At His Insistence: The Billionaire's Beck and Call, Part 4 (A BDSM Erotic Romance) (2 page)

He seemed
sincere, which made me feel braver, but I still had my boss to face. Would I
impress, and would it be enough to make up for my earlier mistrust?

“Please
follow me,” he said, and escorted me through the winding halls and up the
stairs, to the lavish guest suite I’d used before.

On the bed
was a box, gift wrapped in silver paper. Before I could ask any questions, Mr.
Daniels bowed himself out, shutting the door behind him. I sat on the bed and
carefully opened the paper, folding it and setting it aside. I always ripped
through wrapping paper on Christmas and birthdays, but here, in Mr. Drake’s
home, it seemed wrong, somehow. Sloppy.

I lifted
the lid of the wooden box inside and gasped. There was the vibrating egg again,
and, of course, a note accompanying it. When was I going to see the man behind
the curtain?

Please
do me the honor of being my date at the party I’m throwing this evening. There
will be investors coming, and I know having you on my arm will be my lucky
charm.

However,
you still need to be punished for doubting me. Put this in before you join me
in the foyer.

And
Isabeau? I expect you on your best behavior tonight.
No
squirming
allowed.

I ran my
hands over my temples. He could
not
be
serious! He wanted me to wear this sex toy while he paraded me in front of
investors and party guests. His business career could be on the line on a night
like tonight, and he wanted to play games…

But I had
to admit, the thought of wearing this in front of a room full of strangers made
my body tingle and my pulse race. It would be a secret only the two of us knew
about, and if I judged him right, he’d have the control to flip the switch and
turn it on whenever he pleased, controlling my body beneath everyone’s noses,
and no one the wiser.

Unless I
screwed up and let my feelings show.

I bit my
lip, fear and excitement warring within me. I’d show him just how cool I could
be. I wouldn’t disappoint him.

***

I took a
deep breath at the top of the winding main staircase, steeling myself.

You can do this, Isabeau. Just breathe
.

I held
onto the handrail and moved down the steps carefully, my core squeezing around
the egg beneath my new lace panties. I still couldn’t believe I was doing this,
but the thought of Mr. Drake somewhere below, waiting to turn me on was almost
too much to bear. I felt like I was on fire for him, and I hadn’t even seen him
yet.

I turned
the corner, and the foyer opened up beneath me. Guests in expensive suits and glamorous
dresses mingled below, diamonds catching the light on necks and wrists
everywhere I looked.

I wanted
to stop walking. I wanted to turn around and retreat to the safety of my room,
or maybe lock myself in the bathroom and climb out the window. I felt like such
an imposter wearing these clothes, tresspassing on this life… Would they be
able to tell? Would just one look give me away?

I hesitated,
my hand hovering over the banister, before I saw him. He was standing near the
bar, a glass of scotch in one hand, the other tucked nonchalantly in his jacket
pocket, talking to several gentlemen. Intense, green eyes locked on mine, and
for a moment, everything else melted away.

The egg
roared to life inside me.

I pressed
my lips together, my whole body tensing as I tried to retain my composure. I
knew he was watching, waiting to see if I’d be able to obey him. If I’d be able
to hold onto my dignity despite what he was making me feel.

I squeezed
my thighs together, took a deep breath, and kept walking, my chin held high. At
the bottom of the steps, the pulsing stopped, and I let go a sigh of relief as
I saw Mr. Drake smile, his dimples making me tingle all over again. He downed
his scotch, then detached himself from the group of men and made his way toward
me, extending his hand like a prince in a fairy tale.

“You look
absolutely stunning,” he said.

The gleam
in his eye made me believe him, and I let myself relax a little. Well, as much
as I could knowing he could flip the switch at any moment and have me
struggling for control.

“Thank
you, Mr. Drake. I’ve never worn anything like this. I…”

“Shh,” he
said, sensing where I was going. “If you’re to be mine, you must let me treat
you, Isabeau.” He leaned in to whisper in my ear, placing his hand at the small
of my back. “You picked my favorite. I can’t wait to tear it off you later.”

I quivered
beneath his touch, my breath hitching at the thought of being taken by this man
again, of being his tonight.

“Come now.
I have people I want to introduce you to.”

He led me
through the crowd, the heat from his hand distracting, to say the least. What I
wouldn’t give for it to slip lower, and all these people to disappear, leaving
us alone together. As we approached a group mingling by floor-to-ceiling glass
windows, the egg buzzed to life again, making me whimper.

Mr. Drake
gave me a sideways grin.
He’s enjoying
this far too much
. I pursed my lips and glared back, letting him know he
wouldn’t break me. I steadied my steps despite the pulsing making my stomach
tighten and my thighs tremble.
Keep it
together, Isabeau!

“Were your
ears burning, Chase? We were just talking about you! Who is this lovely
creature on your arm?”

A middle
aged woman with sleek black hair smiled at me. I suppressed a shudder as the
egg began pulsing harder. Mr. Drake’s hand was in his pocket—a bemused half
smile on his handsome face. That bastard.

“Allow me
to introduce Isabeau Willcox, my date tonight. Isabeau, this is Maria Coldwell,
president of the Chamber of Commerce.”

My mouth
fell open, and I struggled to think.
Buzz
Buzz Buzz
filled my head, even as it
filled my body, making me tense again and again.

I held out
a shaking hand. “It’s a pleasure… uhh… to meet you, Madam President.”

The
buzzing ceased, and I sucked in a sharp breath, then smiled, trying to cover
for my odd behavior.

“Maria
will be just fine. This is a party, after all,” she said, beaming. “You watch
out for this one, Isabeau. He’s a real lady killer.”

She barked
a laugh and gave Mr. Drake a playful shove. For the briefest of moments, I
thought I saw him blush, but then the egg buzzed between my legs again, and my
mind went blank. Everything I had in me was focused on not giving in to the
sensation and dropping to my knees, arching my back as I came, howling like an
animal.

I tried to
tamp down the pleasure bubbling up inside me, but Mr. Drake was making it pulse
over and over again, torturing me as I stood beside him.

“Isabeau,”
he said, guiding me toward an attractive man in his thirties. “Please meet my
partner, Alexander Smith.”

The
pulsing continued, and I suppressed a groan.
Buzz Buzz.Buzzz.

“Pleased
to meet you, Mr. Smith,” I said between gritted teeth.

Buzzzzzzz.

Alexander
Smith grinned, looking almost wolfish for a moment, his black eyes full of
mischief.

“Chase has
told me so much about you, Isabeau, but none of it did you justice.”

He’s very handsome. And young, like Mr. Drake
.
I
wonder what he heard about me?

The thoughts
came unbidden. My mind was a mess as I tried desperately to maintain control,
even as my orgasm threatened to unravel me right here and now. I shifted,
digging the point of my high heel into the arch of my other foot. The pain
soothed me, bringing me back down.

For a
moment.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzzzzzz.

He took my
hand in his and kissed it gently, the feel of his lips on my skin adding to the
pressure building inside me.

Mr. Drake
stepped between Alexander and I, suddenly looking flustered. The buzzing stopped
abruptly.

“That’s
enough of that,
Lex
. She’s not here
to be drooled on.”

“Except by
you, you mean,” he said, smiling in a way that made me uncomfortable. “Please
to meet you, Isabeau.”

He winked
at me and made his way back through the crowd.

Mr. Drake’s
hand was on the small of my back again, leading me toward the bar, away from
Mr. Smith.

“So that
was your partner? The Smith of Drake & Smith?”

“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 fuck 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.