At His Instruction: The Billionaire's Beck and Call, Part 5 (A BDSM Erotic Romance) by Delilah Fawkes Page A
Authors: Delilah Fawkes
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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
to 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
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
to 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
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