Read At His Word: The Billionaire's Beck and Call, Part 6 Online
Authors: Delilah Fawkes
“One,” I gasped, the sting making my eyes water.
His hand came down again on the other cheek, the
bite of pain making my arousal leak onto my thighs.
“Two!”
If I closed my eyes, I could still imagine his
mouth on me, licking my most intimate places...
Another slap, then another. “Three... Four!”
He hit the same spots now, the impact of his hand
driving the sharp sting deeper into me, my body coming alive beneath the
onslaught.
“Five... uhhh... Six!”
He went faster, as if trying to trip me up,
spanking my cheeks one after the other, harder and faster. I felt the pain
melting into something intoxicating, my pussy throbbing along with each smack.
I cried out the numbers again and again, feeling like I was on the edge of
pleasure from just this, the simple surrender of this one act.
When I called “Thirty!” out, I was out of breath,
my body glowing with delicious pain, even as I lay, bound and ready for what was
to come.
I heard a bottle cap open, and jumped against my restraints
when cool gel hit my pucker. Mr. Drake smoothed the lubricant around the
outside of my hole before dipping a finger past the tight ring of muscle. I
groaned, my ass stinging where his hand rested against it.
“I hope you’ve learned what it is to be mine,
little slave. I hope that spanking drove it home for you, but just in case...
I’m going to fuck the lesson into you as well.”
I was panting now, his finger torturing me as he
moved it achingly slow, in and out, in and out, pushing further into my ass
each time. He added a second finger, and I felt the stretch, my body protesting
at first, then squeezing around him as he readied me. I needed him. Needed to
be filled, to be owned. To be satisfied.
“Now, little slave. Take me inside of you. Take it
all in...”
I bit my lip as I felt the tip of his thick cock
press against my opening. My arms tightened against the leather cuffs, wanting
to reach back and stroke him, or at least see what was happening. But I was
totally helpless. Totally his.
“Relax, baby,” he whispered. “Relax, and push
out.”
I took a deep breath, and let it out slowly,
willing myself to relax as I did so. I pushed out like he instructed, and
whimpered as the head of his shaft slipped inside of me. A twinge of pain ran
through me, my ass feeling like a fiery ring stretching around him.
“Shhh,” he said, stroking my back. “You’ll
adjust.”
I focused on my breathing, my breasts heaving
against the leather. A tingle started then, overriding the discomfort, melting
it into something new and utterly sensual. I felt my body accepting him into
me, and he pushed a little, working himself in one inch, then stopping, letting
me get used to the feeling. The pain was turning itself inside out, becoming
pleasure, and I was singularly focused on the sensation of him filling me up in
a way no one had before. I was aware of each twinge of feeling, each tiny
movement of his body in mine.
He eased back, and I gasped, this time at the
delicious friction. His shaft inched its way back into me, teasing me slowly as
I relaxed around it. A tear rolled down my face, but not from pain. He was
driving me insane, when all I wanted him to do was drive into me and make me
come apart.
“That’s it. Good girl. That’s my good girl.
Fuck
, you are so
tight...”
He gripped my ass, his touch on my tender cheeks
making me moan. He pushed into me again, but this time didn’t stop, burying
himself balls-deep inside of my ass. He groaned loudly behind me, squeezing me
tightly, and I knew he was as excited as I was.
“Please,” I begged.
“What’s that, slave? Please what?”
His hand came down on my ass with a
smack
, and he began
pulling out inch by inch.
“Please! Please fuck me, Sir.”
There was a hiss of breath, and then he thrust
back into me, making my whole body burn.
“Please fuck you? You want me to fuck your little
ass?”
He gripped my hips hard, his fingers biting into
my skin, and began pistoning in and out, moving agonizingly slowly as he pulled
back a few inches, then rammed home again.
“Yes! Oh, God, yes, Sir. Yes, please, Sir...”
I wanted to claw at the bench, to push back
against him, but I was held fast. I could only wait... and feel.
“Don’t say I’m not good to you,” he said as he
picked up the pace.
The feeling of his thick cock stretching me,
rubbing me from the inside out, stuffing me fuller than I’d ever experienced
was driving me to the edge, but I couldn’t quite get there. I was all wanting,
with no way to get what I needed. I drove my clit forward, hoping it would bump
the bench, but the angle of the contraption made it impossible.
His hand came down on my ass again, making me cry
out. “I’m the one who decides when you cum, little slave. Trust your master.”
I moaned as he drove into me harder, his hands
spreading me open to him so he could hit me even deeper. My nipples scraped
against the bench, my body a symphony of nerve endings firing all at once.
Then, his hand was beneath me, lifting my hips, his rough finger finding my
greedy nub.
He fucked me harder, his finger pad rubbing me
with each thrust of his hips. I was gasping, my ass squeezing around him in
time with the electric jolts of pleasure he was drawing out of me with each
stroke of his hand.
“Cum for me now, Isa. Cum for me hard.”
I screamed, giving myself over to what had been
slowly building inside of me since we burst through that door. My legs
stiffened, my ankles pulling at the restraints as my body convulsed, my ass
milking him even as he kept thrusting, pushing himself inside of me again and
again and again. I rode his hand, my back arching even as my fists balled
beneath me, my fingernails cutting into my palms.
“Oh, God... Isa...” he said hoarsely above me.
He smacked my ass one last time, and then drove
himself into me, tensing as he held himself still. I felt him cum inside of me,
his shaft twitching as I trembled around him, still reeling from the power of
my orgasm. His fingers brushed over me again and again, until finally, I went
limp against the bench, spent and sweaty and unable to take any more.
His hand pulled away, and then he was gently
backing out of me, the tip of his cock making me groan as it stretched me one
last time before slipping past the rim. I lay there, sleepiness threatening to
spirit me away while I heard the sounds of Mr. Drake washing up in a dark
alcove at the side of the room.
A warm, soft washcloth ran gently over my body,
cleansing me from behind. I sighed as he worked, carefully washing my folds and
cheeks, before finally patting me down with a soft towel. Then, he was kneeling
before me, undoing the cuffs from my wrists, and I realized I could stand.
He helped me up, and I stood, feeling limp and
boneless from our lovemaking. He kissed me gently, cupping my face in his
hands.
“Come to bed with me?”
I nodded, and kissed him back, losing myself in
the simplicity of being with him, here, like this, away from prying eyes and
disapproving mothers. Away from the too-expensive collar and the staff waiting
to drive him wherever he wished. Just here. Just us.
He carried me up the stairs to his room like he
hadn’t just exhausted himself, then lay me in his bed before climbing in beside
me. I snuggled into him as he wrapped his arms around me, noticing with a smile
how I seemed to fit so perfectly into that space between his pec and his
shoulder. Like it was made just for me.
But when the lights went out, I stayed awake,
staring out at the city lights, far below the bedroom windows. Did I fit into
any other aspect of Chase Drake’s life, or was it just my own foolish hopes
that kept me coming here? Did I fit into that party tonight, or, worse, into
that long line of brokenhearted women Lex warned me about?
Did I fit that spot, or was I just as out of place
as I felt when I stood next to him in those borrowed clothes?
And if I didn’t, what did that mean for Chase
Drake and I?
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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
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?
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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
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Other Stories by Delilah Fawkes:
Erotic
Romance
At His Service: The Billionaire’s Beck and Call, Part 1 (A BDSM
Erotic Romance)
At His Mercy: The Billionaire’s Beck and Call, Part 2 (A BDSM
Erotic Romance)
At His Command: The Billionaire’s Beck and Call, Part 3 (A BDSM
Erotic Romance)
At His Insistence: The Billionaire’s Beck and Call, Part 4 (A
BDSM Erotic Romance)
At His Instruction: The Billionaire’s Beck and Call, Part 5 (A
BDSM Erotic Romance)
Teaching Him: The Droid Who
Loved Me, Part 1 (Sci Fi Erotic Romance)