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

Author:Fawkes, Delilah [Fawkes, Delilah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-07-20T05:00:00+00:00

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“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.

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