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 na**d 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 pu**y clench. I was still deliciously sore from our lovemaking, but even so, I wanted more.
“I can f**k 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 swallowd hard and hesitated, a spike of fear rushing through me.
I’d never been afraid of heights, but this was something else altogether.
A hand came down on my backside, making me yelp in pain.
“Bend over. It’s perfectly safe.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I placed shaking hands on the window and leaned my weight against it, my breath catching in my chest, a rush of adrenaline making my pulse hammer. I heard the rip of a condom wrapper behind me, then felt his rough hands kneading my ass.
“You’re so beautiful like this, Isa. Bent over, ready and waiting for me to do as I please…”
I felt his fingers between my legs, caressing my sex, and moaned, my breath fogging the glass.
“So wet for me…”
He dipped one finger inside of me, and I squeezed around him, loving the way he felt inside me. Then, it was gone, and I heard a soft sucking noise behind me.
“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 h*ps hard, his fingers bruising me. I felt the tip of his c**k 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 ni**les, 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 pu**y.”
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.