as Mr. Drake left his
office, he paused beside me. I remained looking forward, responding to an
email, not daring to speak. What would I say if I did? A warm hand on my shoulder
made me jump.

“Isabeau, I…”

I looked up and was caught up again in those cool,
green eyes. For a moment, I thought I caught a hint of sadness behind them, but
then it faded, his unreadable mask slipping back into place.

“Yes, Mr. Drake?”

“What happened today… It was wrong of me. For a
moment, I forgot myself. You make me do that, you know.”

He paused, looking me over, taking in his
oversized shirt falling low over my pencil skirt.

“Do what?” I asked, allowing myself a small smile.

“Forget myself.”

He leaned down, and I heard him inhale, milimeters
away. Was he smelling my hair? Then, he straightened again, his back stiff.
Formal. Like nothing had passed between us.

“It won’t happen again. It…
can’t
. I won’t lose my temper again. Not with you.”

He moved away, and I jumped out of my seat,
following like a lost puppy.

“But, why not? I don’t mind!”

He stopped by the elevators, hesitating before
pushing the button.

“I… I liked it,” I said, my voice barely a
whisper.

A moment hung suspended before he finally moved,
pushing the down button with a black, gloved hand.

“I won’t punish you again, Isabeau. Not like that.
This was the first and last time. Please understand.”

The doors slid open, and just like that, he was
gone, sliding away from me into the night. And I could do nothing to stop him.

I looked down at the ramen cup sticking out of my
trashcan, and a thought struck me, lifting the cloud of confusion and despair
threatening to settle over me. Maybe there was a way.

Maybe I was a very bad, lazy, forgetful assistant
after all. Maybe I just couldn’t help myself. Maybe I’d just have to break his
rules…

Maybe then he wouldn’t be able to help it, and
would forget himself all over again.

I bit my lip and leaned back in the office chair,
imaging him bending me over his desk, guiding his cock toward my eager sex. I
slipped a finger beneath my skirt, rubbing myself through my panties, wondering
what it would feel like to have him inside of me. My ass stung as I pressed
back onto my wooden chair, and I moaned, remembering his sweet punishment.

I knew one thing for certain--this wasn’t over
between us. Not by a longshot.

I was his, after all, at his beck and call. Ready
and eager for whatever he had to give me.

***

To Be
Continued…

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

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?

***

About the Author

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