At His Word: The Billionaire's Beck and Call, Part 6 Read Free Page A

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