At His Service: The Billionaire's Beck and Call - (A BDSM Erotic Romance)

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.

This is the second part of the "Billionaire's Beck and Call" series by best selling erotica author, Delilah Fawkes, and is 5400 words long.

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?

This is the third part of the "Billionaire's Beck and Call" series by best selling erotica and romance author, Delilah Fawkes.

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?

This 5900 word story is the fourth part of the "Billionaire's Beck and Call" series by best selling erotica and romance author, Delilah Fawkes.

For His Pleasure is a New York Times and USA Today bestseller, and with each new book in the series, the romance only gets hotter...

When twenty-two year old Nicole Masters gets a highly coveted internship working for one of the largest advertising companies in the world, she can't believe her luck. But Jameson International isn't just any company. It's owned by thirty-two-year-old business mogul and celebrity, Red Jameson.

Red is known for his high flying lifestyle; dating models and hanging with the rich and famous.

The powerful billionaire can have any woman he wants, and the naive college graduate can't imagine making much of an impression on her new CEO. But when Red Jameson takes notice of her and invites her up to his secluded office one day, everything changes.

As it turns out, the powerful businessman also has a voracious sexual appetite, and it's been whetted by none other than Nicole herself. And Red needs to be in charge at every turn.

Nicole isn't just any girl though, and Red Jameson's shocked to find that the young intern is more than a match for him in a battle of wits and will.

For His Pleasure is a 30,000 word tale of lust, submission, power and ultimately--a love story for the ages. Book 2 in the series, For His Taking, is available now on Kobo!

When Isabeau hears Mr. Drake's side of the story, she has two choices: to take him at his word, or walk out of his life. She chooses to trust him and accompanies him to a dinner party at his mother's house, only to have more secrets about Drake's mysterious past whispered in her ear by his handsome business partner, Alexander Smith. 

Can she give herself fully to a man she's not sure can trust with her heart? Or should she believe him when he says she's different from all the rest?

This 6500 word story is the sixth part in the best-selling erotic romance series, The Billionaire's Beck and Call, by Delilah Fawkes.

Chase Drake plans to wine and dine the investors during a weekend trip fit for a billionaire. When Isabeau steps up to plan the event, he knows he's found someone who's truly his match.

However, more is at stake than money when the aftermath of a high stakes poker game turns his partner against him.

Can their relationship endure the meddling of Alexander Smith, or will it collapse like a house of cards?

This 6000 word story is the seventh part of the bestselling erotic romance series, The Billionaire's Beck and Call.

EXCERPT:

“I have a surprise for you,” he whispered to me, nuzzling my neck as we rode the elevator to the penthouse suite.

“Mmm?” I wrapped my hands in his hair as he nibbled my ear, my heartbeat pounding with each touch of his lips.

We’d wined and dined the night away, and now relief flooded through me knowing that at least this night had gone as planned. Everything had been organized to perfection, and the board members and investors seemed to be enjoying themselves.

The elevator shuddered to a halt, and I squealed as Mr. Drake scooped me up into his arms.

“I think you’re going to enjoy it, little slave,” he said. “Do you trust me?”

He set me down just long enough to unlock the door at the end of the hall, then threw me over his shoulder again. I giggled against his tuxedo jacket, the wine and the intoxicating smell of his cologne making me feel giddy.

He kicked the door shut and tossed me onto the bed so hard that I bounced. I glanced around, my breath catching at the view, visible from the huge marble balcony attached to the suite. Stars winked at me from the clear night sky, and I grinned. Even when he traveled, Mr. Drake had to be on top of the world.

“You didn’t answer me. Do you trust me, Isa?”

He towered over me at the foot of the bed, looking sexy as hell with his tuxedo shirt half unbuttoned, bow tie hanging askew where I’d tugged it open.

“Of course I do.”

He leaned down under the bed and reemerged holding a small travel bag. “Then put this on.”

I took it from him, and opened it, not sure what to expect. Part of me feared it would be another expensive dress, but I smiled at what I saw. A black, padded blindfold. It was perfect.

My body tingled all over as I slid it down over my eyes, securing it around the back of my head.

“Can you see anything?”

“No, Sir.”

I felt him near me, but my world was now as black as pitch. The blindfold molded itself to the contours of my face, sealing out all light. He snapped his fingers an inch away from my ear, and I jumped with a little shriek.

“Good girl. I think you’ll agree, it’s more fun if you’re honest with me...”

Hands caressed me through my dress, teasing as they ran down my ribcage, stopping just before squeezing my breasts.

“Hold your arms out at your sides and lie back, little slave.”

I let him gently push me down until my head hit the pillow and both arms were stretched out like a cross. I heard a rustling near my head, but held still, waiting with bated breath to discover what my master had planned for me. Something silky wrapped around my wrist, then tightened, stretching my arm out. I heard soft footfalls on the carpet, and then my other wrist was being bound, tied in place with something strong but soft. One of his neckties, maybe? I gave an inquisitive yank, but I was held firm to the bedposts, helpless to escape.

“Now, you’re mine to do with as I please. The question is... what am I going to do first?”

Tensions come to a head between Chase Drake and his business partner, Lex, when his relationship with Isabeau is threatened. After an all-out fight, Isabeau learns some of the secrets from Mr. Drake's mysterious past and realizes she cares about him more than ever.

However, when they discover evidence of Lex's betrayal at the office, they may be too late to stop him from ruining the lives of every employee at Drake & Smith. Will everything Chase has worked for crumble to dust, or will he and Isabeau find a way to thwart disaster?

This 5200 word story is part eight in the bestselling erotic romance series, "The Billionaire's Beck and Call."

EXCERPT:

Morning arrived, bringing with it a dull, thumping headache and a whole new batch of problems.

I rolled over and rested my head on Mr. Drake’s chest, breathing in the delicious mixture of his spiced cologne and the musky smell that was all him. I ran my hand lightly through the sprinkling of hair over his pecs, listening to the steady sound of his breathing.

If I could have stayed in bed with him all day, I would have, maybe watching old movies and ordering room service to ease my hangover. But I knew we still had investors to please and tasks to accomplish. I sighed with longing and pressed a kiss to his skin.

Despite the throbbing in my skull, I still wanted him, wanted to tease him and stroke him before feeling him inside of me. I ran my hand lower, skimming over the hard planes of his abdomen before sliding below the sheets.

A rough hand grabbed my wrist, Mr. Drake’s low laugh rumbling through his chest.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?”

I laughed, too, then touched my head and winced. Too loud. Mr. Drake pulled back and smoothed my hair away from my face.

“Headache?”

I nodded. “Mmm hmm.”

“Aren’t you supposed to use that as an excuse not to make love, Isa? You seem to be doing this all wrong.”

I stretched back on my pillow, letting the sheets fall off my full breasts. I smiled as his eyes traveled downward, his pupils darkening.

“But what if making love will cure me? Isn’t it worth a try?”

He looked like he wanted to pounce on me, but then furrowed his brow. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Maybe we could... go slow?” I pulled the sheet lower, letting the cotton slide down, revealing the curves of my body.

He groaned as he watched, his hands soon wandering where his eyes had traveled. His fingers grazed my sex, lightly playing over my folds as I gasped. Our lips met as he stroked me softly, his tongue sliding across my teeth.

“I don’t usually do it like this,” he said. “But right now, I just want to make you feel as good as possible.”

I grinned, thinking of his dungeon. No kidding.

But I groaned as he leaned down and kissed his way around each breast, stopping to lap at each nipple until it tightened into a peak. I loved that he could be as tender as he was rough, drawing pleasure out of me the way a master musician draws beauty from his instrument.

When he entered me, it was slow and steady, his hips rocking forward and back, letting me adjust as we began our slow dance together. He looked into my eyes as we moved, the rhythm of his body matching each hitch of my breath, each small moan escaping from my lips.

Chase and Isabeau race to the pier in an attempt to stop Lex Smith from leaving the country, ruining the lives of the employees at Drake & Smith.

When they arrive, things heat up when a blast from the past appears in cahoots with Lex. Can they band together to capture them and save the day? , And can Chase capture the heart of the women proven to be his perfect match?

This 5300 word story is the thrilling conclusion of the bestselling erotic romance series, The Billionaire's Beck and Call.

EXCERPT:

I dialed the police, then listened to the ringing on the other end, harmonizing with the squealing tires of Mr. Drake’s car as he rocketed out of the parking lot toward Morton’s Pier. I pulled on the edge of my skirt, my hands restless as I waited for someone to pick up the phone. Mr. Drake’s jaw was set, his eyes glued to the road. Finally, there was a click on the other end of the line. I spoke before the operator could finish his greeting.
“Yes, hello? Please, we need to report a crime. It’s an emergency.”
I tried to keep my voice calm even while adrenaline coursed through me at the thought that all those people--people I’d had lunch with, sat with during meetings, chatted with in the break room--could lose everything if we didn’t stop Lex in time.
Mr. Drake’s knuckles were white against the steering wheel as he cut through traffic. I gave as many details as I could to the operator, telling them to send squad cars to look for Alexander Smith at the airport, but that we suspected he was trying to flee the country by sea.
“Please, stay on the line, Ms. Willcox,” the operator said. “We’re sending squad cars to meet you at the pier. Don’t make a move until we get there.”
“No problem.”
I held the phone to my ear, my hand now slippery with sweat. The car jumped as Mr. Drake crashed over a speed bump, roaring into the outer parking lot of the marina. The gate was down, the striped barrier arm down over entrance to the Yacht Club, blocking access. Mr. Drake swore beside me, before slamming the car to a halt. Without another word, he jerked the keys out of the ignition and barreled out of the car, slamming the door behind him.
“They said to wait!” I called, but he was already gone, running down the pier. “Shit.”
“What’s that, Ma’am?” The operator’s voice in my ear startled me.
“Please hurry,” I said, and ended the call.