At His Instruction: The Billionaire's Beck and Call, Part 5 (A BDSM Erotic Romance)

At His Instruction
(The Billionaire’s Beck and Call, Part 5)

By
Delilah Fawkes

That
night, I finally shared a bed with the mysterious Mr. Drake.

He slid a
silk robe over my shoulders, and led me from his dungeon, through the study,
and up yet another flight of stairs to the top level of the mansion—the floor
I’d never set foot on, afraid I’d be tresspassing.

He led me
down a hallway with no other doors until we reached the end. There was nothing
but an intricately carved black door with no knob. Mr. Drake reached into his
pocket and removed a tarnished silver key, then fit it into a lock that blended
almost perfectly with the scrollwork.

More secrets
, I thought with a smile.
My, but he is mysterious.
But perhaps
when you were as rich as Mr. Drake was, you were allowed a few eccentricities. I
certainly wasn’t complaining.

He smirked
at me as the key turned, his eyes glinting in the darkness.

“I’ve
never invited a woman into this bedroom before,” he said.

I raised
an eyebrow. “Never?”

He ran a
hand slowly down my spine, stroking me in a way that made me shiver beneath the
robe.

“I usually
send my lovers home, or they sleep in a separate room. You’re the first, Isa…
What do you do to me?” He turned the knob, and pushed inward. Low lights came
on, illuminating the room. “You’re different from all the rest.”

I wanted
to believe that, but, unbidden, a small voice inside my head whispered
what’s so special about you?
A pit
formed in my stomach, but I tried to tamp it down; to focus only on him and
this moment. Now was not the time to worry about if, or when, he’d tire of me
and move on. I was here to enjoy myself… for as long as it lasted.

 
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I said, smiling
up at him.

He took my
hand and led me into his room. I looked around and gasped. Floor-to-ceiling
windows replaced the three walls I’d been expecting, the entire room surrounded
by glass except for the wall behind us. Stars twinkled outside, making the
black, four-poster bed look like it was perched on a cliff at the edge of the world.

“The glass
is treated, so no one can see in. Do you like the view?”

I felt
almost dizzy standing there, with the giant windows broken up only by black
columns in the corners of the master bedroom. The floor was hardwood with a
thick, crimson rug covering it, giving the room a decadent feel. Deep red
sheets covered the bed, contrasting sharply with the dark wood.

The corner
of my mouth turned up in a smile. The room was so sensual and dramatic. It was
so
him
.

“I love
it.”

He came
over to me and released the tie of my robe. The silk slithered to the floor.

“We can be
as naked as the day we were born in here, and no one will be the wiser.”

His hand
closed around my throat, his thumb caressing my skin in a way that raised the
hairs on my arm and made my pussy clench. I was still deliciously sore from our
lovemaking, but even so, I wanted more.

“I can
fuck you here, take you any way I want you, and no one will see, while we stare
out over the city… Would you like that, Isabeau?”

My
breathing became ragged, and I could see his pupils darkening as he spoke.

“Yes,
Sir,” I whispered.

The air
between us was electric. His green eyes bored into mine, and he slipped his
boxers off slowly. I licked my lips as his erection sprang free. I couldn’t
believe he was already hard again, ready for me once more.

In a
flash, his hands were one me, forcing me around and making me stumble toward
the nearest wall.

“Bend
over,” he growled, “and put your palms against the glass.”

I did as
he asked, leaning slowly toward the window, but as I looked down, it felt like
I was dangling over the edge of the three-story building, the city lights
twinkling below us from our vantage point on the hill. A car passed, its
headlights illuminating the street, the concrete a reminder of what waited for
me if the glass shattered. I 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 shook my
head. Who knew it would be so stressful sleeping with a billionaire? I looked
back at the note, the last line turning my frown back into a smile.

I
can’t wait to see you, Isa.

My whole body tingled with anticipation at the
thought of seeing my Mr. Drake, gorgeous and put together in his expensive
suit.
I can’t wait either, Sir.

Grinning like a schoolgirl with a crush, I began
to get ready. After all, it was a work day. I had to look professional.

***

As the elevator doors slid open, I took a deep
breath, preparing myself for the day ahead. I knew I had transcriptions waiting
for me, but beyond that, I had no idea what Mr. Drake had in mind. Would he put
me to work, as usual, or would he put me flat on my back?

I grinned at the thought.

My new heels clicked on the marble as I approached
my desk. A package sat on my chair, smartly wrapped in silver paper. There was
a post-it on top, with instructions written in sharpie.

Come to my office immediately.
Bring the box.

I exhaled
sharply.
Well, then
.
I suppose I should get in there. Boss’
orders.

But
instead of rushing to him, I took my time, setting the box next to me as I
logged in to my computer, punched in for the day, then checked my inbox for
urgent items. I suppressed a smile, wondering if he was watching me through
that camera of his, going slowly crazy waiting for me to come to him.

I placed
my purse into my drawer and locked it before finally getting to my feet. I
smoothed down the new skirt, feeling strong and capable in my low cut silk
blouse, instead of out of place, as I’d feared. Perhaps the clothes do make the
woman? Or maybe I was simply adjusting to living at the edge of Mr. Drake’s
world.

I rapped
on the door.

“About
time, Miss Willcox.”

So he
was
watching
. My lips twitched
as I pushed the door open.

Mr. Drake
was sitting at the edge of his desk, waiting, his body tense, like a snake
coiled and ready to strike.

“What took
you so long?”

His eyes
were intense, but I thought I saw a trace of humor behind them, even though his
face was impassive.

“I came as
soon as I could, Mr. Drake. After doing my due-diligence for my position, that
is.”

He stroked
his chin, eying me from head to toe. A moment passed, and I wondered if he was
going to punish me. The thought made my pussy heat.

“Very
well, Isabeau. You’re nothing if not thorough. Now, please. Come here, and open
that box. I think you’ll like what’s inside.”

I undid
the paper carefully, then folded it and set it on his desk. I noticed the approval
in his eyes when I looked up.
I knew he’d
like that
. Somehow it just didn’t feel right to rip wrapping paper in front
of Mr. Drake. It was sloppy. And he doesn’t tolerate sloppiness.

I raised
the lid of the box and my mouth fell open. Inside were two long, black leather
gloves, covered in laces and buckles. I didn’t know what to make of them. I
lifted one out, my skin humming at the feel of the supple material.

“What are
these for?”

Mr. Drake’s
eyes burned into mine. “They are bondage opera gloves, little temp. With them,
I can restrain you in a myriad of ways. But today, I’ll use them to keep your
arms bound behind your back.”

I looked
back down at the glove in my hand, tracing the metal eyelets and laces with my
fingertip. The thought of being bound by him made my body come alive. I licked
my lips.

“Oh.”

“I told
you your training would begin today, Isa. Are you still my willing slave?”

He ran a
hand over my face, and I trembled at his touch. It felt like time stopped for a
moment, and as I looked at him, I knew I wanted this more than anything. To be
his. To please him.
To let him please me
,
the little voice inside me said, and I smiled, knowing I was ready for whatever
he had to give me.

“Yes,
Sir.”

His hand
knotted in my hair, and he pulled me close. The twinge of pain made me even
hotter. A soft moan escaped my lips as he brought his face just inches from
mine.

“You’re
going to learn how to perform on your knees today, slave. I’m going to feed you
my cock, inch by inch, until you learn how to take it all. Would you like
that?”