His Dirty Secret - Slave To The Billionaire - Contemporary Erotic Romance (7 page)

“O-okay.” Isobel’s stomach had started
to churn. Did that mean that the job wasn’t necessarily hers
already? “W-what do you need to know?”

“I need to know if you can follow
orders without question.” Isobel started to tell him that she
could, but he held a single finger up to silence her. “I also need
to know how open minded you are. As my personal assistant, you will
probably have more than one occasion when you have to do things
that you’re not completely comfortable with. I need to know that I
can rely on you to do them anyway.”

“Didn’t yesterday prove that?” Isobel
knew that the question was cheeky, but she also knew that it was
valid; at least to her.

“Yesterday was a great start. But
today I’m really going to put you to the test.” As he finished
talking he opened the door and stood to one side, allowing Isobel
to walk into the room in front of him.

She blinked her eyes, trying to adjust
to the darkness of the room but not having much success. Was this
another office, or a boardroom, maybe? It was really hard to tell.
There weren’t even any windows to cast some kind of light in the
room. Tyler flicked a switch and the wall lights came on. They were
still very dim, but at least they cast some light.

She looked around her
curiously, her eyes slowly adjusting to the dimness of the room.
She couldn’t see much, but from what she could gather, there wasn’t
much
to
see. A
large piece of furniture that looked like a desk or a table stood
right in the middle, but apart from some shelves with things on
them that she couldn’t make out, there didn’t seem to be anything
else in there.

She had a ‘light-bulb’ moment of
clarity. “Oh! Is this the conference room?” He obviously wanted her
help to get the place ready for a meeting.

“No, not exactly. Although that’s what
we’ll call it from now on.” Tyler chuckled, amused by his own joke
even though Isobel didn’t get it. “This is where I get to test just
how loyal you are, and how good you are at following commands and
orders.”

Isobel laughed. “It’s not the army,
Tyler.”

Her laugh dried up when she noticed
that he wasn’t laughing with her. “I’m well aware of that, Isobel.
But, it is a serious thing to me.” He took her hand and walked her
towards the center of the room where the desk was situated. “Before
I say anything else, I want to let you know that you can stop me at
any time, okay?”

This was obviously a serious matter
for Tyler, and Isobel instinctively knew that whatever was going on
here had the capacity to change everything. Her stomach was tight
with nerves, but she had to at least hear him out. “Okay, I’m
listening.”

“I like things that other men you know
probably don’t.” He hesitated as though unsure of how to say what
he wanted to. “Have you ever heard of BDSM, Isobel?”

She thought for a second and then
nodded her head slowly. “I’ve heard of it, but I don’t really know
what it is exactly.” She furrowed her brow in concentration, trying
to rack her brain for any snippets it may have retained regarding
the subject. “Isn’t it where people get off on hurting each other
during sex?” Oh God, she hoped he wasn’t into that. She didn’t
think she’d be able to handle being whipped or
suffocated.

Tyler laughed again, and was quick to
put her mind at ease and to enlighten her. “Not exactly, although
there can be elements of pain involved, so long as both parties are
willing. And it’s not so much the sex side of it, but the build-up;
almost like extreme foreplay.” He gave her hand a reassuring
squeeze.

Isobel digested the information
quietly. “So, what does BDSM actually stand for?”

Tyler smiled at her question. “It
stands for Bondage, Discipline, Sadism and Masochism, or some
prefer Bondage, Discipline, and Submission, which is actually my
preference.”

Isobel gulped again and looked back
towards the door. “Do you like to beat women up?” she asked, her
voice quiet and with a definite tremor to it.

Tyler didn’t laugh this time. He just
turned to face her and placed a palm on both of her cheeks, looking
into her eyes as he talked. “Definitely not, Isobel. The last thing
I want to do is to abuse a woman, in any way.” His thumbs had been
caressing her cheeks while he spoke, and Isobel couldn’t take her
eyes off his.

“What I
do
like is to be in control at all
times. In a BDSM relationship there is usually a Dominant and a
Submissive; and it’s not always the case where the Dom is a man,
but it is typical. In my case, I’m a Dominant, and I take enormous
pleasure in giving a sub pleasure, and having her pleasure me in
any way I want to be pleasured in.”

Isobel could feel herself getting warm
as his words drew a mental picture that turned her on, and she
didn’t even know why, but she could feel herself getting moist as
he spoke.

“It has a lot to do with sensory
subjection when I have a sub under my control sexually; most of the
time you’ll be blind-folded and unaware of what I’m going to do
next. But, one thing I can guarantee is that you’ll be begging me
for more.”

She’d noticed that he had started to
use the word ‘you,’ as though he was talking about her. Did he
really want to do that kind of stuff to her? And why was the
thought turning her on so damn much?

“Have I scared you, Isobel?” Tyler’s
voice was gentle, and Isobel had to be honest with both him and
herself.

“I’m a little nervous, but
no, you haven’t scared me, Tyler.”
Quite
the opposite in fact
, she thought. “I
guess I’m just wondering where I fit into all of this?” Her hand
swept around the room.

“You fit in anywhere you
want to, darlin’.” His voice was warm and full of approval, and
Isobel felt herself blush as she realized that she actually
wanted
to fit in with
this man. “Do you want to learn more, Isobel?”

“I, um, I think so.”
She
knew
her
voice sounded weak, but hell, she felt weak with nerves.

“I don’t want you to think. I want you
to know.” She jumped as Tyler’s voice got stern. “I need someone
who will go into this wholeheartedly, not someone who is just going
to treat it like a game. Do you understand?”

All she could do was nod. His tone
told her how serious he was, and she really did want to learn more
about what he’d told her.

Tyler nodded back at her; his nod
being one of decisiveness. “Good girl.” She blushed again. “Take
your clothes off.” Isobel hesitated for a fraction of a second.
“Now, Isobel!”

Isobel rushed to do as he’d said,
unzipping her dress and letting it fall to the floor before
removing her lingerie. She stood naked in front of him, her legs
shaking and her heart racing, wondering what she was supposed to do
next.

Tyler walked towards her, and then
walked around her, looking her up and down; his eyes leaving a
burning trail everywhere they touched. Isobel waited nervously for
his next words, not knowing if she was going to like them or not
but feeling fully committed to follow through on whatever this may
turn out to be.

“You are exquisite, Isobel.” His voice
was low and husky, and Isobel felt a pang of desire run through her
naked body. He came to a stop in front of her again. “Before we go
any further, I’m going to give you a safe word. Do you know what
that is?” She shook her head to tell him that she didn’t. “It’s a
word that you will use if I do anything that you can’t handle. And
I don’t mean anything that’s slightly outside of your comfort zone,
because I’m sure that all of this is outside of that.” They both
chuckled softly. “I mean anything that you definitely,
categorically cannot handle or do not like. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Oh, and one other thing, Isobel,
while we are in the ‘conference room’ you will address me as Sir.”
His face had a stern look again, and Isobel swallowed hard. “Got
it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl!” She smiled up at him,
blushing again with the small praise. “The safe word is going to be
‘banana.’ Sounds silly, I know, but it’s not a word you would
typically use during sex, so it works perfectly. If you ever say
the safe word, I’ll stop whatever I’m doing immediately.
Okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Lay on the desk, Isobel.” His voice
was demanding, and Isobel felt her clit throb in time with her
heartbeat as she walked to the huge piece of furniture and
clambered up on top of it. She lay on her back and turned her head
to watch as Tyler bent down at the corner of the desk and took hold
of something that was attached to the leg.

When he stood back up, she saw that he
held a length of silk cord in his hand. Without saying a word, he
reached for Isobel’s hand and securely tied the end of the cord
around her wrist. As he walked around the desk, Isobel gave it a
tentative tug, feeling mixed emotions when she found that it was
tied tight enough to not give an inch, but it wasn’t so tight that
it cut into her skin.

Her other wrist was given the same
treatment, and then Tyler moved to the other end of the desk and
secured her ankles the same way. Isobel was now spread-eagled on
the desk, completely immobilized and vulnerable; and she loved
it.

Walking back to the top of the desk,
Tyler looked down at Isobel and smiled. “Not too bad,
huh?”

Isobel smiled back at him. “Not so
far.” Her voice was still quiet, but she was pleased to note that
the worried wobble had gone from it.

“It’s going to get a little more
intense from here on out, Isobel.” He spoke softly in a reassuring
way, and Isobel found that even though she was nervous, she wasn’t
afraid at all. “What’s the safe word?” He prompted.

“Banana.” She giggled at the word,
feeling silly for even saying it in the first place, but Tyler gave
her an approving look and bent down to give her a gentle kiss on
the lips.

“I’m going to blindfold you now,
Isobel.” She’d almost been expecting that so it was no great
surprise to her to actually hear him say the words. “It will
heighten the sensations you experience, and it might be a little
scary to you, but I promise that I am not going to do anything that
is going to physically or mentally harm you in any way.” She nodded
her head to show that she understood.

Tyler walked towards a wooden cabinet
that Isobel hadn’t noticed earlier, and opened the door. He
retrieved what she assumed was the aforementioned blindfold and
walked back towards the desk. “Lift your head for me.” She did as
he asked and he placed the blindfold around her eyes and fastened
it at the back of her head, being careful not to catch any of her
long hair in the fastener.

Isobel’s world was now filled with
darkness, and because Tyler was the only other person in the room,
which she assumed to be soundproof, there was nothing for her to
hear either. It was definitely a new experience for her, and one
she wasn’t completely sure she liked.

“Gags are used a lot in this kind of
thing, but I’m not going to put one on you because I want you to
know that you can speak when you need to.” Isobel was relieved to
hear it.

Everything went quiet again, and she
strained her ears to try and hear what Tyler might be doing. All
she could make out was the sound of his footsteps though as he
walked away from the desk and then walked back again a short time
later.

She held her breath in anticipation
and just a little fear. Was he going to fuck her or just tease her?
Or maybe he wasn’t going to do anything, she thought as time seemed
to drag on. And then her breath caught in her throat as she felt
his feather-light touch on her ankle. His large hand gave a
reassuring squeeze and then she felt his fingers trailing their way
up her leg; reaching her knee and then higher still until she
almost forgot to breathe.

“You have such beautiful legs.” His
voice was quiet, but she heard him perfectly clearly. “And they
lead all the way up to an exquisite cunt.” Isobel gasped as his
crude wording made her clit pulse in response. “I’m going to enjoy
using you for my pleasure, Isobel.” She moaned again and raised her
hips up ever so slightly off the desk, trying to reduce the
distance between his fingers and her pussy.

“Do not try and make me doing
something that I’m not ready to do!” Tyler’s words were accompanied
by a sharp smack to Isobel’s left breast, resulting in a surprised
yelp from her startled mouth. “If I wanted to touch your cunt, I
would. Understand?”