At His Insistence: The Billionaire's Beck and Call, Part 4 (A BDSM Erotic Romance) by Delilah Fawkes Read Free Book Online

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

 
    By
Delilah Fawkes

 
 
 
    “I’m
waiting, Isabeau.”
    I glanced
down at the diamond choker, sparkling even in the dim light of Mr. Drake’s
dungeon, perfectly juxtaposed with the black, leather collar sitting next to it
on a velvet cushion.
    How could
I accept such a gift? And could I give myself to him when he might ditch me for
a newer model at any moment? What made me, Isabeau Willcox, different from all
the rest?
    I looked
into his eyes, so intense, willing me to speak, to say ‘yes’ to his proposal. I
could tell my silence was grating on him, even as he held me close, the sweat
from our lovemaking mingling on our naked bodies.
    “I can’t.”
    The look
in his eyes made me cringe.
    “At least…
not yet.”
    His eyes flashed
dangerously, and he stood, pushing me off him onto my feet. My bones still felt
like Jell-O from the earth-shattering sex we’d just had, but now I wanted to
cover up, to hide from his accusing stare.
    “Tell me
why.”
    His voice
was deep and dangerous as he set the box aside, closing it with a snap. This
was obviously not what he’d planned on happening, and it visibly chafed him.
Mr. Drake was nothing if not a control freak.
    “I…”
    I reached
a hand out to touch him, to comfort him, but pulled it back on second thought.
    “I’m not
sure. At the office, they say you go through assistants like Kleenex.”
    My hand darted
to my mouth. I hadn’t meant to just come right out and say it! I didn’t mean to
blurt out what made me hesitate, when all I wanted was to run into his arms and
say I’d be his.
    Damn it, Isabeau!
    He moved
so fast, I didn’t have time to think. His hand was on my throat, his thumb
caressing the hollow of my neck in a way that made my blood boil and fear
course through me like a drug.
    “So that’s
it, is it? You don’t trust me? Even after tonight?” He shook his head, pulling
me closer.
    I gasped
in his grip.
    “Answer me
when I ask you a question, Isabeau.”
    “I do…
it’s just…”
    I couldn’t
think with his hand on me like this, his face just inches from mine.
    “Just
what?”
    “What
makes me so different?”
    I looked
him square in the eyes, and blushed as I felt the tears stinging my own. Don’t let him see you cry. Get yourself
together.
    The
thought of giving myself over to him only to be discarded was more than I could
bear. This whole thing felt like a dream, and maybe it was only that, and my
time was always limited. But was it worth it if it would only end in
heartbreak?
    Mr.
Drake’s hand remained on my throat, caressing me gently, but reminding me of
who was in the position of power. His other hand stroked my face, brushing my
hair back, the touch making me tingle. Something behind his eyes changed as he
looked at me. If I didn’t know better, I’d say they were tinged with sadness.
    “You
really don’t know how special you are, do you?”
    For a
moment, his words took my breath away.
    Then he
turned, leaving me standing naked and alone in his dungeon. I froze, stunned,
for a few seconds, before hurrying after him, through the concealed door and
out into the study. I called after him down the hallway.
    “Wait!
Aren’t I sleeping with you tonight?”
    He turned,
and I could tell he was smirking even in the shadows. “I’ll share my bed when
you wear my collar.”
    With that,
he walked away, leaving me alone with my regret.

 
    ***

 
    In the morning,
another note was waiting for me, this time informing me that a car was outside,
ready to take me anywhere I wished to go.
    Rich man brush off , I thought, frowning. I’d definitely pissed
him off by not accepting his offer out of hand. Would he want to see me again?
Or was I Miss Self Fulfilling Prophecy? I covered my face with my hands. How
could I have been so stupid?
    Mr. Drake
was everything I wanted in a man, and several things I’d never even considered,
but now couldn’t live without.