His Dirty Secret - Slave To The Billionaire - Contemporary Erotic Romance (13 page)

“I know what I said, Isobel, but you
are so ready for this and I want to see how you cope with both your
cunt and your ass being fucked.” Tyler was so hard he hurt, and he
wanted nothing more than to slam his cock inside her and fuck her
mercilessly. But, he knew that this was the perfect opportunity for
him to test her limits a little, and he really did want to see how
she handled it.

He pushed the butt plug in a little
further, giving Isobel’s ass time to adjust to the invasion as he
rotated it slightly. His large hand was steady and calming on the
small of her back, and he slowly inched the plug into her. Isobel
groaned at the burning sensation she experienced as the plug was
pushed into her until the thickest part filled her, and then the
burning eased as her body became accustomed to the
intrusion.

From her position on all fours, she
squirmed and pushed back into Tyler as his hand roamed down her
sweat-slickened back, gasping and moaning and already panting with
desire at the feeling of being filled in such a taboo
way.

He rubbed his palm over her buttocks,
caressing the already fading red marks that his spanking had left
on her creamy skin. “Absolutely beautiful,” he murmured as though
to himself, and Isobel wasn’t sure if he was talking about her or
the marks he had given her. He smacked her ass, making her yelp in
surprise and pain even as a moan escaped her when the plug that was
so firmly ensconced in her ass moved deliciously deeper.

Again and again, Tyler brought his
hand down on her ass; alternating cheeks so that he didn’t hurt her
too much. By the time he stopped, Isobel’s pussy was dripping
juices, coating the tops of her legs and making the floor beneath
her wet.

“Oh, God, Tyler! I can’t take much
more.” Isobel was close to tears, but they were tears of
frustration and longing rather than tears of pain. She wiggled back
as far as her spread legs would allow her, unwittingly begging for
him to fuck her and giving up a prayer of grateful thanks when she
felt him move in close behind her.

With one hand on her hip, the other
took hold of his cock and directed it to her slit, teasingly
stroking it up and down against her sex. “Please!” Isobel was
begging again, but past caring how needy she sounded.

“Please what, slut?”

“Fuck me! Please!” The desire and want
was evident in her voice, and she wiggled her ass against him again
as she pleaded.

She heard the smile in his
voice as he answered her. “Just remember, I’m doing this
because
I
want
to,
not
because
you’re begging me to. Although it is delightful when you beg like
that.” His cock brushed over her pussy lips once more, and she held
her breath, anticipation eating her alive.

Tyler slowly inched himself into her,
his head spreading her wide as her lips parted for him. Isobel
moaned as she felt herself being stretched; his girth almost more
than she could handle. But eventually he was in as deep as he could
go, and then he paused, allowing her time to adjust to the weight
and feel of him inside her.

She didn’t think that she
could take much more, but then he withdrew just as slowly and she
realized that no matter what
she
thought,
he
was going to prove her wrong. The heat that
coiled inside of Isobel was almost unbearable, and she tried to
lean back onto him to make him go deep inside her again. A swift
smack on her ass soon stopped her though, and all she could do was
arch her back in response as her climax started to build up inside
her once more.

As though sensing it, Tyler paused
again. “Don’t you dare come unless you ask me for permission
first,” he commanded. “Do you understand?”

No. she didn’t understand any of this.
All she did know was that she wouldn’t have swapped places with
anyone in the world right now.

“Do you understand?” His voice was
firmer now, impatience tinging his tone.

Isobel nodded; her hair damp and
hanging in a curtain on either side of her face. “Yes!”

Tyler started to move again, and
Isobel could have quite happily sent up a prayer of thanks as she
felt him fill her once more. “Is this what you want?” His voice was
gruff and it sent tingles running up Isobel’s spine.

“Faster,” she gasped. “Harder.
Please!”

He laughed breathlessly, and then
pulled his hips back before slamming into her with such force that
he knocked the air out of her lungs. He did it again, and she cried
out as she felt him hit her cervix as his balls slapped against her
swollen clit. “Like that?” Now he was breathless, and Isobel
relished the sound.

“Yes!” She only just got the word out
before he pounded into her again. “Oh, God!”

Every time he plunged into her, she
moaned loudly and felt her climax drawing closer, until with sudden
clarity she knew she was going to orgasm. She frantically tried to
pull away from him, to make him pull out of her so that she would
have time to ask him for permission, but he was having none of it
and slammed back into her again.

“Please!” Her voice was hoarse.
“Tyler, please!”

“Please. What?” He emphasized both
words with two more deep thrusts, and she was lost. Incapable of
begging and incapable of stopping, all she could do was tumble over
the edge into a climax that left her also incapable of thinking of
anything but what she was experiencing.

One orgasm led into two, and two
triggered off three, all of them rolling into one and all of them
so intense that she didn’t even register the fact that her pussy
had clenched and milked him into his own climax. Whimpers of
pleasure were drawn from her and her pussy gripped hold of his cock
as he exploded deep within her, their mingled juices leaking out of
her and coating his balls.
In her post orgasmic haze, Isobel barely registered Tyler removing
the plug from her and releasing her ankles from the spreader bar as
she came attempted to steady her breathing. From her position
Isobel couldn’t see Tyler’s grin as he fought for breath. Nor could
she see the look of satisfaction in his eyes. “You are in so much
trouble, my slut.” His voice was almost as hoarse as hers had been.
“Didn’t I specifically tell you to ask me for permission to
come?”

Shit!
Isobel took a deep, steadying breath and willed her heart
rate to slow down. “I’m sorry. But I…” Her words trailed off as he
reached under her and pinched her nipple hard.

“It’s too late for ‘sorry’ or excuses,
my little slut,” he chuckled wryly. “But you will have to be
punished for your indiscretion.”

Isobel felt a smile of her own creep
over her face. She really did like the way he punished
her.

“But, right now we have work to do.”
He moved away from her and stood up, holding out a hand to help her
to her feet.

Isobel shook her head in a daze. She’d
completely forgotten that they were at the office. Standing on
shaky legs, she took the towel he passed her and mopped herself up
before pulling her clothes back on.

“Tyler, can I ask you something?” It
was now or never.

“Of course. You can always ask me
questions, Isobel. I may not always answer them though.” He was
buttoning up his shirt and missed the nervous expression on her
face.

“Could we possibly go out for lunch?”
She cleared her throat. “And maybe have a drink?” She knew she’d
need one of those to give her a little Dutch courage before she
asked him the real question.

Tyler paused before answering her.
“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea, Isobel.”

“But why not?” She really didn’t want
to ask him what she needed to know while they were here at the
office, but she really needed to know the answer.

“How do you think it’s going to look
to everyone else if I take you out for lunch?”

“Well you’re the boss, so they
couldn’t very well complain to management, now could they?” Isobel
had a cheeky grin on her face that he simply couldn’t
resist.

“Look, let me make a phone call, and
I’ll let you know. Okay?”

She supposed that she had to be
satisfied with that, she thought as they made their way back to
their respective offices. And less than thirty minutes later she
answered a phone call from him that had her smiling and her stomach
flipping all at the same time.

“Be ready at noon. I’ll meet you at
the car park elevator.” He didn’t say anything else, but he didn’t
have to. Isobel was getting her way.

~

Chapter Eight

~

At midday, Isobel grabbed her coat and
purse and made her way to the elevator, riding it down to the
parking lot and waited outside the door until Tyler joined her a
few minutes later. Without a word being said, they walked to his
car where he held the door open for her to get in first and then
drove the short distance to the restaurant still in
silence.

He opened the door and
stood to one side to let her enter first.
Always such a bloody gentleman,
at
least in public
, she thought with just a
twinge of irritation. Isobel’s thoughts were halted, however, when
she looked around the restaurant. Apart from the staff, it was
completely empty; not a single customer at a single
table.

She looked over her shoulder at Tyler,
and was about to tell him that maybe the place was closed when a
member of staff came directly to him and started
talking.

“Ah, Mr. James, how nice to see you
again, sir.” He gestured with his hands to a table at the back of
the room. “Everything has been prepared just as you instructed,
sir.” He pulled out a chair for a very bemused Isobel, and
continued talking as he pushed the chair in under her. Amanda will
be your server today, and we have your champagne on ice all ready
for you.” He smiled politely at them both as he draped a linen
napkin across Isobel’s lap. “If you need anything at all, please
feel free to let me know, Mr. James.” And with that he was
gone.

“What on earth is going on?” Isobel
was completely confused.

Tyler looked up from the menu and
raised an eyebrow questioningly. “What do you mean,
Isobel?”

“I mean, what’s going on?” She
repeated herself. “The place is empty. Where is
everyone?”

“Well of course it’s empty. I reserved
the whole place so we wouldn’t be disturbed.” He smiled
enigmatically at her.

“You did what? Why?” Isobel was amazed
that he would go to such lengths.

Tyler smiled at her as though she was
a child and he had to explain everything in really simple terms.
“Because I didn’t want us to be disturbed while we ate and talked,
that’s why.” He looked back down at the menu. “Now please decide
what you’d like to eat, Isobel. We don’t have all day.”

Suitably chastised, Isobel turned her
attention to the menu and gulped when she saw that nothing had a
price next to it, which meant that everything was crazily expensive
in her book. Oh well, if he could afford to buy out the whole
restaurant over one of the busiest times of the day, then he could
afford to pay for her grilled Tuna.

Amanda the waitress came to take their
order and bring them their drinks, and then they were left on their
own. Isobel fidgeted nervously, trying to think of how to start the
conversation that she knew they needed to have.

She didn’t realize that she’d been
twisting her napkin in her fingers until Tyler spoke up. “Please
try not to look so nervous, Isobel. I’m here to eat lunch, not to
eat you.” Isobel couldn’t help the little thrill that flickered
over her at the mental picture his words conjured up. “And for
God’s sake stop wringing that napkin as though you’re trying to
strangle it.”

Isobel let go of the offending item
and looked at the wall behind him, and at the table on the other
side of the room, and at the members of staff who were busy rushing
around doing absolutely nothing because Tyler had paid an
exorbitant amount for them to not be disturbed while they said
absolutely nothing to each other.

She finally looked at the man sat
opposite her, and couldn’t help but be struck once again by how
good looking he was. Not handsome in the traditional sense of the
word, but chiseled muscular and very masculine. She didn’t think
there was a woman out there who wouldn’t want to be in her shoes
right now.

“Is something amusing you?” She jumped
and looked at his face, relieved to notice that he had a twinkle in
his eye that belied his stern voice.