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  “I… I haven’t pleased you yet.”

  I thought about how badly I wanted to take him in my mouth, to run my lips and tongue over him. To feel him shudder inside of me as I gave him release. As I made him happy.

  He chuckled darkly. The crop tapped lightly on my clit, making me purse my lips and bite back a yell. Jolts of awareness surged through me, pain and pleasure mixing until they were indistinguishable. All I felt was the intensity, and my body reacted, making me shiver.

  “But you have pleased me, slave. You came for me as directed, and you followed my instructions. Your training is going very well so far.”

  The crop tapped my lower lips in a staccato rhythm, making me wail as the burning washed over me once again.

  “In fact, I think you’ve earned a reward--my cock ramming deep inside your sweet little pussy. Would you like that, slave?”

  I wanted it so badly, I could barely speak. “Please,” I whispered. “Sir.”

  Mr. Drake grinned, the hunger in his eyes making him look wolfish, like a predator eyeing his prey. He leaned to the side, then came back with a thin chain in his hands, with a small silver clamp on each end.

  He pinched my nipples again, making me moan, before attaching a clamp to each one. I cried out as they snapped into place, and bit my lip at the way they felt—each one creating a sensual ache that made me need him even more desperately.

  “You look so beautiful like this,” he breathed, moving between my legs. “Bound for me. Chained…”

  I heard his zipper lower, and wished I could reach down, to stroke him to hardness and guide him inside me. Instead I stared into his piercing green eyes as he positioned himself, and gasped in pleasure as I felt his tip pushing into me, stretching me wide for him.

  He slammed into me, then, sheathing himself inside me in one sure stroke. I cried out as he reached out and gripped the chain attached to my sensitive nipples, yanking sharply as he began moving in and out. I screamed at the pain, then panted, my eyes closing at the intensity of sensation coursing through me.

  This was like nothing I’d ever felt before, and with each pump of Mr. Drake’s, my master’s, rod inside of me, I felt fireworks going off behind my eyes, making me soar in sparks of desire, the flames ensconsing me, burning the old me as the new one rose from the ashes, terrifying and beautiful.

  A new woman. A new beginning. A new Isabeau.

  “Yes, slave. Take it all. All that I have to give you,” he growled, pulling the swing back onto him, using me like a toy. His toy.

  He jerked the chain again, and I wailed like an animal, my inhibitions flowing out of me like water as he took control. I let go, giving myself over as he fucked me harder, savoring each moment, each different texture of lovemaking, each sting and pulse, each jolt and caress.

  I squeezed around my master, already on the edge again, unbelieving even as I accepted it was possible with this man. Everything was possible.

  “Cum for me, Isabeau,” he commanded, and released the nipple clamps, creating a wave of aching pain as the blood rushed back.

  I did as I was told, shaking with the force of it as my pleasure crashed over me, sweeping me away, rocking my body as it rocked my mind, tearing away all of my old notions of what sex could be, should be.

  I heard him groan, and felt him cumming inside of me, the thought bringing me to another high as I knew I’d finally pleased him. My boss. My master.

  I must have blacked out for a moment, but when my eyes fluttered open again, he was there, rubbing my wrists in his strong hands as he undid the cuffs, then moved to my ankles, releasing me. He lifted me gently out of the sling, and carried me to a corner of the room covered in soft pillows. He knelt down, then pulled me into his lap. He kissed my hair and neck, then trailed soft kisses across my forehead and cheeks.

  “How do you feel?” he said, his voice full of concern.

  I smiled sleepily and leaned against him, overcome by the feelings bubbling up inside of me.

  “Good. Different… but good.”

  “That’s my girl.”

  He tilted my head up and kissed my lips softly, making me melt at the tenderness of it, after what we’d just done.

  “I was worried you might change your mind about being with me. Like this.”

  I looked into his eyes. The uncertainty there startled me.

  “Of course not.”

  He kissed my hair again, then set me down.

  “Wait here, little temp. I have something for you.”

  I leaned back against the pillows, feeling tired and sore and delicious all over, the soft ache between my legs and in the peaks of my breasts sweet reminders of his touch.

  He returned and knelt before me, handing me a black, leather box. I raised an eyebrow.

  “Open it. They’re for you, if you want them.”

  I lifted the lid, and gasped at what lay within. There was a thin, black leather collar and beside it a gorgeous platinum choker, dotted with winking diamonds, a tiny charm hanging from the front in the shape of a lock. It must have been worth a fortune.

  I had no words.

  “Every good slave needs a collar, Isabeau. If you’re to be mine, you’ll need one when we play… and one to wear to the office.” He looked deeply into my eyes. “Will you accept these? Will you be mine?”

  My mind spun, the magnitude of the diamonds making me feel uncomfortable, but the gesture making me tingle from head to toe. I’d never owned anything so precious by far, but could I accept such a lavish gift? And if I did, what would it mean?

  Something told me this was far more than just going steady.

  I’d be collared. His slave. His woman. His.

  But for how long?

  The office gossip came back to me, the words of the ladies around the water cooler echoing in my mind. None of his assistants lasts long. He’s impossible to please.

  If I accepted his offer, how long would it be before he was sick of me? Would he just fire me out of hand like the assistant before me? Or was this something special? Different?

  I looked down at the collars and back at Mr. Drake, the man who was slowly stealing my heart.

  Could I do this? Could I let him be my master? Could I wear his collar?

  He stared back at me, expecting an answer.

  But at that moment, I didn’t have one.

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  To Be Continued…

  Don’t miss the next two parst of this sizzling series, available now!

  At His Insistence: The Billionaire’s Beck and Call, Part 4

  When Isabeau reveals to Mr. Drake that she's not ready to be his slave, he refuses to share his bed with her, giving her time to think about what she really wants. Will she let fear get in the way of the best thing that's ever happened to her?

  When she decides to take a leap of faith, he's one step ahead of her, sending a car to bring her to him as his date to an extravagant party, with one thing in mind: punishing her for her lack of trust in a way that will make her squirm.

  Will Isabeau succumb to fear, or will she finally give Mr. Drake the control he desires?

  At His Instruction: The Billionaire’s Beck and Call, Part 5

  Isabeau finally spends the night in the bed of her mysterious boss, Mr. Drake, and wakes, ready to begin her slave training at the office. When the bondage gear comes out, she's ready and willing to have him show her the ropes.

  But when a stranger bursts into Mr. Drake's office, she's naked beneath the desk, trapped, and forced to hear things she shouldn't. When trust is broken, can the relationship survive?

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  About the Author

  A former kindergarten teacher, turned raunchy smut slinger, Delilah Fawkes delights in bringing you only the naughtiest of stories for your reading pleasure.

  From schoolgirls getting spanked, to people literally getting tied up at the office, she loves bringing the hottest stories straight to your kindle.

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  Here’s a sneak peak at Delilah Fawkes’ best selling student/teacher erotica story, Yes, Professor:

  “Goddamn it, Emily!” Professor Blackwell slammed his fist onto his desk, sending papers spilling off the edge. “How many times do I have to repeat myself? Get it done right this time or get the hell out of my office!”

  Emily nodded and looked down at her clasped hands. She’d done it again—forgotten to enter the grades into the new system. Now she’d have to redo everything.

  “What do you have to say for yourself?” The professor moved around the desk, now so close to her that she could smell the light musk of his cologne.

  She sucked in a breath, afraid to speak for the moment. When he was close like this, she could barely think. He was so devastatingly handsome, especially for an older man. His sandy hair was graying at the temples, but she could tell that beneath his tweed jacket and button up shirt he was still strong—his body hard from years of exercise. She’d asked to be his TA specifically to be closer to him, but when he was in a temper like this, he made her feel like a child.

  “I’m waiting, Emily.”

  She shivered at the deep edge in his voice. That tone always meant he was deadly serious.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “I’m sorry, what?”

  She winced. How could she have forgotten that, too? “I’m sorry, Professor.”

  He always demanded that she call him that, never dropping the icy informality even when they were alone together after class. Truth be told, she enjoyed it. It made him seem even more distinguished. More untouchable.

  “What am I supposed to do with you? You can’t follow even the simplest instructions, can you, girl?”

  His eyes raked over her body, and she felt the heat rising in her cheeks under his scrutiny. She looked up into his hazel eyes. They darkened as his gaze dropped to her tight sweater and below to her short, pleated skirt. Heat pooled between her legs, and she bit her lip. God, he was sexy. How does he do this to me when he’s acting so cold?

  He stepped closer, towering over her. “Maybe a punishment is in order. Perhaps that will improve your memory.”

  She shivered at his tone, low and dangerous. “A punishment?”

  He raised an eyebrow.

  Shit. “I mean, a punishment, Professor?”

  He ran a hand over his lips, looking her over once again. “Yes, I think so. You definitely need to learn some discipline.”

  Without saying a word, he crossed the room and pulled down the shade on his office door. The lock snapped shut.

  “Professor, I-“

  “Silence.”

  She closed her mouth as he turned slowly around.

  “You will be quiet until I tell you to speak.”

  He walked around her in a slow circle, his brow knitted in concentration. She had to urge to cover herself, even though she was fully clothed. The way he was staring unnerved her. What was he going to do? The building was usually empty at this time of night except for janitors and the occasional student teacher grading papers. Would anyone hear her if she screamed? She crossed her arms over her chest.

  “No. Hands at your sides until I decide what’s to be done with you.”

  She complied, moving her hands to her sides even as she wondered if she should make a break for it. He stopped behind her. She could feel his hot breath on her neck. Despite her anxiety, she wanted to reach back and touch him, to run her hands over those strong thighs, but she held still, her hands balled into fists. What is wrong with me?

  “You’re a very beautiful girl, Emily, but looks won’t get you anywhere in this world.”

  He swept her dark hair over her shoulder, and she trembled beneath his rough fingertips. His thumb trailed over her throat.

  “A girl like you needs discipline. Isn’t that right? You may speak.”

  She was breathless. Just that simple touch made her pussy throb. She should be afraid, not turned on, but she couldn’t help her body’s response to this man.

  “Yes, Professor.”

  “Good,” he whispered in her ear. “It’s something you crave, isn’t it, when you’re alone with your thoughts? Something you’ve wanted for a long time…”

  She suppressed a moan at those words. The power behind them filled her with longing. She’d fantasized about him for so long. Wanted him to do whatever he wanted with her, but she could never bring herself to tell him. He was her Professor. She thought he’d never look at her the way she looked at him.

  “Yes… Professor.”

  He wrapped his hand gently through her hair, then gave it one sharp yank. “Do you trust me to give it to you?”

  She gasped. Did she trust him? The heat between her legs said she did.

  “I trust you, Professor.”

  “Very good.” He moved away from her, and the air behind her felt cold and empty. “Bend over my desk, Emily. Put your hands flat in front of you, and hold still.”

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  At His Command

  By

  Delilah Fawkes

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  At His Command

  Copyright 2012 by Delilah Fawkes

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