Boundless Desires (His Dirty Secret Book 4) (5 page)

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Chapter Five

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In no time at all they had packed up their belongings and had made the short drive to the airfield where the airplane and its staff were waiting for them. Thirty minutes later, they were in the air, and Isobel was sat with her feet tucked up underneath her, relaxing for what felt like the first time in days.

Tyler poured her a drink, and then sat down in the seat next to her with a heartfelt sigh. “Peace at last!”

“I know, right? It feels great, doesn’t it?” Isobel hid a yawn with her hand and her stomach growled.

“Are you tired, baby?” Tyler sounded concerned.

“Not really. I’m just a little yawny. I think it’s because things have been so stressful the last couple of days what with one thing and another.” She smiled across at him, the smile turning to a grin as her stomach growled again.

“I just realized you haven’t eaten anything all day. You must be starving, Isobel.”

“I am.” She gave him another smile; this one much more suggestive than the last. “But not for food.”

Immediately Tyler’s expression turned serious, his eyes becoming hooded and his breath catching as he caught her not-so-subtle hint. Without saying a word he took her hand and guided it to his crotch, pressing her fingers into him. “Is this what you’re hungry for, my little slut?”

Isobel’s breath caught in her throat as her fingers tightened around his length. “Yes,” was all she could manage to say.

Tyler took a step backwards, pulling his sweatshirt up over his head and dropping it on the nearby chair. Then his hands went to his pants and started undoing the zip and pushing them and his boxers down over his hips and stepping out of them.

Without saying a word he looked at Isobel and nodded, giving her the go-ahead for what she wanted to do. Immediately she slid off the chair to her knees, coming to a stop at his feet. Her hand came up and wrapped around his length and she bobbed her head forwards and sucked him into her greedy mouth.

Tyler let out a moan as she sucked him and rolled her tongue over his knob and down to the base of his cock. His fingers tangled in her hair and as she opened her mouth wide, pulled her head even deeper onto him as he pushed his pelvis forward.

“Is this what you’re hungry for?” His voice was raspy and it sent shivers of desire running through Isobel’s body. She was unable to answer so she just gave a small nod of the head and sucked him even deeper, relaxing her throat so that she could slide his length into it.

With his hands on her head, Tyler held her still and started to pump his hips whilst Isobel sucked him further into her mouth. Her hands massaged his balls and her tongue danced along his length. “You’re such a little slut and I love using you like this.”

Isobel’s hand started to move down between her legs and Tyler gave a short yank on her hair. “Don’t you dare touch yourself until I tell you that you can. Understand?” She nodded her head again, drool dripping off her chin, and moaned as Tyler pulled out of her mouth.

She sat back on her ankles and looked up at him, her face flushed with longing. Reaching down a hand he grazed her cheek with his knuckles. “You’re such a beautiful little slut,” he whispered, and Isobel whimpered as her clit throbbed for him.

Tyler pulled Isobel to her feet and his hands moved to her blouse, deftly undoing the buttons and sliding it off her shoulders. Her skirt was next, being thrown onto the chair to join his and leaving her standing in front of him in just her bra and panties.

His hand came up again and he pinched a nipple between his thumb and forefinger through the sheer lace of her bra, watching with interest as it hardened beneath his touch. Isobel let out a hiss of pain that quickly turned to a moan of pleasure as he lessened his grip and gently rolled the sore bud between his digits.

Tyler pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her, a hand going to the nape of her neck as he tilted her head to the side to allow his mouth access to her sensitive skin. Scattering kisses along her jawline, he kissed his way across her shoulders and then down her chest until he reached her tits, suckling at the pained nipple through the material of her bra and leaving it feeling cold and wet as he breathed on it.

“That feels so fucking good.” Isobel’s voice was hoarse and she was breathing heavily as she used her hands on his shoulders to try to steady her shaking legs.

Sinking to his knees, Tyler trailed his hands down over her flat stomach and blew warm breath directly over her pussy, and she moaned again. Nuzzling his nose into her crotch, he inhaled deeply and then looked up at her from his kneeling position. “You always smell so good. Like raw sex just waiting to be taken.” Tyler returned his attention to the apex between her legs and placed his mouth over her panties, sucking them and her pussy-lips in between his lips and latching on gently with his teeth while he started to lap at her.

Then he tugged her panties down over her hips, baring her pussy and leaving her open and exposed for him to do whatever he wanted. Tyler placed the palm of his hand over her mound, cupping her heat and pressing down slightly to apply some pressure to her aching clit.

Isobel gasped again and her hands found their way to his hair, tightening in his thick locks as she tried in vain to pull his face into her. Ignoring her endeavors for more contact, Tyler gave a quick slap to her pussy and Isobel let out a yelp as her body jerked back away from him.

“You do not try to control my actions, Isobel. You should know better than that by now.” He got back to his feet and Isobel could have stamped her foot in frustration. “I think that we both proved something to each other this weekend. We proved that we want to be together on a permanent basis, didn’t we?” It wasn’t really a question, but Isobel nodded in agreement anyway.

“Having said that, while we’ve both learnt a lot over the past few weeks, if we are to continue with this relationship in the manner in which I think we both want and need, there are still a few lessons you need to be taught.” She knew that he was referring to their sex life, and more specifically their BDSM sex life. “Are you ready and willing to take the next step, Isobel? Do you want to give up control to me and learn everything I can teach you about yourself and your sexuality?”

Isobel nodded again, and then at his raised eyebrow she answered him. “Yes, Sir.”

He positively beamed his approval at her. “Good girl!” She blushed at his praise and felt her pussy-lips swell as moisture pooled at her core.

“Go into the bedroom, Isobel, and lay down on the bed. I’ll join you shortly.” He told her what he wanted her to do in a quiet, calm voice, and she obeyed without even thinking of questioning him.

Isobel removed her bra as she entered the room and then climbed up onto the bed to wait for him. She wasn’t sure how long she waited, but her eyes snapped open when she heard the door opening. She must have dozed off but she didn’t really feel tired.

The mattress gave a little under Tyler’s weight as he crawled up onto it, lying down beside her and trailing his hand over her shoulders and chest; his touch feather-light and leaving goosebumps in its wake. Isobel’s nipples hardened as he looked at them, screaming for him to touch them as she moaned longingly and arched her back up off the bed.

Tyler’s cock was already as hard as a rock and as he moved by her side it bounced against her leg, hot, heavy and dripping with pre-cum. Isobel’s hand started to inch its way down to touch it, but he smacked her away. “Don’t touch unless I tell you, slut.” She moaned again, the nasty name turning her on just as much as his body was.

“Shit!” She cursed out loud, and he smiled to himself. He was getting to her, and he liked it. It wasn’t very often that Isobel was vocal during play, and it was something that he intended to work on more. That being said, it wasn’t cursing he wanted from her; it was descriptive words that told him exactly what she wanted and how she felt about certain things.

“Now, now, my little slut. Instead of being vulgar, why don’t you just tell me what it is that you want?” His voice had a mocking tone to it, but the underlying seriousness was evident and Isobel moaned again.

He knew that she found it really hard to be explicit, so why must he be so insistent about it? She couldn’t help but cuss him one more time, but this time she made sure it was just in her head. “I…I want…” Her voice trailed off and she sighed in frustration.

“It’s okay, my pet, we’ll get there.”
My pet?
That was a new one for him to call her. And she actually liked the way that it sounded like an endearment. “But you have to work with me and at least try. Okay?”

Isobel nodded her head. “Okay. I’ll try. I promise.”

“I’m going to go back to something that we’ve tried a couple of times. I know you are not keen on it, but it’s going to help you to figure out more of what you like and don’t like. It will also help me determine your soft and hard limits.” They’d talked briefly about limits and boundaries a few days prior to their trip, but because most of this was new to Isobel, she didn’t really know what, if any, hers were.

While Tyler had been talking, he’d been gently running his fingers up and down her arm as they lay side by side. As she nodded her agreement, he gave her a kiss on the forehead and stood up from the bed, leaving her feeling instantly cold.

Isobel watched as he retrieved a few items from a drawer and walked back towards her. She saw the usual things; lengths of rope and restraints, but there was something else that he deliberately kept hidden from her view. He cuffed her wrists in the soft leather cuffs that he preferred, and then tied both arms to the hooks in the wall above the headboard. Her ankles received the same treatment and were then secured to the legs at the foot of the bed.

She’d been watching him intently, her body priming itself for whatever maneuver he made. Her pussy was already wet and her clit and nipples throbbed in time with her heartbeat. Isobel had never wanted a man the way that she wanted him, and while it scared her sometimes, she wouldn’t want it any other way.

The ceiling of the bedroom was one huge mirror, and Isobel watched the reflection with heated eyes as Tyler slowly walked around the bed and lifted one knee up on to it. She turned her head to look at him, marveling at how beautiful he was. She knew that men were supposed to be handsome, but this man was different; he had a beautiful body, but he also had a beautiful heart and soul to go with it.
How did she ever get so lucky
, she asked herself.

Tyler reached for whatever it was that he’d been hiding, and Isobel’s eyes widened. Maybe she should rethink her thoughts about how lucky she was. He knew that she hated the dark and even slept with a night-light on. She simply had to see what was going on at any given time. So to see him holding a blindfold sent her into a state of near panic and she started struggling against her restraints frantically. “No! No, no no!”

“Shhh, Isobel. It’s okay, my pet.” His voice was calming, but it still didn’t calm her racing heart. “Do you trust me?”

Isobel couldn’t speak. Nor could she take her eyes off the item he was holding. “Isobel! Do you trust me?” Tyler’s voice was persistent, and she finally looked up into his face.

“Y-yes.” Her voice was a mere whisper, and she knew that she was still shaking. But she
did
trust him; completely and wholeheartedly. They
had
used the blindfold briefly before, but Isobel still found it difficult to be completely without her sight.

Tyler’s hand smoothed her hair back from her brow. “And do you trust that I would never do anything that could harm you physically or mentally?”

She didn’t even have to think about that one. He’d always explained things to her; why he did what he did to her and what he hoped to achieve from it. And he’d always stopped when it became clear that for her, enough was enough. “Yes, Tyler, I do.”

“Then trust me now, Isobel.”

She nodded again and took a deep breath. She was still nervous, but she knew that she was safe.

Tyler smiled with approval. “You are so beautiful, Isobel. Absolutely perfect.” He leaned in to kiss her again. “What’s the safe word, my pet?”

“Pickles.” She didn’t hesitate to tell him, although she had not had to use the word once so far in any of their sessions. She knew that if she did have to use it, he would be approving and would stop whatever he was doing immediately, without hesitation.