His Dirty Secret - Slave To The Billionaire - Contemporary Erotic Romance (10 page)

“Is this what you wanted?” Tyler’s
feet were firmly planted on the floor, giving him the leverage he
needed to slam into her even harder. He straightened his back so
that her arms could no longer reach around him, and placed a hand
on her breast, pinching her nipple and making her gasp. “Answer
me!”

“Yes! God, yes!” How could she deny
what he already knew? “Fuck me, Tyler. Please, make me
come!”

He leaned his body back down again,
bringing his head lower still so that he could reach her tit with
his mouth. Sucking her puckered nipple in between his lips, he bit
down with his teeth, making her gasp. “Fuck me, Sir!” He broke away
briefly to admonish her. “When I have you like this, you are to
address me as Sir.” His mouth reached for her again, lapping away
the sting of his bite.

“Sir!” Isobel gasped as she felt her
climax blossom inside; her body trembling and her legs shaking as
her core seemed to vibrate around his cock. Bucking beneath him she
came hard, soaking his length with her juices and spurring him on
to his own orgasm.

“Fuck!” Tyler almost yelled, feeling
her pussy squeezing his cock, milking him as his cum almost
exploded out of him in hot streams. He pumped into her, burying
himself as deep as he could while his balls emptied themselves,
unable and unwilling to hold out any longer.

The room was silent for a few minutes,
except for their heavy breathing. Isobel sighed deeply, completed
satiated and more than a little sore from everything her body had
been through. She didn’t think that she had ever been so thoroughly
fucked, nor so satisfied before.

She was just about to say as much to
Tyler, when he pulled away from her and stood up. Sitting up,
Isobel looked across at him as he started to pull his clothes on.
Was he angry at something? Had she disappointed him in some way?
She felt her stomach lurch and her heart sink.

“I trust you can find your way back to
the office?” It was a question that didn’t require an answer. “I
have business that needs attending to, so I’m going to have to
leave you here.” His tone was downright frosty, and Isobel was at a
complete loss as to what to say or do next.

She quickly realized that she didn’t
have to say anything, because he was gone. He’d got dressed in a
hurry and left the room before she even had the chance to formulate
any kind of response. Feeling despondent, Isobel put her clothes
back on and slowly made her way back to his office to retrieve her
purse.

She was just about to leave, when a
thought came to her. She opened the door to check that nobody was
around, and then closed it again and made her way to his desk.
Maybe she could find a clue as to why he was behaving so strangely,
she thought as she opened first one drawer and then
another.

Being careful not to disturb anything,
she found nothing out of the ordinary, and was just about to give
up when she noticed a third drawer in the center of the desk
situated between the other two. Opening it, she moved a few papers
that were on the top, and then paused as something glinted in the
light.

With a sinking feeling she reached
into the drawer and picked up the object, holding it up and
inspecting it even though she already knew in her heart what it
was. In her hand was a simple white gold wedding band.

Isobel looked at it closely while her
mind raced off in what felt like a million directions. Then she
carefully placed it back in the drawer and put the papers back on
top of it before closing the drawer carefully.

As she turned off the lights and made
her way out of Tyler’s office, she straightened her back and
squared her shoulders. She had some serious thinking to do. Had she
bitten off more than she could chew, or was her new boss just what
the doctor ordered?

One thing she did know; tomorrow was
going to be an interesting day.

Chapter Six

~

Isobel’s head was in a whirl as she
made her way home. Her ass was sore as well, which all added to her
feelings of confusion, excitement and post-coital high. It had been
an absolutely crazy day. Hell, it had been an absolutely crazy week
so far, and she wasn’t completely sure what her next step should
be, or even if she should make one.

She knew that she’d been taking a
chance when she turned up at Tyler Morgan Inc. unannounced and
unexpected. Tyler James, the CEO of the company, had been at the
bar where she had worked a few nights prior, drowning his sorrows
and unknowingly letting Isobel know how rich he was, what company
he owned and how much a particular woman in his life was dragging
him down.

As she’d walked Tyler to his car, he’d
handed her his business card, and Isobel’s plan had started to
hatch. The following morning, dressed in her best office attire,
she had shown up at Tyler Morgan Inc. and waylaid him as he’d
arrived, telling him that he had offered her a job as his personal
assistant the night before.

Tyler had given her a list of
seemingly impossible tasks to do, and had been surprised at the end
of the day to find that she’d completed every one of them. But
Isobel’s triumphant relief had been short-lived when he revealed
that he’d known all along that she had lied about him offering her
a job, and then had proceeded to ‘punish’ her for her deception by
making love to her right there in his office.

And today, her second day there, she
had been taken to a private room, bent over a desk and spanked,
paddled and fucked to within an inch of her life once again by the
gorgeously sexy Tyler James. She knew she should have protested and
walked out as soon as his intentions became apparent, but she
hadn’t; she’d stayed and loved almost every minute of
it.

But, when he’d finished, Tyler had
coldly left her in the room, leaving her to get dressed and walk
back to his office feeling almost bereft and confused. Just before
she’d left, Isobel decided to see if she could find a clue as to
why he behaved the way he did, and when she rummaged through his
office desk, she found what could only be described as a wedding
band.

Isobel had assumed that he was talking
about his business partner or someone else at work when he’d talked
about the bitch he had to deal with, but after what she’d
discovered, she really wasn’t sure any more.

He hadn’t come across like the typical
married man she’d had to deal with in her job as a bartender, but
she guessed that it took all sorts to make the world go round. Her
dilemma now was whether she should continue working for him, and
more to the point, if she should turn him down if he wanted sex
again.

Isobel had a moral code that so far in
life she’d stuck to; and she was proud of that fact. But, there was
something about Tyler that touched her in ways that she’d never
been touched before. He turned her on, he drove her crazy and he
made her curious about so many things. She never would have thought
that she would actually like a man doing to her what he’d done
today. If any of her female friends had told her that they’d had it
done to them, Isobel would have told them to run like the wind and
never look back, because the guy was obviously an abusive
freak.

But now she’d experienced it for
herself, and knew without a shadow of a doubt that Tyler was not
abusive, and he was most definitely not a freak. So where did she
go from here?

Isobel turned onto her
street and pulled up in her driveway, barely noticing that she had
reached her destination. Turning the car off, she made her way into
her house, dropping her purse on the kitchen counter and making
straight for the bottle of vodka she kept in the cabinet above the
sink. Isobel normally never drank alone, and certainly not when she
had to be up for work the following morning. But, she really needed
something stronger than coffee right now, and besides, she wasn’t
even sure that she was
going
into work tomorrow.

She took the drink into her bedroom,
placing it on her bedside cabinet while she stripped off her
clothes. On her way into her bathroom, she caught sight of herself
in the full-length mirror and paused in surprise. Was that really
her? Her hair was disheveled, her face was flushed and her eyes had
a sparkle that she hadn’t seen or felt in a long time.

She smiled at her reflection, and
started to continue to the bathroom when a flash of pink caught her
eye. She turned her head back to the mirror, and with her body at a
sideways angle she could clearly see a deep pink imprint of a hand
on her ass. Mesmerized, she stared at it intently, almost as though
it alone held the answer to her predicament.

And in a way it did. She supposed that
the real question she should be asking herself was not whether she
should go back to work for Tyler tomorrow, but rather, did she
really want him to put his hands on her like that again? She had to
be honest with herself; despite her concerns that he may be married
because of the damn ring she’d found, the answer was a resounding,
‘Hell Yes!’

She’d worry about everything else as
and when it arose, so to speak.

The following morning Isobel dressed
with care, making sure that she had on clothes that she could
easily and quickly remove and put back on. She left her hair down
and flowing around her shoulders, remembering how Tyler had seemed
to like it that way the day before when he had removed her hair
pins. The minimum of make-up and a pair of high heels, and she was
ready for whatever the day would bring.

She made her way to work, frustrated
by the early morning traffic and was dismayed to arrive ten minutes
late. She reached her desk without anyone commenting on her
tardiness however, and she sat down and breathed a sigh of relief,
turning on her computer to check for any emails.

“My office, please Ms. Cairns.” Isobel
hadn’t heard his door open and almost jumped out of her seat when
she heard his gruff voice from behind her. He hadn’t shouted, but
she heard the sternness in his tone and knew that he was pissed off
at her. Standing up, Isobel smoothed down her skirt and squared her
shoulders, and taking a deep breath, she walked towards his
office.

She tapped on his door and entered the
room without waiting for a response. “You wanted to see me, Tyler?”
She made sure to keep her voice calm and pasted a smile to her
face, even though inside she was a bundle of nerves.

Tyler was sat at his desk reading
something, and didn’t even bother to look at her or even
acknowledge her presence. Isobel shifted nervously on her feet, not
knowing whether to repeat her question or just wait quietly, so she
just cleared her throat softly and stood there.

“You were late this morning.” He
finally spoke, but still didn’t lift his head to look at her.
“Why?”

“I’m so sorry, Tyler. I got
caught up in unexpected traffic.” She was apologetic, but there
really was nothing she could have done about it.
Trust him to bloody notice anyway,
she thought to herself.

He finally looked up from his desk,
and his eyes pierced hers in a look that showed her just how
annoyed he actually was. “You need to learn how to expect the
unexpected so that you can plan accordingly, Isobel.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice might
have been meek, but inside she was silently seething. How the hell
was she supposed to expect the unexpected? Surely that would make
it expected and not
un
expected? She really wasn’t in the mood to say as such to him
though, because she really didn’t want a lecture as he explained
his comment to her. “I obviously don’t expect to get paid for the
time I wasn’t here.”

“Well, seeing as how you’re salaried
and not paid by the hour, it would be quite difficult to amend your
wages accordingly.” His voice was now filled with sarcasm, and
Isobel inwardly cringed at the stupidity of her previous comment.
“However, you will need to pay back the time to the company.”
Isobel nodded, seeing it only fair that she stay over an extra ten
minutes to make up for the ten minutes lost this
morning.

Tyler smiled at her in a
way that could only be called predatory, and Isobel’s insides
quivered. She wasn’t sure if it was nerves or lust, but there was a
definite tremble going on inside her. “I don’t mean that you have
to pay the time back by working late, Isobel.” His smile widened as
Isobel’s face finally registered understanding exactly what
he
did
mean.
“Come with me, please.”

Isobel tried to hide the smile that
had spread across her face as she followed him out of his office.
She really did. But, judging from the way the other girls looked at
her as they passed by, she knew that she’d failed dismally. Oh
well, they could suck it up buttercup.