At His Desire: The Billionaire's Beck and Call, Part 7 Read Free Page A

rustled,
and there was a tinkling noise, a clinking of something against glass. Then, I
smelled his cologne, felt his heat, and knew he stood over me, even though he
didn’t say a word.
    I
cried out when the ice cube touched my nipple.
    Mr.
Drake circled it gently as I mewled beneath him, and I could practically hear
him smiling. He lifted it away, and I felt his cool breath blowing on my bud,
making it tighten, and my pussy tingle in response. He trailed the ice across
the other, then brought it up to run across my lips. I opened my mouth, and he
teased me with it, letting me suck it a little before taking it away and
running it down the curve of my throat. I shivered.
    When
he traced the line of my belly, I was squirming beneath him, the cold stinging
me, but the anticipation, the wanting , the cruelest thing of all. I bit my lip when the ice touched
the sensitive bud between my legs, and tried not to scream as he began moving
it in small, deliberate circles.
    “Please...”
I whimpered.
    He
held the ice still, making me burn beneath him. “Please, what?”
    “Please,
Sir,” I breathed. “Please, Sir! ”
    He
laughed, the sound making me arch into his touch. The ice moved lower, tracing
my folds, making me writhe on the bedsheets.
    “Do
you want my cock now, little slave?”
    “Yes!
Oh, God, please... Yes, Sir...”
    The
ice lifted off my aching sex. I heard the sound of a buckle and lifted my hips,
searching for him with my body. A hand on my stomach pressed me back down,
pinning me onto the bed. Then, he was pushing my legs apart, spreading me open,
and I felt the weight of him lower onto me. I cried out wordlessly, wanting him
inside of me, wanting him to fuck me already, instead of leaving me needy and
burning beneath him. I yanked on my restraints, straining toward him, but
couldn’t budge, the silk tightening against my wrists.
    He
pressed into me, aligning himself carefully. Then, his cock rammed into me in
one sure stroke, and I screamed, my head slapping back against the pillow. I
squeezed his hips with my thighs, wanting to be closer to him, to hold him,
even as he ground into me, his pubic hair tickling my clit.
    “I
love how much you want me,” he said, pulling out slowly, before thrusting home
once again.
    I
bucked up to meet him, my body humming, every cell was alive, every nerve
firing. His lips captured mine, his kiss taking my breathe away. He stroked
into me, and I moaned into him, his tongue matching the rhythm of our
lovemaking.
    He
gripped my ass, lifting my hips off the bed so he could hit me even deeper,
pulling me to him with each thrust. My toes curled, gripping at the sheets as
my wrists strained above me. I suckled on his tongue, wanting all of him,
wanting as much as he would give me, my lower lips squeezing him as we collided
together again and again.
    “Cum
for me, Isabeau...”
    He
gathered me in his arms, my back lifting off the bed as he supported me. I
gasped against his lips, feeling him in every part of me as my pleasure
crested. I came as he commanded, convulsing around him as he held me close. He
groaned, too, and I felt him inside of me, filling me up, sharing my joy as we
both found completion.
    We
lay there a long while, him holding me, bodies still joined, our sweat mingling
between us. When he finally pulled away and untied me, he left the blindfold
on. He lay beside me, and I curled onto his chest, the darkness making me feel
safe and warm. Maybe that was why I had the courage to ask what I did.
    “Why
me?”
    It
was the question that had nagged me from the start.
    “Why
am I so different?”
    Silence
fell, except for the sound of our breathing and the beating of my own heart, loud
in my ears. Then, he spoke.
    “Because
you see me as a man.”
    I
wrinkled my forehead, his meaning escaping me.
    “Not
as a CEO or a boss or a wallet full of money... You see me for what I am, Isa.
Just a man. Just Chase Drake... And I love you for that.”
    I
pulled the blindfold off,