At His Instruction: The Billionaire's Beck and Call, Part 5 (A BDSM Erotic Romance) (2 page)

He yanked
my hair, tilting my head up and making me gasp.

“Yes…
Sir.”

I’d been
fantasizing about tasting him for days now, wondering what he would feel like
stretching my lips, what he would taste like on my tongue.

His lips
met mine, hot and urgent, and I opened to him, moaning into his mouth. When we
broke apart, his breathing was ragged, his pupils dark and dangerous.

“On. Your.
Knees.”

I did as
he asked, dropping to my knees, my brain buzzing with anticipation. I noticed
with a grin that the skirt he bought me had hidden side slits that made the
position easy.
Nice touch.

"When
you come to me in here, I expect you on your knees, ready for my commands. Is
that understood?"

I nodded,
my own breathing harsh. "Yes, Sir."

I felt
myself getting wet for him, my body eager to be used.

"Now,
spread your legs apart, Isa, and put your hands behind your back."

I spread
my knees wider, sitting back on my heels. I felt wanton and vulnerable like
this, open and waiting. Perhaps it was wrong to like that feeling of
vulnerability, but something about trusting him like this was so erotic, it
banished all thoughts of propriety, my former ideas about sex forgotten.

He moved
behind me and knelt down, slowly undoing the buttons of my blouse before
untucking it from my skirt and sliding it off my shoulders. The cool air from
the office hit my breasts, shielded only by my thin, lace bra, and my nipples
tightened against the fabric.

"Hold
your arms out behind you, slave."

I
stretched my arms out behind my back, and sighed as I felt him tug the cool
leather up over my skin. He moved slowly, sensually, tugging first one opera
glove on, then the other, before running his fingers between mine, making sure
the fit was tight.

"I'm
going to lace you up now. You won't be able to move until I release you. Understood?"

I nodded,
adrenaline coursing through me at the thought of being restrained like this. I
felt the laces tug, the gloves tightening together, drawing my arms inward
until they were pressed together behind my spine. It was a stretch, the feeling
at once frightening and arousing. He jerked the buckles closed above the laces,
the leather biting into my skin at the top of my arms, then securing my elbows
and wrists, making sure I was held firmly in place.

I wasn't
going anywhere.

My breasts
jutted out as my shoulder blades pressed toward one another. I felt so
deliciously naughty, spread open for him on his office floor, ready to be taken
any way he wanted me.

His hands
were in my hair again, tilting my head to one side.

"You
are absolutely stunning," he said, his breath tickling my neck.

He ran his
tongue over my skin, tasting me. "Are you ready to begin your
training?"

"Oh,
yes," I said, closing my eyes as his lips grazed my ear.

His hand
jerked my hair, making me yelp in surprise.

"Yes,
what?"

"Yes,
Sir!" My panties were soaking wet now, and I wondered if he could smell
how turned on I was.

"Good
girl."

He stood
up and crossed in front of me. His hands went to his fly, and he undid his
zipper, the fabric of his flat front suit parting tantilizing slowly. He
reached in, drawing out his rock hard erection, and I opened my mouth, ready
and eager to taste him.

"Run
your tongue over the tip," he said.

He leaned
toward me, bringing the head of his beautiful cock to my lips. I leaned forward
and licked the slit, moaning as the salty taste of his pre-cum slid over my
tastebuds. He smelled like expensive soap and that musky scent that was all his
own. I inhaled, letting him fill my senses, then ran my tongue in fat strokes
over the entire glans.

His breath
hissed between his teeth, his rod giving a little jump against my mouth.

"Yes,
Isa... very good."

He groaned
as I went back for more, lapping and nibbling at the tender spot just beneath
the head.

"Now,
take me inside. Wrap your lips around me. Slowly now..."

He didn't
have to tell me twice. I opened wide, wanting, needing more of him. True to his
word, he guided himself into my mouth, patiently feeding his cock to me. I ran
my tongue over the ridge on the underside as I swallowed him, groaning around
his length. I loved the taste of him, the feeling of being filled in this new
way. I'd given boyfriends oral before, but never had it been this slow, this
sensual. Never had I wanted to please them so badly, my own sex throbbing with
each flick of my tongue.

I sucked
harder as he urged more of himself into my wet mouth.

"Oh,
God, Isa. You're far too good at this."

He wrapped
his hands in my hair and drew himself out, all the way to the tip, before
slowly pumping back in. I lapped at him as he did, smiling around him as I
watching his eyes close above me and his body twitch.

Suddenly,
even though I was the one on my knees, I felt powerful, controlling him like
this. I was making him feel this, here and now, turning him on as much as he
was me. I suckled harder, bobbing my head over him even as he began slowly
fucking my face. I moaned again, the vibrations making him clench his jaw above
me.

"You
keep this up, and I'm going to cum, little temp," he said through gritted
teeth.

He pulled
out of my mouth with a wet pop. "Not yet."

I frowned
and leaned forward, trying to recapture him with my mouth.

His hand
came down, slapping my breast.

"What
do you think you're doing, slave? I said not yet! You are such an eager thing,
aren't you?"

"Yes,
I am, Sir," I said, looking up at him defiantly.

I wanted
him. If I could have moved my arms, I would have stroked that gorgeous dick of
his, cupping his balls until he came then and there, but I was trapped.
Helpless to do as I pleased. Waiting on his instruction.

He looked
down at me, appraising me with a bemused expression on his face.

"What
am I to do with you?"

I could
feel the burning heat inside of me, begging for release. Not only his, but
mine. I was so aroused, I ached.

His hand
closed lightly around my throat again.

"Stand
up, Isa."

He pulled
upward, and I gasped, before pushing myself onto my feet. His hand steadied me,
then pulled me close.

"You
want me now? Then I'll fuck you blue until you cum, little slave. But later,
you're going to kneel beneath me, and get exactly what you deserve for being
such a bad girl."

"Oh
God," I breathed.

The little
voice inside me screamed
Yes, Yes, YES!

He pulled
me to him, kissing me hard, his hands roughly squeezing my breasts through the
lace. He pinched my nipples, twisting sharply with both hands. I cried out,
tears stinging the corners of my eyes, my sex tingling at the jolt of pain.

"Trust
me, Isa."

With that,
he spun me around and bent me over, holding me by the leather gloves tying my
arms together. I screeched, fear stabbing through me as I hung in his grasp,
feeling like I was falling, even as he held me fast.

His weight
shifted as one hand let go, and I pressed my lips together, trying not to
scream, willing myself to trust my master, my Mr. Drake. There was a tearing
noise, like foil meeting teeth, then rustling behind me.

I breathed
deeply, trying to relax, hanging doubled over by my wrists like I was. Then, my
skirt was yanked up over my ass, my panties ripped at the crotch, and he was
there, pressing into me, his cock driving into my channel without hesitation.

I moaned,
clenching around him, my body already thrumming with excitement. His other hand
held me now, and he jerked me back, slamming into me as his hips met mine. His
balls slapped forward with each stroke, hitting my sensitive folds. I cried out
again and again as he thrust deep inside, my pussy aching from the pounding, my
pleasure spiraling upward with each violent thrust.

He jerked
me upward, wrapping his arm around my waist as he continued fucking me, harder
and harder, faster and faster, our bodies making slapping sounds that echoed
through the office. His teeth sunk into my shoulder, making me groan, but when
he pinched my clit, I screamed as I came, my pussy convulsing around him,
squeezing him for all I was worth.

He grunted
behind me, pinching my bud again and again, making tears flow down my cheeks
even as I soared on the wings of my orgasm, my whole body shaking in his arms.
Then he held me tight, pressing me against him as he came, his seed hot inside
of me, his erection twitching even as my muscles tightened around him, milking
every last drop.

"Fuck,"
he said, and kissed my neck softly. "You are something else, little temp.
How do you do this to me every time?"

I leaned
back against him, feeling weak, my legs threatening to give out.

"I
could ask you the same thing. Sir."

I felt him
smiling against my shoulder.

"We
have to clean up now. I have a meeting in 45 minutes. A meeting you'll be
attending."

“Yes, Sir.
I’m happy to serve.”

And I
meant it.

***

“
What?
”

“You heard
me perfectly well, Isa. Do I have to bend you over my knee, or will you obey?”

The
thought of a good spanking didn’t sound much like a punishment, but I refused
to be distracted.

“You want
me to suck you off under your desk while you take your meeting?” I imagined it,
my nipples hardening beneath my bra. “Won’t we get caught?”

He grinned
at me, tenting his fingers behind his desk. “Not if you’re quiet, as I
instructed.”

I stared
at him, at this powerful, apparently
crazy
man, who wanted to live out this sexual fantasy on company time. He ran a hand
through his wavy hair, his eyes shining, full of excitement. I had to admit…
the thought of doing something so damn wrong made me horny as hell.

Who was I
turning into? This wasn’t like responsible old Isabeau, who always did things
by the book; dependable Isabeau who always had a cool head and kept things
under control. That girl didn’t do things like this. Not by a long shot.

But she also didn’t have a whole lot of fun
, I thought. My sex throbbed deliciously in
agreement.

“If you’re
going to do this, we need to get ready. The meeting starts in ten minutes. If
not, I’ll understand, but it will mean the end of our training today.”

His smile
was gone, and he watched me with trepidation.

Oh, what the hell
.

The old
Isabeau would never have put her heart on the line to be with a man like this,
either. Would never have dared to think she was worthy. Would never have
trusted him when he said he wanted her to be his… Fuck the old Isabeau. In with
the new!

“I’m
ready, Sir.”

His face
lit up, and a wave of affection surged through me. If I could make him smile
like that, any risk was worth it.

“Then,
lets get you out of those clothes, slave. I want you naked, handcuffed, and
hungry for my cock.”

Oh, dear Lord
. His words made my pussy tingle beneath my
skirt. I pressed my thighs together, trying not to squirm under that gaze.

“Yes,
Sir,” I whispered, and undid the clasp of my bra.

***

When the
knock came on the door, I was crouched beneath the large, mohagany desk,
shielded from view by the wooden front piece that went all the way down to the
floor. My hands were secured behind my back with soft leather cuffs, and I was
naked from head to toe, my hair pulled back in a braid to keep it out of my
face.

I tingled
from my scalp all the way down to my toes in anticipation. Mr. Drake adjusted
himself in his leather chair, unzipping his pants and freeing his hard on. It
looked good enough to eat, and I leaned forward, eager to get started.

“Come in.”

The sounds
of the door whispering open then clicking shut reached my ears as I leaned
forward and wrapped my lips around his length. I wanted to groan around him,
but I did as I was told and kept silent, smirking to myself at the thought of
what I was doing. It was just. So. Wrong.

And so
deliciously exciting.

“How are
you, Chase? Having a good day?”

I heard
the creak of leather as the man sat down across from Mr. Drake. I laved the
bottom of his erection slowly so I wouldn’t make any slurping noises. His cock
gave a little jump in my mouth, and I glowed inside, knowing how much he was
loving this from his body’s reaction.