Free At His Instruction: The Billionaire's Beck and Call, Part 5 (A BDSM Erotic Romance) by Delilah Fawkes

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

 
    By
Delilah Fawkes

 
 
 
    That
night, I finally shared a bed with the mysterious Mr. Drake.
    He slid a
silk robe over my shoulders, and led me from his dungeon, through the study,
and up yet another flight of stairs to the top level of the mansion—the floor
I’d never set foot on, afraid I’d be tresspassing.
    He led me
down a hallway with no other doors until we reached the end. There was nothing
but an intricately carved black door with no knob. Mr. Drake reached into his
pocket and removed a tarnished silver key, then fit it into a lock that blended
almost perfectly with the scrollwork.
    More secrets , I thought with a smile. My, but he is mysterious. But perhaps
when you were as rich as Mr. Drake was, you were allowed a few eccentricities. I
certainly wasn’t complaining.
    He smirked
at me as the key turned, his eyes glinting in the darkness.
    “I’ve
never invited a woman into this bedroom before,” he said.
    I raised
an eyebrow. “Never?”
    He ran a
hand slowly down my spine, stroking me in a way that made me shiver beneath the
robe.
    “I usually
send my lovers home, or they sleep in a separate room. You’re the first, Isa…
What do you do to me?” He turned the knob, and pushed inward. Low lights came
on, illuminating the room. “You’re different from all the rest.”
    I wanted
to believe that, but, unbidden, a small voice inside my head whispered what’s so special about you? A pit
formed in my stomach, but I tried to tamp it down; to focus only on him and
this moment. Now was not the time to worry about if, or when, he’d tire of me
and move on. I was here to enjoy myself… for as long as it lasted.
      “You’re not so bad yourself,” I said, smiling
up at him.
    He took my
hand and led me into his room. I looked around and gasped. Floor-to-ceiling
windows replaced the three walls I’d been expecting, the entire room surrounded
by glass except for the wall behind us. Stars twinkled outside, making the
black, four-poster bed look like it was perched on a cliff at the edge of the world.
    “The glass
is treated, so no one can see in. Do you like the view?”
    I felt
almost dizzy standing there, with the giant windows broken up only by black
columns in the corners of the master bedroom. The floor was hardwood with a
thick, crimson rug covering it, giving the room a decadent feel. Deep red
sheets covered the bed, contrasting sharply with the dark wood.
    The corner
of my mouth turned up in a smile. The room was so sensual and dramatic. It was
so him .
    “I love
it.”
    He came
over to me and released the tie of my robe. The silk slithered to the floor.
    “We can be
as naked as the day we were born in here, and no one will be the wiser.”
    His hand
closed around my throat, his thumb caressing my skin in a way that raised the
hairs on my arm and made my pussy clench. I was still deliciously sore from our
lovemaking, but even so, I wanted more.
    “I can
fuck you here, take you any way I want you, and no one will see, while we stare
out over the city… Would you like that, Isabeau?”
    My
breathing became ragged, and I could see his pupils darkening as he spoke.
    “Yes,
Sir,” I whispered.
    The air
between us was electric. His green eyes bored into mine, and he slipped his
boxers off slowly. I licked my lips as his erection sprang free. I couldn’t
believe he was already hard again, ready for me once more.
    In a
flash, his hands were one me, forcing me around and making me stumble toward
the nearest wall.
    “Bend
over,” he growled, “and put your palms against the glass.”
    I did as
he asked, leaning slowly toward the window, but as I looked down, it felt like
I was dangling over the edge of the three-story building, the city lights
twinkling below us from our vantage point on the hill. A car passed, its
headlights illuminating the street, the concrete a reminder of what waited for
me if the glass shattered. I