At His Command: The Billionaire's Beck and Call, Part 3 (A BDSM Erotic Romance)

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Authors: Delilah Fawkes
my sex heat and my body tingle all over.
    If my
conservative family ever knew I did anything like this, they’d each have a
heartattack before calling my pastor.
    I smiled
and reached for the delicate, white vibrator. It was egg shaped and slipped
easily   inside of me as my walls squeezed
around it. There was no button or anything that I could see, but the feeling of
these two toys rubbing together through the thin membrane of skin separating
them was almost too much to take.
    I waited
there, on my knees, half expecting Mr. Drake to burst in at any moment. I was
so ready for him, I ached, longing for him to take me and show me something I’d
never experienced before. To take me deeper into his world.
    The sound
of a key scraping in a lock made me spin around to face the door. Suddenly
embarrassed, I covered my privates, in case it was Mr. Daniels coming back to
check on me. The lock snapped and I could hear footfalls moving away from the
door. I furrowed my brow, frowing before it finally hit me. I was locked in!
    I ran to
the door and tried the knob, swearing under my breath when it didn’t move. What
the hell was going on?
    I yelped
as the plug in my ass and the vibrating egg both buzzed to life, making me rock
on my feet and clutch the door knob for support. My body felt like it was on
fire, the powerful vibrations making me gasp for air. I hadn’t touched any
buttons, but they were both pulsing in time, making my clench around them.
    Just as
quickly as they started, they stopped, and I stood panting, trying to catch my
breath. I reached between my legs, looking for some kind of switch so I could
control these things, but as I did, a voice resonated from a speaker in the
ceiling.
    “Hands at
your sides, Isabeau.”
    I gasped,
but did as I was told. “Mr. Drake?”
    “Very
good, my little temp. I love how quickly you obey me. You deserve a reward.”
    The butt
plug and dildo buzzed to life again, and I doubled over, groaning. The
vibrations in my ass were driving me wild in a way I’d never experienced. It
was intense. Too intense.
    “Please…”
    The
vibrations stopped.
    “You look
beautiful, Isa. I knew that color would suit you. Not like those horrid pastels
you usually wear. You’re too wild for that. A very bad girl trapped inside a
good girl’s clothes.”
    I
straightened up again, my hands and my sides and looked around, wondering how
he could see me. There were no windows, and the door was shut tight behind me.
I spied a shining black dot nestled at the foot of a bust on the mantle. A
camera. Bingo.
      “Before we play today, there are some matters
to discuss. Some groundrules, if you will.”
    “What kind
of rules?”
    There was
a low chuckle. “Eager, aren’t we? Well, first, you are always to address me as
‘Sir’ when we play. I am your master, and you are my dirty little slave girl,
understood? I own you when you’re in my dungeon, Isabeau.”
    I trembled
at his words, feeling my thighs growing slick with my own arousal.
    “But my
part of that exchange is my promise to keep you safe, always, at all times. You
give me your trust, and I earn every second of it. That’s the deal.”
    I nodded,
the weight of his words settling over me. I would have to trust him completely,
but the thought of him dominating me, protecting me even as he caused me pain…
It made me moan quietly, and move my fingers to my pussy.
    “Bad girl,
Isabeau! I’m not done explaining.”
    He gave me
a quick pulse from the vibrators, just enough to shock me. I grinned and put my
hands back at my sides.
    “Are you
willing to put yourself in my hands? Will you be my little slave, Isa?”
    I sighed,
enchanted by the thought of being in his hands, bending to his every whim.
    “Yes,
Sir…”
    There was
a weighty pause, and I pictured him smiling, wherever he was, looking me over,
seeing the effect he already had on me.
    “The next rule
is perhaps the most important. If I go too far, or if you want things to stop for
any

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