His Dirty Secret - Slave To The Billionaire - Contemporary Erotic Romance (8 page)

“Y-yes, Sir”

Her reward made her forget to breathe
all over again, as he patted her pussy with the palm of his hand.
“Good girl.” Tyler then continued his journey of exploration of her
body as his hand made its way up over the flat plain of her belly
and around to her hip. “I love how womanly you are. I hate women
who are so skinny that all you can feel is bone.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Isobel’s voice
wasn’t quite a whisper, but it wasn’t far off.

“And these,” He cupped a huge palm
around the orb of her tit, his thumb and forefinger tweaking a
nipple and making her gasp, “Are delectable.” Isobel moaned as he
pinched the pebbled peak again. “Ah, does my little slut like
that?”

“Y-yes, Sir.” She gasped when he did
it again. “V-very much so.”

She heard Tyler’s footsteps move away
again, and strained once more to try and hear what he might be
doing. She turned her head in the direction he had taken, but still
couldn’t make anything out, try as she might. She didn’t have to
wait long for him to return, and once again she felt the warmth of
his hand on her breasts as he massaged first one tit, and then the
other, pinching and tweaking at her nipples until they ached in the
most delightful way, sending a frisson of awareness to her clit and
making it throb.

Her gasps of pleasure soon changed,
however, when she felt the coldness of something foreign to her up
against the tender skin, and then a sharp pain as whatever it was
was clamped down on her erect nipples. “Owww!”

“Shhh. The pain won’t last for long.
You’ll get used to the feel of nipple clamps, and the pleasure
you’ll feel when I remove them will be intense.” He paused for a
brief moment. “Do you need to use the safe word,
Isobel?”

The initial pain had already subsided,
and Isobel knew that it was nothing that she couldn’t handle. “No.
I’m fine.” Her voice was breathless, but confident.

“You’re such a good girl.” The warmth
she heard in Tyler’s voice overrode any discomfort she had felt and
made it worthwhile. Then she felt the coldness of another clamp
touching her other nipple, and tensed up all over again. This time
the pain wasn’t quite so bad, and Isobel wasn’t sure if it was
because she knew what to expect this time, or if her brain was
already acclimatizing to the feeling. Either way, she gave a quick
sigh of relief.

Her relief was short lived, however,
when she heard the unmistakable sound of a match being struck. Was
he going to burn her? In a panic, she started to struggle, pulling
on her restraints with absolutely no effect other than to tighten
them further.

“Banana! Banana!
Bananaaaa!”

Chapter Five

~

Isobel was yelling the word loudly,
praying that he would live up to his word and stop what he was
doing. She didn’t want to be burnt, she really, really
didn’t.

She felt the blindfold being lifted
from her eyes, and she blinked a couple of times to let her eyes
adjust. “It’s okay, Isobel.” Tyler was trying to soothe her. “Shhh.
Calm down, darlin’.” His hand stroked her hair and her breathing
slowed down to something resembling normal as she looked up into
his face.

“I d-don’t want to b-be burned,” she
whispered, the fear still very evident in her voice.

Tyler looked as shocked as he felt.
“Oh, baby. I would never do something so horrible to
you.”

Isobel hiccupped around a sob that
escaped. “B-but I heard a m-match.”

“I was just lighting a
candle, Isobel. I’m going to use the wax, but never, ever would I
use a flame on you. Why on earth would I want to mar your perfect
skin and cause you pain like that?” All the while he’d been
talking, his hand had been stroking back her hair, and as Isobel’s
fear receded she found that she liked the feeling of being petted.
She
really
liked
it.

“You were going to use wax on me?” Her
brain finally registered what he had said, but she still wasn’t
sure if she’d heard him right.

“I
am
going to use it on you, Isobel.”
His tone had gotten firmer, but he was still smoothing her hair,
which was good. “That’s if you decide to take back your banana?”
His eyes twinkled a smile at her, and Isobel felt herself smiling
back in return.

“I guess I did use it a little
quickly, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but that was because this is
all new to you and you didn’t know what to expect. I probably
rushed things, Isobel, and for that I’m sorry.” His tone was
contrite, and she felt herself relax some more. “How about I leave
the blindfold off so that you can see what I’m doing? It won’t be
quite so intense for you sexually, but you’ll still get pleasure
from it. I promise.”

She nodded her head slowly. “I think
I’d like that.”

Tyler reached behind her head and
undid the blindfold, pulling it completely free from her and
throwing it across the room. “I will use it in the future though,
Isobel, so you’re going to have to get used to it.
Okay?”

She nodded her head again. “Okay.” She
smiled mischievously. “Okay, Sir.”

Tyler laughed as he stood back up.
“Cheeky, sexy minx.”

Isobel watched as he picked something
back up, and when he turned she saw it was a pillar candle.
Striking a match, he lit the wick and she watched as the flames
danced in his eyes as he turned back to face her.

“Are you ready?” He held the candle
about twelve inches above her stomach and Isobel’s eyes widened
nervously, but she wasn’t afraid.

“Yes, Sir.” She whispered, and watched
as he tilted the candle slowly and a small pool of molten wax made
its way to the edge of the candle and dripped off. Isobel watched
with wide eyes as, almost in slow motion, the wax dropped onto her
stomach. She was surprised to realize that she hadn’t felt any
pain. It was more a case of intense heat, that actually felt quite
good, and she smiled up at Tyler triumphantly.

“You want more?” he asked her, his
voice now gruff with arousal.

She nodded her head. “Yes, please.”
And then, almost as an afterthought, she added. “Sir.”

Tyler let the candle drip again, this
time letting the wax fall onto a different spot on her stomach,
Isobel gasped, but again, it didn’t hurt her. He did it again in a
different spot, this time up her ribcage towards her breasts, and
she held her breath, but still no pain.

“Good girl.” Tyler’s voice was still
full of approval, and Isobel felt herself glow under his
praise.

The next drop of wax made her catch
her breath though, as he aimed it actually on her breast where the
flesh was softer. He moved across to the other one and gave it the
same treatment, and Isobel didn’t feel quite so
comfortable.

Tyler kept dripping the wax on her
skin, the hot, molten liquid quickly drying and molding itself to
her body as it coated it and quickly cooled. Isobel watched and
listened to the flame sizzle and flicker as he tilted the candle,
and then she looked down herself and gasped at the sight of the
hard white wax on her creamy skin.

He tilted the candle again, this time
moving down towards her pussy, and Isobel felt herself tense up all
over again. Was he seriously going to do what she thought he was? A
second later she had her answer, as he tipped the flickering candle
and a drop of wax landed directly on her swollen clit. A moan broke
free from her mouth as sensations like she’d never had before
rushed through her.

“Oh yes, that’s what you need. Right
there.” He let another drop hit her, the candle closer to her skin
this time, and Isobel felt her body raise up off the desk as she
inadvertently strained to get closer to him. “Such a good little
slut. You were made for this.”

She looked at him and as her
lust-filled eyes travelled up his body she took note of the bulge
that he made no effort to hide. This was turning him on just as
much as it was her, she thought in amazement. Tyler leaned down and
trailed his free hand up her leg from her knee to her thigh, and
then she gasped again as she felt him stroke her pussy lips,
sliding through her moistness and parting them even more than they
already were.

Tyler rolled his finger over her
wax-encrusted clit, and she felt it crack and fall away from her
sensitized nub. She moaned again as her rubbed a little harder, and
then she felt him pushing a finger inside her and she
unintentionally clenched around it with a gasp.

“You’re so wet, darlin’.” He hooked
his finger up; reaching for that special spot that he knew would
drive her crazy with lust. “Is this what you want, something inside
your sweet little cunt?”

Isobel made a sound that even to her
ears sounded like a kitten mewling. “Please.” Her voice was hoarse
and filled with lust.

“Please, what?” Tyler’s tone was
stern, and too late she realized that she’d forgotten to use the
proper words.

“Please, Sir.”

“I told you to make sure you addressed
me that way, didn’t I?” His voice was still harsh, but it wasn’t
mean or bullying, and Isobel felt her pussy contract around his
finger again in response. “Oh no. You don’t get to enjoy that when
you’ve been a bad girl.” Tyler promptly removed his finger, leaving
Isobel feeling empty.

Her moan soon turned to a howl as he
removed first one and then the other nipple-clamp, letting the life
and feeling flood into her nipples with a suddenness that brought
her to an instant orgasm. Chuckling softly, Tyler leaned down and
gently lapped at each nipple in turn, soothing the sting and making
her climax even more intense.

And as abruptly as her orgasm hit her,
Tyler stood up again, leaving her aching and quivering, longing to
feel his touch again in whatever capacity he chose fit to give
her.

She moaned in protest and then watched
as he walked to the end of the desk. Feeling him untie the silk
cord that bound her ankles, she was hopeful that maybe it was all
over and he would get down to the very serious business of fucking
her. When he moved to free her wrists as well, her hopes went up
even higher.

They were soon dashed though, when
Tyler pulled her off the desk, kissed her hard on the mouth and
then turned her around so that she was facing away from him.
Placing a hand on the back of her neck, he pushed her down so that
her upper body was flat on the table with her legs firmly on the
floor.

“Keep your legs straight and your ass
up!” He ordered, and Isobel felt herself quiver once more. With her
face down on the desk, she heard Tyler moving; zippers being
pulled, shoes being kicked off, and the rustle of clothing as it
hit the ground. She felt goosebumps rise up on her skin, and she
trembled with anticipation.

Tyler walked away and she heard a
drawer or cupboard being opened, then he walked back towards the
desk, and Isobel held her breath all over again.

“You do know that I have to
punish you, don’t you, Isobel?” Her head rose up off the desk and
she looked at him with a pretty scowl.
Removing the nipple-clamps hadn’t been punishment?
She thought it had been plenty punishment enough,
but he obviously had other ideas. “Remember, you can use the safe
word at any time and I’ll stop. There’s no shame in having to use
it, Isobel, and it will show me what your limits are with regards
to pain, pleasure and punishment.”

Isobel put her head back down and
braced herself for whatever was coming next. She didn’t know why,
but she wanted to please him more than she wanted to be pleased,
and if that meant taking his so-called punishment, then that’s what
she’d damn well do.

She felt the warmth of Tyler’s hand
rub against the smooth globe of her ass, and her spine stiffened
even while her insides turned to a molten puddle of lust. “You have
such a perfect ass.” His rich, deep voice was soothing and served
to add yet another dimension to what she was feeling.

All further thought was
pushed from her mind when she felt the unmistakable sting of his
hand connecting with her ass. “Ouch!” Okay, so it hadn’t hurt too
much, but it
had
taken her by surprise.

Tyler spoke again, and this time his
tone was informative; almost devoid of emotion. “When I punish you
with a spanking, you will count the number of the spanks and thank
me after each one. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.” Isobel was almost
breathless with excitement. If this was all a spanking was then she
knew she would be able to handle it with ease.