At His Word: The Billionaire's Beck and Call, Part 6 (2 page)

Madeline tapped on her glass with a spoon, drawing
everyone’s attention.

“Dinner will now be served, if you’ll please
follow me to the banquet room.”

Her intricately-beaded dress rustled as she
walked, her rings clinking together as she gestured for everyone to follow. I
felt underdressed in my work clothing, despite the Gucci label caressing the
base of my spine, but I placed my hand on Mr. Drake’s offered arm and let him
lead me through the crowd. I noticed Veronica scowling at me as we passed, and
suppressed a smile.

The food was exquisite. I managed to not embarrass
myself with the myriad of forks and plates by keeping a close eye on what my
boss was doing next to me. When he reached for the smallest fork, I reached for
mine. When he placed his plate to the side, I followed suit. I made it through
seven small and equally delicious courses without so much as a raised eyebrow
from anyone around us, and the thought made me relax a bit.

Maybe I was almost blending in. Maybe I could
traverse this strange new world after all.

After dinner, there were drinks, and after drinks,
there was dancing. I thrilled when Mr. Drake extended his hand and led me out
to the floor, holding me tight when the music began. It was a waltz, and I
followed his lead, smiling like a schoolgirl as he twirled me in his arms.
Couples surrounded us, young and old, their cocktail dresses glittering in the
low light, cufflinks gleaming.

“You dance beautifully, Isa,” Mr. Drake said,
drawing me closer as the music changed.

Instead of the crisp waltz, sultry piano jazz now
filled the space, slowing the tempo of the dancers around us.

“It’s easy when I can follow your lead,” I said,
meeting his eyes with a smile.

His pupils darkened as he gazed down at me, his
grip tightening on my waist. “I wish I could take you away from here right now.
I would lead you in so much more.”

He moved closer, pressing his cheek to mine, his
breath tickling my neck.

“Would you like that, little slave?”

He kissed my ear softly, the warmth of his lips on
my skin momentarily taking my breath away.

“Yes,” I said, leaning into him. “Yes, Sir.”

“Don’t you two look cozy?”

I looked up to see Alexander Smith smirking at me,
his eyes traveling over my body pressed up against Mr. Drake’s.

“Your mother is asking for you, Chase. But don’t
worry, I’ll look after Miss Willcox while you’re gone.” He winked at me, and I
frowned back. “May I cut in?”

Mr. Drake sighed and pulled back. “Duty calls,” he
said, giving me an apologetic look. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, and then we
can get out of here.”

I nodded, my body feeling cold without him holding
me tight. Lex held out his hand.

“Well? How about it? I haven’t gotten to dance
with a single beautiful woman tonight, so it would mean a lot to me.”

I placed my hand in his and let him draw me close,
swaying to the music. Something about his tone of voice made me wonder if he
was making a joke at my expense, but I smiled up at him, not wanting to offend
Mr. Drake’s partner.

“I don’t know if I fit the bill, but I’m happy to
let you cut in.”

 
He laughed,
his black eyes full of humor. “Very good, Miss Willcox.”

I couldn’t help but notice how his face changed
when he smiled; how his entire demeanor lightened, his white teeth dazzling
against his tan complexion.

“I hope you don’t think I’m forward for asking,”
he said, his voice low, “but are you and Chase...? Are you seeing one another?”

I felt the necklace, cool against my throat, and
swallowed hard, not sure what to say. What were we, after all? Slave and
master? Boyfriend and girlfriend? Lovers?

This wasn’t exactly the kind of relationship I was
used to.

“Why do you ask?”

I chewed my lips and met his gaze, not wanting to
give too much away. What was Mr. Drake comfortable with me talking about? Hell,
what was
I
comfortable
talking about?

Lex’s hand moved lower on my back, and I flinched
in his arms. He stopped, his fingers dangerously close to the curve of my ass.

“You are a lovely young woman, Isabeau.”

His eyes were serious now, all trace of mirth long
gone. But what was reflected there shocked me. Hunger, raw and obvious shone in
his eyes. He pulled me closer, almost imperceptibly, but I could feel him
hardening against me through the thin fabric of my skirt. My breath hitched as
I met him, stare for stare. What was going on here?

“Chase Drake is a complicated man,” he said, his
body moving against mine to the slow rhythm of the song. “People who get close
to him often seem to get hurt... I just want you to be careful.”

“What do you mean?”

My voice was higher than normal, but I couldn’t
help it. My whole body was tensing under that stare of his, my body reacting to
his touch, even though all I wanted to do was get away. But I didn’t want to
create a scene in the middle of his mother’s party.

“Has he told you about the other women he’s seen,
Isabeau? About how those relationships end? How they always end?”

I looked away, searching the crowd for a sign of
Mr. Drake returning.

“Chase isn’t the only one out there, Isabeau,” he
said, drawing my eyes back to his. “He isn’t the only one who sees what kind of
woman you are.”

He pressed against me again, and I jerked back,
breaking out of his grasp.

“Excuse me, I... I need a drink.”

I hurried off the dance floor, toward the far end
of the room where dessert wine was being served. When I glanced back, Lex was
still on the floor, grinning with his hands on his hips as if I were a mystery
that needed solving. I took a glass of wine and raised it to my lips. The
sweetness pouring over my tongue made me feel ill, and I put it back down.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mr. Drake
enter, followed closely by Veronica. He said something to her, then broke away,
moving toward me.

“I’m sorry that took so long. Are you ready to go,
Isa?”

Veronica grinned at me as if she’d won some sort
of victory, but the smile faded as I took Mr. Drake’s outstretched hand in
mine.

“Please. Let’s get out of here.”

***

I was quiet as we drove back to Mr. Drake’s home,
my thoughts going a mile a minute. What was that on the dance floor? Was he
seriously trying to seduce me, or warn me away? The way I’d felt when he’d held
me made me shiver at the memory. He was handsome and charming, but it was all
superficial. Something about him made my skin crawl.

So why was I still thinking about what he’d said?

“What are you thinking about, Isa?”

Mr. Drake put his hand on my leg, stroking my knee
with his thumb.

“Is it my mother? The way she treated you? Because
I don’t base who I see on her opinion.”

I glanced over at him and saw his smile falter.

“I’m sorry that happened. That she said what she
did.”

I placed my hand on his, squeezing it softly.
“Don’t worry about it. I didn’t expect her to like me.”

Not
when she’s already chosen Veronica to be the Future Mrs. Drake, Daughter-in-law
Extraordinaire.

“She’s set in her ways. After my father passed,
she grew less tolerant of anyone not like herself.”

He brought my hand up to his lips, kissing my palm
as he drove through the night. “Besides, the only opinion I care about is
yours. Will you stay with me tonight?”

My head swam, even though I hadn’t had much to
drink. But the thought of relinquishing myself into Mr. Drake’s arms, of giving
up my worries to a night of passion in his embrace, was too good to pass up. I
needed a break from my own thoughts. I needed to give the reins of control
over, even if it was just for one night.

“Yes, Sir.”

***

His shirt hit the floor before he’d even closed
the door to the dungeon. We were a tangle of bodies, me kissing every inch of
him I could find as he ripped my new blouse, eager to get me naked. He finally
closed the secret door, and held me at arm’s length.

“You have been a very bad little girl, Isabeau. A
very bad slave indeed.”

I stared up at him, my eyes widening in surprise.
“What? How?”

He reached around and slapped my bottom. “For one,
forgetting the rules in here. Is that any way to address your master?”

I grinned, looking down at the floor. “No, Sir.
I’m sorry, Sir.”

He unzipped my skirt slowly, then slid it down off
my body one inch at a time, making me step out of it. I was wearing nothing but
my underwear set and heels now, and I clasped my hands in front of me, waiting
for him to speak.

“Secondly, you didn’t wear your collar today. I
had to bring it to you, or you’d have forgotten it entirely. That is a grave
mistake on your part.”

He moved around me, trailing his fingers along my
spine as he moved to one of his cabinets. The door creaked open as he removed a
black box.

“For that, you must be punished.”

He opened the box in front of me, and I saw the
black leather collar lying inside of it.

“Take off the choker and put on your other collar.”

I did as I was told. The leather was cool against
my skin as I buckled it on, the feeling of it around my neck making my pussy
tingle. I was
his
to do with as he pleased, completely at his beck and call. The thought made me
moan out loud.

“Take off your underwear. I want you naked for
this.”

I unhooked my bra and slowly removed it, sighing
as the cool air made my nipples pucker. Mr. Drake stood back, watching from the
shadows of the doorway, his eyes roaming over my curves. I hooked my thumbs
into my panties and slid them down my legs. I stumbled a little as my heel
caught in the lace, and felt my face heating with embarrassment.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed, stepping
back into the light. His hand went between my legs, his fingers sliding deftly
between my folds. “And already so wet. Does the thought of punishment turn you
on, little slave? Are you disobeying me on purpose?”

His other hand wrapped around my throat, his thumb
caressing my skin even as he dipped a finger inside of me.

“Yes, Sir. No, Sir.”

“What am I to do with a slave you won’t wear her
collar, hmm? Don’t you want to feel that you’re mine? To know you’re wearing my
collar under everyone’s noses?”

I gasped as he slid another finger into my
wetness, making me squeeze around him.

“Yes, Sir. I do, Sir.”

“Then, I’ll have to make sure you’ve learned your
lesson, little girl.”

He removed his fingers, and I groaned as they
slipped out of me. He brought his hands to his mouth, making me watch as he
slowly sucked them between his lips, tasting my arousal. My body throbbed, so
turned on, I could barely stand it. He licked his lips.

“I love the way you taste, but do you know what I
like even better?”

I shook my head, my eyes still locked on his
beautiful mouth, the corner of his lip still shining with my juices.

“No, Sir.”

“Spanking that little ass of yours until it’s
bright red. Come with me.”

He led me by the throat to a strange, angled
block, almost like a bench, before bending me over it. My backside was straight
up in the air, my heels touching the ground. My breasts pressed against the
leather of the bench, my head pointing toward the floor. Mr. Drake knelt before
me and secured each of my wrists in leather cuffs attached to the frame. He then
walked around behind, and I tensed, unable to turn and follow him with my eyes.

His hands were on my ankles, and soon I felt
leather tightening around each of them, too, spreading my legs and binding me
to this naughty piece of furniture. I couldn’t struggle, couldn’t escape--my
ass was in a perfect position for him to do anything he wanted, and I couldn’t
resist.

Not
that I’d want to anyway
, I thought, and grinned to myself. What was my
master going to do now that he had me right where he wanted me?

“Now, I’m going to give you the spanking you
deserve, and then I’m going to take this ass of yours, to drive the lesson
home. Understood?”

He ran his thumb over my pucker, and I gasped,
fear and arousal warring within me.

“Yes... Sir.”

He toyed with me, running his hands over my ass,
kneading the flesh before tracing my back entrance with curious fingers. My
core was on fire, aching for him to fill me, but at the same time, I wondered
what it would feel like. Would it be like his finger, or would it hurt? Would I
enjoy it?

As if sensing my thoughts, Mr. Drake’s hands went
still.

“Has anyone taken your ass before, little slave?”

“N-no... no, Sir.”

There was a sound behind me like a moan, and I
wondered what he was thinking.

“Then I’ll be the first.”

I heard him moving, then suddenly his mouth was
between my cheeks, his tongue running over my slick folds before lapping at my
asshole. I yelped in surprise, then groaned, as the sensation washed over me.
Shame colored my cheeks at the thought of what he was doing, but then his
tongue began to probe me, making my muscles relax and heat, and I didn’t care
how dirty I’d once thought this was. I was a new Isabeau, after all. A wild
woman who did things she’d never thought she could do.

And this new Isabeau wanted more.

Mr. Drake’s hot mouth left me, the cold air making
me tense again at his absence.

“You’ll get 30 for your misbehavior, and then I’ll
take that tight, virgin ass of yours. Now, count them off.”

“Yes, Sir,” I said, breathless at the thought.

“If you miss a number, I’ll start over.”

I could practically hear the grin in his voice,
knowing that he had me like this, totally in his control, my body squirming and
ready beneath him. His hand came down hard, the
smack
reverberating throughout the dungeon.