At His Instruction(2)

“And you taste so sweet.”

My body responded to his words, my arousal leaking onto my thighs. I couldn’t believe this man—how sensual and raw he was—and most of all, that he wanted me the way that he did. The same way I wanted him.

He gripped my hips hard, his fingers bruising me. I felt the tip of his cock spreading me open, and groaned, needy and desperate to be filled. With a grunt, he sheathed himself inside of me in one hard stroke, pushing me up against the glass.

My head spun, looking down from such a height, but his arm around my waist held me steady, making me feel safe even as he pulled out slowly, then thrust again, hard.

“You feel so goddamn good, Isa,” he growled in my ear.

He reached around and found my nipples, pulling and teasing, making me gasp as he pinched one, then the other, sending sharp, delicious pain coursing through me. My thighs squeezed together, tightening around him as he entered me again and again, pounding harder as he held me pinned beneath him.

I could smell his sweat mingling with the musky smell of sex clinging to the both of us, and beneath that a unique and heavenly note that was all him. Chase Drake.

He yanked me back onto him roughly, making me cry out as he hit me deeper with each stroke of his cock. When he reached between my legs and pinched my clit, I screamed, my orgasm crashing over me before I knew what was happening, my legs trembling with the force of my convulsions.

“Yes, Isa,” he groaned. “God, yes… Milk me with your pussy.”

He didn’t let up, his fingers pulling on my sensitive nub as I spasmed around him, my eyes rolling up toward the stars, drinking in the night sky even as I felt stars bursting inside of me. With another pump, he drew out oh-so-slowly before slamming home one last time. He cried my name as he spent himself inside of me, and in that moment, I felt alive in a way I never had before.

In that moment, I was happy.

Afterward, he carried me to his bed, threw back the covers and draped my exhausted body on top of the soft sheets. He crawled in next to me and held me close, putting my head on his shoulder, his arms holding me tight to his chest. He kissed my hair, and I fell asleep, smiling into the darkness.



***



I awoke to an empty bed, a pile of new, designer clothing I’d never seen before, and a note.

Of course.

I rolled my eyes, wondering what Mr. Drake had written this time. We were supposed to go to work today, after all. But he said he would train you, a little voice inside me whispered. In the office, no less!



I had to leave early to prepare some things at the office. Please help yourself to breakfast and dress in the clothing I laid out for you. A car is waiting to bring you to work.



I raised an eyebrow, then picked up the skirt neatly folded at the end of the bed. The quality was impeccable. The label caught my eye, and I swallowed hard. Gucci? How could I accept this? But then again, I only had my clothes from yesterday, wrinkled up and God-knows-where. Maybe I could wear the clothes he bought today, and return them later?

I shook my head. Who knew it would be so stressful sleeping with a billionaire? I looked back at the note, the last line turning my frown back into a smile.



I can’t wait to see you, Isa.



My whole body tingled with anticipation at the thought of seeing my Mr. Drake, gorgeous and put together in his expensive suit. I can’t wait either, Sir.

Grinning like a schoolgirl with a crush, I began to get ready. After all, it was a work day. I had to look professional.



***



As the elevator doors slid open, I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the day ahead. I knew I had transcriptions waiting for me, but beyond that, I had no idea what Mr. Drake had in mind. Would he put me to work, as usual, or would he put me flat on my back?

I grinned at the thought.

My new heels clicked on the marble as I approached my desk. A package sat on my chair, smartly wrapped in silver paper. There was a post-it on top, with instructions written in sharpie.



Come to my office immediately. Bring the box.



I exhaled sharply. Well, then. I suppose I should get in there. Boss’ orders.

But instead of rushing to him, I took my time, setting the box next to me as I logged in to my computer, punched in for the day, then checked my inbox for urgent items. I suppressed a smile, wondering if he was watching me through that camera of his, going slowly crazy waiting for me to come to him.

I placed my purse into my drawer and locked it before finally getting to my feet. I smoothed down the new skirt, feeling strong and capable in my low cut silk blouse, instead of out of place, as I’d feared. Perhaps the clothes do make the woman? Or maybe I was simply adjusting to living at the edge of Mr. Drake’s world.

I rapped on the door.