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  “What is this, Isabeau?” His voice was a dangerous rumble. “I can smell your arousal from here. My nostrils are filled with it...”

  His hands kneaded my ass cheeks roughly, making me moan in pain.

  “Look at you. Look at this!”

  His fingers forced their way past the thin cotton mesh of my underwear and dipped roughly into my wetness. I squirmed against his touch, and his hand came down on my ass again, making me burn all over.

  “You little slut. You’re loving this, aren’t you?”

  He spanked me again and again, all the while pumping two fingers into my tight, eager channel. I was yelling then, my body squeezing around him with each stroke. I couldn’t believe he was doing this, and what was more, I was enjoying every second. Just like he said.

  “Answer me when I speak to you, Isabeau!”

  Mr. Drake’s fingers increased speed, making me moan loudly into the desk.

  “Are you enjoying this? Do you think this is a game?”

  He spanked me harder, slamming my hips into the wood as he finger fucked me. I was so close to cumming, but I tried to hold it back. I didn’t know what his reaction would be if I came undone beneath him.

  “Yes!” I breathed. “I mean, no. It’s… ahhhh… it’s not a game…”

  “You’re goddamn right, it’s not a game!”

  Mr. Drake reached around my body and pinched my clit viciously. And just like that, I was cumming, wailing as my pussy convulsed around his fingers, waves of pleasure and pain making me soar to heights I didn’t know I was capable of. He went still inside of me, his fingers filling me as I squeezed tight with each pulse, flying on wings of ecstasy.

  When I finally came back down to Earth, he pulled his fingers out of me and jerked my skirt back down. I turned around, breathing hard, in time to see him wiping his hand on his silk pocketsquare, avoiding my eyes.

  He opened his bottom desk drawer and threw a white dress shirt at me. One of his spares.

  “Get out.”

  I caught it, my brow furrowing. “Mr. Drake?”

  “I said, get out.”

  The dangerous tone in his voice left no room for discussion. I pulled the shirt around my shoulders and hurried out, buttoning as I went.

  Back at my desk, I tried to fight back the tears, without success. What the hell had just happened? Did he want me or not? Had I disappointed him somehow? Just when my fantasies were coming true… I wasn’t good enough.

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  At the end of the night, as Mr. Drake left his office, he paused beside me. I remained looking forward, responding to an email, not daring to speak. What would I say if I did? A warm hand on my shoulder made me jump.

  “Isabeau, I…”

  I looked up and was caught up again in those cool, green eyes. For a moment, I thought I caught a hint of sadness behind them, but then it faded, his unreadable mask slipping back into place.

  “Yes, Mr. Drake?”

  “What happened today… It was wrong of me. For a moment, I forgot myself. You make me do that, you know.”

  He paused, looking me over, taking in his oversized shirt falling low over my pencil skirt.

  “Do what?” I asked, allowing myself a small smile.

  “Forget myself.”

  He leaned down, and I heard him inhale, milimeters away. Was he smelling my hair? Then, he straightened again, his back stiff. Formal. Like nothing had passed between us.

  “It won’t happen again. It… can’t. I won’t lose my temper again. Not with you.”

  He moved away, and I jumped out of my seat, following like a lost puppy.

  “But, why not? I don’t mind!”

  He stopped by the elevators, hesitating before pushing the button.

  “I… I liked it,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

  A moment hung suspended before he finally moved, pushing the down button with a black, gloved hand.

  “I won’t punish you again, Isabeau. Not like that. This was the first and last time. Please understand.”

  The doors slid open, and just like that, he was gone, sliding away from me into the night. And I could do nothing to stop him.

  I looked down at the ramen cup sticking out of my trashcan, and a thought struck me, lifting the cloud of confusion and despair threatening to settle over me. Maybe there was a way.

  Maybe I was a very bad, lazy, forgetful assistant after all. Maybe I just couldn’t help myself. Maybe I’d just have to break his rules…

  Maybe then he wouldn’t be able to help it, and would forget himself all over again.

  I bit my lip and leaned back in the office chair, imaging him bending me over his desk, guiding his cock toward my eager sex. I slipped a finger beneath my skirt, rubbing myself through my panties, wondering what it would feel like to have him inside of me. My ass stung as I pressed back onto my wooden chair, and I moaned, remembering his sweet punishment.

  I knew one thing for certain--this wasn’t over between us. Not by a longshot.

  I was his, after all, at his beck and call. Ready and eager for whatever he had to give me.

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  To Be Continued…

  Don’t miss the next four parts of this sizzling series, available now!

  At His Mercy: The Billionaire’s Beck and Call, Part 2

  When dashing billionaire, Chase Drake, tells his assistant he won't lose control again and punish her, she's determined to prove him wrong. But he remains true to his word, frustrating her and making her wonder if the connection they had was all in her head.

  After she misses the bus home, he offers to drive her, but a simple ride soon turns into an evening of wining and dining that culminates on her spending the night in his guest room.

  When she hears him up in the middle of the night, her curiosity gets the best of her and she spies on him. Mr. Drake is hiding something, and discovering what it is may just result in the night of her life.

  At His Command: The Billionaire’s Beck and Call, Part 3

  Isabeau Willcox feels like she's living in a dream. Brooding billionaire Chase Drake wants her, and what's more, he wants to show her his world, his darker side that includes a secret sex dungeon and deliciously naughty toys that spark her imagination and make her knees weak.

  When he shackles her and makes her his slave, she's brought to heights she never imagined. But when he asks to make their arrangement more permanent, she remembers how quickly he's dismissed previous assistants.

  Will he tire of her and drop her like all the rest? Or is this the love she's been waiting for?

  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 storie
s straight to your e-reader.

  Enjoy, and keep a lookout for more sizzling stories that will make you need some "alone time!"

  For more Delilah Fawkes stories, visit her blog or check out her author page.

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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 Service By

  Delilah Fawkes

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  At His Service

  Copyright 2012 by Delilah Fawkes

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