His Dirty Secret - Slave To The Billionaire - Contemporary Erotic Romance (12 page)

She felt rather than heard
Tyler laugh behind her. “Relax, darlin’. I’m not going to go there
just yet.” Isobel breathed a sigh of relief. “But, I
am
going to enjoy it
soon.” He rubbed the head of his cock over her tightly puckered
asshole, and Isobel tensed up even more before realizing that it
actually felt good. Really, really good.

She moaned as he continued
to tease her ass, and Tyler chuckled softly, “Ah, my little slut
actually likes that, huh?”
Maybe he should
take advantage of the moment and start to break her ass in
now,
he mused.

With a soft mewl of
agreement, Isobel pushed back against him, wanting more
contact.
Needing
more contact. “Please, Tyler.”

“Please what, slut?” His
voice was gruff with passion, and Isobel pushed back against him
again, her ass brushing up against his hard shaft. Still tied up
and almost suspended in the armoire, her arms ached terribly; but
the ache between her legs was worse, and she would do
anything,
anything
, for him to alleviate her craving.

“Fuck me. Please!” Isobel knew that
she was begging, but she really didn’t give a shit. If she didn’t
feel him inside of her soon she was going to go insane.
“Please!”

Tyler rubbed his cock against her
again, the pre-cum that had gathered at the head mixing with her
own juices and making her slick and ready for whatever he chose to
do next. He pushed against her gently, and she felt her virgin ass
give slightly as though it was welcoming him home.

He moved away from her slightly, and
his finger moved to where his cock had been, circling around her
hole tantalizingly. Isobel held her breath as he slid his finger to
her pussy, rubbing it in the wetness and sliding back to her ass,
again and again, until she didn’t know whether to beg or scream.
Just when she thought that she couldn’t take any more, Tyler
slammed a finger into her slit, finding her G-spot with a precision
that astounded her. She felt her pussy start to pulsate and
contract around him as he used his finger to stimulate her. Her
breath was coming in short bursts as she fought for some kind of
control over a body that betrayed her every time he came
near.

Her orgasm was so close that she could
smell it, but just before she slipped over the edge into it, Tyler
pulled his finger out of her, leaving her moaning in protest. “No!
Oh God, Sir, please don’t stop!”

Tears were running down her face, and
even though he couldn’t see them because of her position in the
armoire, he heard them in her voice, and as he visualized them he
held back his groan of lust with difficulty. A woman crying for him
or his cock was the most beautiful and erotic thing to him; the
only thing that would have been better would be if she were on her
knees in front of him while she cried.

He reached up and undid first one hand
and then the other, allowing her arms to fall to her side. Gently,
he lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the armoire, his
hands holding her securely and rubbing over her tender skin firmly
but gently, loving the small moan of gratitude that escaped from
her lips.

When they reached the center of the
room, Tyler sat her on the rug, helping her into a kneeling
position with her legs still held securely in the spreader bar.
Still in a state of mind-numbing arousal, Isobel did as he bid her
do without question or objection, sinking as gracefully as possible
onto all fours with her sweat-soaked hair falling in a curtain
around her face.

Looking up at him, she begged with her
eyes for him to do something, anything, to alleviate the tremors
that ran through her body. She could honestly say that she had
never felt this turned on before in her life, but she was incapable
of taking care of the problem herself. She needed help now; and she
needed it from him.

Isobel chanced a look up at him,
unaware that her mascara had left black streaks under her eyes and
her hair was a disheveled mess. Looking down at her, Tyler didn’t
think he’d ever seen a more beautiful sight, and his cock lurched
impatiently, a bead of pre-cum stretching like elastic as it
dripped off the shiny mushroom-shaped head.

He took a step forwards and then sank
to his own knees, as his cock danced in front of her mesmerized
eyes. Isobel licked her lips greedily, praying that he would let
her suck him, and then maybe, hopefully, he would fuck her until
she came.

She watched as he wrapped his fist
around himself, his fingers and thumb not able to touch each other
because he was so big. Slowly he stroked himself, his hand coming
up to his tip and coating himself in his stickiness before sliding
back down his length; the veins standing out in stark contrast to
the darker colored head. He worked his hand up and down, becoming
wetter and harder with each stroke as he pumped himself, looking
down at her pleading eyes as she silently begged him to let her
suck him.

He nodded, and she couldn’t hold back
the smile that crossed her full lips as she tilted her head
forwards and opened her mouth to suck him into her warm moistness.
One dainty hand reached up to cup his balls while the other crept
around him to trace her nails over his firm buttocks as she pulled
him deeper into her. Tyler shivered as tingles pleasure ran up his
spine, and when she rolled her tongue around his girth he couldn’t
help the moan that escaped him.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her as
she knelt between his legs, her eyes never leaving his face as she
sucked him mercilessly. Tangling a hand in her hair, he moved his
hips and his cock touched the back of her throat, making her gag
and bringing fresh tears to her eyes. As her head bobbed up and
down on his length, he slowly pumped his hips, going deeper with
each thrust as the tempo picked up pace.

Without warning he pulled out of her
mouth, and Isobel moaned in protest. “Please, let me suck you,” she
gasped, her hands reaching for him again, but being smacked away by
his.

Tyler laughed at her greedy
desperation, but he didn’t give in to her pleas. “No, Isobel.” His
voice was gentle but firm. “Put your hands back on the
floor.”

Isobel hurried to do as instructed and
dropped back, grinding her pussy into the rug in an effort to
alleviate some of the pent-up pressure in her nether regions,
before leaning forwards and planting both hands firmly on the floor
in front of her. She pushed up with her knees and straightened her
back, leaving just her knees, feet and hands on the floor. Then she
waited, spread wide, trembling and aching, for whatever Tyler was
going to do next.

She didn’t have to wait long as she
felt the warmth of his hand once again rub over her still tender
ass cheeks. “I love the way I can mark you, but yet the marks fade
so quickly,” he murmured, almost to himself. Isobel yelped as he
brought his hand down onto her in a smack that made her skin flame
anew. A moan of longing escaped her as he spanked her one more
time, and then the moan changed to a sigh as he rubbed the sting
away.

She felt the heat coil deep within her
as he rubbed; her clit throbbed and her pussy ached, and Isobel
knew that there was nothing she could do except kneel there and let
him enjoy himself. And that was what turned her on so much; the
fact that he was enjoying using her body for his own carnal needs
and wants.

As Tyler continued to smooth his
roughened palm over her quivering ass, she couldn’t help but move
her body backwards into his touch, once again silently begging for
more.

“So wanton, so beautiful, and so damn
eager to please, aren’t you, my slut?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, which
was a good thing because Isobel didn’t think that she was capable
of giving one if her life depended on it. His hand was causing a
delicious tension inside of her, which was going to explode at any
minute.

He slid a finger back inside her and
Isobel almost lost any control she may have had as he withdrew it
and noisily sucked himself dry. “You taste so sweet.” She moaned
again at the thought of him eating her out, and then once again
forgot what she had been thinking when she felt him move in close
behind her.

She felt his finger glide over her
puckered asshole again, and her body automatically tensed up.
“Relax, darlin’. You know that you want this. It’s probably been
something that you’ve fantasized about, am I right?” Isobel
couldn’t answer him. “Isobel?” He prompted her again, and all she
was capable of doing was nodding.

He pushed his finger a little harder
against her, and her breath caught in her throat as her clit
lurched in response. “Does that feel good?” Tyler’s voice was
gruff, and Isobel thought that he could make her come just by
talking to her.

“Yes,” she whispered
hoarsely.

“Would you like me to continue?” He
was giving her a choice? That was a first, she thought
disjointedly.

“Please.” Almost as though her body
was giving its own answer, she pushed back against him, deepening
the pressure and moaning when his finger slid in a
little.

She had subconsciously been hoping
that he would move in close and fuck her; ass or pussy it really
didn’t matter at this point in time. She just wanted to feel him
inside of her. But Tyler obviously had other plans as he moved away
from her, much to her dismay. “No! Tyler, please don’t stop!” She
knew she sounded desperate, but she really didn’t care anymore. If
he didn’t fuck her soon she seriously thought she was going to
die.

To her relief he wasn’t away from her
for long, coming back to kneel at the side of her with his hand on
the small of her back, soothing her even as he escalated the fire
within her. “Shhh. Calm down, Isobel. I’m not leaving you like
this. I promise I’m going to take care of you.”

Isobel hiccupped, tears falling freely
down her face again. She didn’t think that she’d ever felt so
desperate before.

“I want you to try to breathe calmly,
okay?” Tyler had moved to behind her now. “I’m going to go slowly,
but it might still feel uncomfortable at first.”

She nodded as though she understood,
but in all honesty she had no idea what he was about to do. And she
really didn’t care so long as it involved him doing something,
anything, to alleviate the fire.

With her legs still in the spreader
bar, Tyler didn’t have to tell her to open them, and he had a clear
view of where he wanted to be. Her beautifully swollen sex was on
display, her pussy lips glistening with her juices and her clit
looked so inviting that his tongue itched to swirl around
it.

But that wasn’t what his aim was right
now. Now he wanted to break her ass in so that he could enjoy
sinking his cock into it at a later time. He knew he was too large
for her to be able to accommodate him inside it right now, but with
a little coaxing and patience she would be able to one
day.

Isobel felt the warmth of his fingers
as he slid them between her lips, finding her clit and making her
moan in response. He gently rolled a finger over the hood, sending
shockwaves of pure pleasure racing through Isobel’s body before he
plunged it deep inside her waiting slit, pulling it back out and
then plunging it deeper.

Isobel almost forgot to breathe as he
massaged her inner walls for what felt like an indeterminable
length of time, bringing her orgasm closer with each finger thrust
and flick of her clit. “Does that feel good, Isobel?”

She moaned in response, her body
pushing against him in another silent plea. Tyler laughed softly
and gave her a gentle swat on the rump. “Patience, darlin’,
patience.” He slid the tip of his finger over her sensitive
asshole, and pushed softly once more. “You are so ready, aren’t
you, Isobel?”

She didn’t even try to pretend that
she didn’t know what he was talking about, and she gave a small
kitten-like mewl of assent and pushed back against his hand
again.

Tyler reached for an object he had
placed on the floor along with a few other items. As Isobel felt
him push it against her slick pussy, she thought that it might be a
vibrator, and she moaned again, willing him to hurry up and put it
in her. She couldn’t remember a time when she’d ever felt so
desperate to be fucked, and she really didn’t care if it was by a
cock, a finger or a dildo.

She almost screamed with frustration
when he pulled the object away from her instead of inserting it.
“Please, Tyler!” She was panting, needing release but not being
allowed it. “Please!”

She was about to plead
again when she felt the cool hardness of the longed for item touch
her ass.
Was he going
to
…? Her thoughts trailed off as it became
very apparent that he
was
going to when he applied even more pressure and
she felt her ass give a little. “You said you weren’t going
to…”