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

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.
    “One,” I gasped, the sting making my eyes water.
    His hand came down again on the other cheek, the
bite of pain making my arousal leak onto my thighs.
    “Two!”
    If I closed my eyes, I could still imagine his
mouth on me, licking my most intimate places...
    Another slap, then another. “Three... Four!”
    He hit the same spots now, the impact of his hand
driving the sharp sting deeper into me, my body coming alive beneath the
onslaught.
    “Five... uhhh... Six!”
    He went faster, as if trying to trip me up,
spanking my cheeks one after the other, harder and