His Dirty Secret - Slave To The Billionaire - Contemporary Erotic Romance (15 page)

“She knows the other rooms up here,
although she’s never been in them like you have.” Tyler explained,
seeing the look that crossed Isobel’s face before she could
disguise it. “I wouldn’t put it past her to come looking for us,
but she’ll never think of looking in here because it’s totally
beneath her.” He opened a door and Isobel walked past him into what
was very obviously a cleaning closet and supply room.

She chuckled as she turned to face him
when he closed the door behind them. “Yes, I’d say it’s definitely
beneath her. I don’t think her mink would approve.” She grinned as
Tyler laughed. Did he have any idea how much younger he looked when
he actually smiled?

“I have to say that your wife is
without a doubt, one of the snootiest, bitchiest women I’ve ever
met in my life.” He probably didn’t want to hear that, but tough
shit; it was the truth. “She practically threw her damn fur coat at
me and then told me in no uncertain terms that I and my job were
menial and unworthy.”

Tyler’s face took on a ruddy hue, and
Isobel wasn’t sure if it was because of what she’d said or what his
wife had said. “I’m sor…”

Isobel cut him off before he could
even get the apology out of his mouth. It wasn’t his place to
apologize for his wife, and it wasn’t him that had said those
things to her and made her feel small and useless. She took the two
steps she needed to bring her up close to him and reached up with
her hands to grasp the lapels of his suit jacket, giving them a tug
as she went on tiptoe and raised her face to his. Tyler bowed his
head and her lips claimed his in a kiss that was as passionate as
it was tender; tongues tangling and dancing and teeth gently
nipping as they came together in the warmest embrace they’d shared
so far.

Tyler’s hands tangled in her hair as
their lips stayed locked together, and Isobel wrapped her arms
around his neck and pulled him into her even more with a satisfied
moan. They eventually came up for breath and slowly pulled apart,
both of them flushed and panting.

Tyler opened his mouth to say
something, but Isobel cut him off with another kiss as she took a
hand and trailed it down the front of his muscular body; over his
broad chest and across his washboard flat stomach, and lower still
until she brushed over the top of his very obvious
hard-on.

“I want you, Tyler. Now.” This time
she wasn’t going to give him a chance to take control or take over.
She wanted to make this something that he would remember as much as
she would remember their previous times together.

She slid his jacket down off his
shoulders and then slowly unbuttoned his crisp white shirt, pushing
his hands away when he went to do it himself. “No. You just stand
there and let me do it. Okay?” Tyler’s face was flushed as he
looked down at her, but he didn’t say anything. He just stood there
silently while she removed his shirt and then moved on to undoing
his pants.

Before she slid them down, she turned
her attention back to his mouth; that beautiful mouth that had
barked orders at her and brought her to earth shattering climaxes
so easily. She raised her face for another kiss, and their mouths
once again explored each other’s lips, banking the flames of their
blatant desire for each other and sending them into a spiral of
unadulterated pleasure.

Her hands went back to the waistband
of his pants and she pushed them and his boxers down over his hips,
letting his erect cock spring free and proud. She cupped her palm
over his head, massaging in the moisture and making him hiss in a
breath as she kissed him again.

Their tongues tangled together again
and she sighed into his mouth. As though it had been an unspoken
comment between them, the kiss changed course, turning from
passionate to tender, aggressive to gentle. This kiss meant
something that neither of them understood, and it was an embrace
that neither of them was inclined to end.

Isobel’s free hand went to his face,
her palm on his cheek with her thumb stroking his jaw. The air
positively hummed with emotions that they were too far gone to
decipher, and as his hand went to the small of her back to pull her
into him, Isobel gave up even trying to understand what was going
on here.

Pulling away from him, Isobel removed
her clothes quickly; she wanted to feel his skin next to hers and
they were causing too much of a barrier. Then she sank to her knees
in front of Tyler, pulling away from him when he tried to entwine
his fingers in her hair and pull her head onto his
shaft.

“No, Tyler. This time I’m calling the
shots.” She looked up into his face, smiling at the frustration and
longing she saw there. “It’s okay. I promise you’ll like
it.”

She turned her attention back to his
body and leaned her head forward to close the gap between them and
placed a gentle kiss on the head of his cock. Her tongue probed his
slit and she took hold of his length and parted her lips wide,
sliding her mouth down over his head. Swirling her tongue up and
over the tip she started to slowly slide her fist backwards and
forwards over his length.

She moaned appreciatively, the
vibrations making his cock twitch delightfully in her mouth,
wringing an answering tug from her pussy. Looking up at his face
once more, Isobel moved her mouth away from him long enough to
slide her tongue over the palm of her hand, and then returned to
stroking him, up and over his head and down his shaft, pulling his
skin tight and making him catch his breath.

She bobbed her head forward and slowly
sucked him into her mouth, her lips tightening around him and
creating a seal as her tongue lapped at the underside of his cock
and probed his velvety ridges, delighting in the drop of pre-cum he
rewarded her with. With her cheeks hollowing, she sucked on his
bulbous head as her own started to bob up and down. Her hands moved
in time with her mouth, stroking from his base and then up to touch
her lips before sinking back down. Again and again she sucked and
stroked, looking up at him and keeping her eyes locked onto his;
letting him know that, for now, she was in charge.

Tyler looked down at her with an
expression of wonder and lust. He wasn’t used to giving up control
like this; generally preferring that his women do what he wanted
when he wanted. But he certainly wasn’t complaining or trying to
stop Isobel as her mouth and hands worked their magic on
him.

He knew he could take back that
control at any time, but for now he contented himself with placing
his hands on either side of her head, his fingers running through
her hair gently before he grasped her more firmly. He moved his
hips back slightly, withdrawing from her pouty mouth, and Isobel
had just a few seconds to comprehend what he was about to
do.

Still looking up at him,
she gave an imperceptible nod, giving him the go ahead and letting
him know that it was what she wanted him to do. Tyler grinned down
at her and thrust forwards, his hands holding her head in place
while he forced his cock into her mouth, making her gag as she
adjusted to his size. He pulled away and gave her time to breathe,
and she nodded up at him again in a silent ‘
do it’
, and he pushed forward again,
deeper still, and Isobel consciously relaxed and swallowed,
allowing him to slide past her throat.

Her mouth was stretched as wide as it
could go to allow for his thickness, and she pushed up with her
tongue so that she could lap at the underside of his cock as he
thrust into her mouth, feeling a victorious thrill as she realized
that the fingers she had wrapped around him were touching her lips.
She had managed to swallow his whole shaft, and the feeling of
pride that filled her was almost overwhelming.

Tyler groaned as he paused with his
cock still firmly embedded in her throat. “Fuck, Isobel. That feels
so damn good.”

Spurred on by his praise, Isobel felt
her clit throb and swell as she knelt in front of him. Her free
hand came up to curl around his balls as she continued to suck him,
gently squeezing and massaging the sensitive fullness as her head
bobbed up and down and his cock slid in and out of her greedy
mouth. She’d never realized that she could feel so powerful doing
this and the fact that they were locked in a closet didn’t even
cross her mind.

Tyler was shaking, his legs trembling
and a sheen of sweat coated his skin. Their eyes stayed locked on
one another as she ministered to him lovingly and masterfully, the
tops of her thighs wet with her own longing, but her determination
to take her time and to show, rather than tell him what she felt,
made her carry on.

As she felt his balls shift and
tighten, she knew that if she didn’t stop now it was going to be
over all too soon, so she reluctantly licked at him one more time
before pulling her mouth away and sitting back on her heels,
smiling as he gave a moan of protest.

“It sucks doesn’t it?” she asked
softly, and as he rose an eyebrow to question what she meant she
smiled up at him innocently. “To have the control taken away from
you and not be able to do what you want.”

Tyler’s breath was coming in short
bursts as he fought to calm himself down. It was obvious that she
wasn’t ready for him to come yet, and seeing as he was enjoying
himself so much, he wasn’t inclined to disagree or argue with
her.

“Yeah, it does suck. But you know that
I’ll have my revenge on you sooner or later.” He grinned down at
her sexily, and Isobel chuckled softly.

“Maybe you will and maybe you won’t.
But I haven’t finished having fun with you yet.” She straightened
her back and gave a small gasp as her pussy grazed the floor
beneath her knees. Tamping her own desire down, she placed a
delicate hand on each of his ankles, her fingers dancing over his
skin as she moved them upwards to stroke at his legs.

She bypassed his cock this time and
moved straight to his abdomen, trailing her nails over his stomach
and loving the small gasps and moans he seemed incapable of holding
in. She continued on her journey of discovery, realizing that she’d
never been able to take the time before to really explore and learn
his body. Her fingers reached his chest and once again danced
through the smattering of hair she found before turning her
attention to his small nipples, teasing him as she gently pinched
and tweaked then; pulling her nails over them and loving the way
they hardened and pebbled beneath her touch.

“You’re driving me crazy, Isobel.” His
voice was hoarse, and she quickly glanced at his face, noting that
his color was high and his eyes had darkened.

“Tough.” The one word response was
more than enough to let him know that she wouldn’t be rushed, and
she returned her attention to his body, looking down as his cock
jumped against her belly. Her hand wrapped around it again, the
heat she felt finding an answering one in her core.

“I know that you have to
get back to your wife, Tyler, but I don’t think I can wait until
after your meeting with her.” She knew she sounded needy, but hell,
she
was
needy.
She needed to feel him inside of her and she needed to come so
badly she could scream. But she didn’t want or need to rush this
experience, because she didn’t think he’d ever give her the chance
to simply fuck him rather than have him dominate her.

Tyler couldn’t have denied Isobel
whatever she wanted if his life had depended on it. She looked so
beautiful and strong, and at this moment in time he would have
given her the moon on a stick if she’d asked for it.

Luckily for him, the moon
on a stick wasn’t what Isobel had in mind. What she wanted was
for
her
to be
on
his
stick, but
she wanted to build the anticipation up to a level that neither of
them had experienced with each other yet.

Isobel noticed a bucket in the corner
of the closet and pulled it towards her and turned it upside down.
Then she sat down on it, looked up at Tyler and spread her legs
wide. “I want to feel your tongue on me, Tyler.” She wished that
she sounded more confident, but her voice came out on a whisper so
it sounded more like a plea than a request. She gave a little cough
to clear her throat. “I want to feel your tongue on my
pussy.”

Tyler groaned at her directness. The
only time he’d ever heard her be so vocal was when he was making
her do things, and he liked this side of her. He liked it very
much.

He went down to his knees and scooted
towards her, putting his hands on her knees and pushing her legs
even wider apart. His eyes feasted on her bare pussy and Isobel
leaned back against the cold wall of the closet so that she could
watch him.

Tyler nuzzled his nose against her
sex, inhaling the musky, sweet scent of her and moaning
appreciatively. Then he adjusted his position slightly, and she
gasped as she felt the warmth of his tongue as he slid it down
between her lips and over the swollen bud of her clit. “Yes. Just
like that, baby.” Her voice was breathy and she brought her hands
up and ran them through his thick thatch of hair, holding his head
down as though she were afraid he was going to stop what he was
doing.