His Dirty Secret - The Billionaire's Affair - Hot BDSM Erotic Romance (11 page)

She turned from her desk to go to the ladies room and was brought up short by a cloud of expensive perfume and what originally felt like a huge dog being shoved into her hands.

“Don’t just stand there gawking, girl, hang my coat up. And be careful, it’s a genuine fox fur that cost more than you’ll make in your measly lifetime.” Isobel stared open-mouthed at the speaker, a tall leggy blonde, dripping in what were obviously real diamonds and a pure wool skirt suit that looked like it had come straight from the cat-walk in Milan. She was the epitome of female perfection, but even Isobel’s untrained eye could see that she’d had an obvious boob job, and her nose was too perfect for it to not have had some work done to it.

“Hello. I’m assuming that you do actually speak English?” The unknown female placed a slender hand on a boney hip and just stood there glaring at Isobel in frustration. Then she dared to clap her hands together condescendingly. “Chop chop! For heaven’s sake, Tyler really should have a word with the agency he uses, because you’re blatantly incapable of following simple orders. How on earth do you manage to even do the simplest of secretarial duties such as typing out letters and such?”

She waved her hands in a dismissal and turned her back before Isobel even had the chance to formulate a response. Silently seething, she threw the coat over the coat rack and went in search of Tyler. Just who the hell did the bitch think she was talking to her like that?

She knocked on Tyler’s office door, and at his prompt she opened the door and walked in, dismayed to see the obnoxious woman sat on the leather couch in his office. “I’m sorry to interrupt, Mr. James, but could I possibly see you for a second?” She kept her tone neutral when all she wanted to do was rant and rave about how the mysterious woman had treated her. She wasn’t usually a person to tell tales, but she was damned if she was going to simply stand back and take being treated like a second-class citizen.

A look crossed Tyler’s face that could only be described as relief. “Certainly, Ms. Cairns.” He stood up and walked towards her and then looked back at the woman draped on his couch. “Excuse me, Jessica. This shouldn’t take long, but it depends on what it is that Isobel needs.”

Isobel felt herself turning beet red when Tyler turned his head in her direction and actually winked at her. He knew exactly what it was that she needed, the smug bastard. And, judging by the snooty woman’s indignant expression, she had a good idea too although she didn’t actually say anything and just contented herself by giving Tyler a black look that would have had most men quaking in their proverbial boots.

“I would tell you to make yourself comfortable,” Tyler was addressing ‘Jessica’ again, “but you always do, so I won’t bother. I’ll be back when I’ve dealt with business.”

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Chapter Nine

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Tyler held the door open and Isobel preceded him out of the office, pausing to turn around and face him when he’d also exited and closed the door behind him. “I assume that that’s your wife?” She nodded her head in the direction of the door, with a thoughtful scowl that stirred Tyler’s loins and had him wanting to kiss the petulant look off her beautiful face.

“I wish I could say no, but unfortunately you’re correct in your assumption.” He started to walk off down the corridor, in the opposite direction to the rooms they had ‘played’ in previously, much to Isobel’s disappointment.

“She knows the other rooms up here, although she’s never been in them like you have.” Tyler explained, seeing the look that crossed Isobel’s face before she could disguise it. “I wouldn’t put it past her to come looking for us, but she’ll never think of looking in here because it’s totally beneath her.” He opened a door and Isobel walked past him into what was very obviously a cleaning closet and supply room.

She chuckled as she turned to face him when he closed the door behind them. “Yes, I’d say it’s definitely beneath her. I don’t think her mink would approve.” She grinned as Tyler laughed. Did he have any idea how much younger he looked when he actually smiled?

“I have to say that your wife is without a doubt, one of the snootiest, bitchiest women I’ve ever met in my life.” He probably didn’t want to hear that, but tough shit; it was the truth. “She practically threw her damn fur coat at me and then told me in no uncertain terms that I and my job were menial and unworthy.”

Tyler’s face took on a ruddy hue, and Isobel wasn’t sure if it was because of what she’d said or what his wife had said. “I’m sor…”

Isobel cut him off before he could even get the apology out of his mouth. It wasn’t his place to apologize for his wife, and it wasn’t him that had said those things to her and made her feel small and useless. She took the two steps she needed to bring her up close to him and reached up with her hands to grasp the lapels of his suit jacket, giving them a tug as she went on tiptoe and raised her face to his. Tyler bowed his head and her lips claimed his in a kiss that was as passionate as it was tender; tongues tangling and dancing and teeth gently nipping as they came together in the warmest embrace they’d shared so far.

Tyler’s hands tangled in her hair as their lips stayed locked together, and Isobel wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into her even more with a satisfied moan. They eventually came up for breath and slowly pulled apart, both of them flushed and panting.

Tyler opened his mouth to say something, but Isobel cut him off with another kiss as she took a hand and trailed it down the front of his muscular body; over his broad chest and across his washboard flat stomach, and lower still until she brushed over the top of his very obvious hard-on.

“I want you, Tyler. Now.” This time she wasn’t going to give him a chance to take control or take over. She wanted to make this something that he would remember as much as she would remember their previous times together.

She slid his jacket down off his shoulders and then slowly unbuttoned his crisp white shirt, pushing his hands away when he went to do it himself. “No. You just stand there and let me do it. Okay?” Tyler’s face was flushed as he looked down at her, but he didn’t say anything. He just stood there silently while she removed his shirt and then moved on to undoing his pants.

Before she slid them down, she turned her attention back to his mouth; that beautiful mouth that had barked orders at her and brought her to earth shattering climaxes so easily. She raised her face for another kiss, and their mouths once again explored each other’s lips, banking the flames of their blatant desire for each other and sending them into a spiral of unadulterated pleasure.

Her hands went back to the waistband of his pants and she pushed them and his boxers down over his hips, letting his erect cock spring free and proud. She cupped her palm over his head, massaging in the moisture and making him hiss in a breath as she kissed him again.

Their tongues tangled together again and she sighed into his mouth. As though it had been an unspoken comment between them, the kiss changed course, turning from passionate to tender, aggressive to gentle. This kiss meant something that neither of them understood, and it was an embrace that neither of them was inclined to end.

Isobel’s free hand went to his face, her palm on his cheek with her thumb stroking his jaw. The air positively hummed with emotions that they were too far gone to decipher, and as his hand went to the small of her back to pull her into him, Isobel gave up even trying to understand what was going on here.

Pulling away from him, Isobel removed her clothes quickly; she wanted to feel his skin next to hers and they were causing too much of a barrier. Then she sank to her knees in front of Tyler, pulling away from him when he tried to entwine his fingers in her hair and pull her head onto his shaft.

“No, Tyler. This time I’m calling the shots.” She looked up into his face, smiling at the frustration and longing she saw there. “It’s okay. I promise you’ll like it.”

She turned her attention back to his body and leaned her head forward to close the gap between them and placed a gentle kiss on the head of his cock. Her tongue probed his slit and she took hold of his length and parted her lips wide, sliding her mouth down over his head. Swirling her tongue up and over the tip she started to slowly slide her fist backwards and forwards over his length.

She moaned appreciatively, the vibrations making his cock twitch delightfully in her mouth, wringing an answering tug from her pussy. Looking up at his face once more, Isobel moved her mouth away from him long enough to slide her tongue over the palm of her hand, and then returned to stroking him, up and over his head and down his shaft, pulling his skin tight and making him catch his breath.

She bobbed her head forward and slowly sucked him into her mouth, her lips tightening around him and creating a seal as her tongue lapped at the underside of his cock and probed his velvety ridges, delighting in the drop of pre-cum he rewarded her with. With her cheeks hollowing, she sucked on his bulbous head as her own started to bob up and down. Her hands moved in time with her mouth, stroking from his base and then up to touch her lips before sinking back down. Again and again she sucked and stroked, looking up at him and keeping her eyes locked onto his; letting him know that, for now, she was in charge.

Tyler looked down at her with an expression of wonder and lust. He wasn’t used to giving up control like this; generally preferring that his women do what he wanted when he wanted. But he certainly wasn’t complaining or trying to stop Isobel as her mouth and hands worked their magic on him.

He knew he could take back that control at any time, but for now he contented himself with placing his hands on either side of her head, his fingers running through her hair gently before he grasped her more firmly. He moved his hips back slightly, withdrawing from her pouty mouth, and Isobel had just a few seconds to comprehend what he was about to do.

Still looking up at him, she gave an imperceptible nod, giving him the go ahead and letting him know that it was what she wanted him to do. Tyler grinned down at her and thrust forwards, his hands holding her head in place while he forced his cock into her mouth, making her gag as she adjusted to his size. He pulled away and gave her time to breathe, and she nodded up at him again in a silent ‘
do it’
, and he pushed forward again, deeper still, and Isobel consciously relaxed and swallowed, allowing him to slide past her throat.

Her mouth was stretched as wide as it could go to allow for his thickness, and she pushed up with her tongue so that she could lap at the underside of his cock as he thrust into her mouth, feeling a victorious thrill as she realized that the fingers she had wrapped around him were touching her lips. She had managed to swallow his whole shaft, and the feeling of pride that filled her was almost overwhelming.

Tyler groaned as he paused with his cock still firmly embedded in her throat. “Fuck, Isobel. That feels so damn good.”

Spurred on by his praise, Isobel felt her clit throb and swell as she knelt in front of him. Her free hand came up to curl around his balls as she continued to suck him, gently squeezing and massaging the sensitive fullness as her head bobbed up and down and his cock slid in and out of her greedy mouth. She’d never realized that she could feel so powerful doing this and the fact that they were locked in a closet didn’t even cross her mind.

Tyler was shaking, his legs trembling and a sheen of sweat coated his skin. Their eyes stayed locked on one another as she ministered to him lovingly and masterfully, the tops of her thighs wet with her own longing, but her determination to take her time and to show, rather than tell him what she felt, made her carry on.

As she felt his balls shift and tighten, she knew that if she didn’t stop now it was going to be over all too soon, so she reluctantly licked at him one more time before pulling her mouth away and sitting back on her heels, smiling as he gave a moan of protest.

“It sucks doesn’t it?” she asked softly, and as he rose an eyebrow to question what she meant she smiled up at him innocently. “To have the control taken away from you and not be able to do what you want.”

Tyler’s breath was coming in short bursts as he fought to calm himself down. It was obvious that she wasn’t ready for him to come yet, and seeing as he was enjoying himself so much, he wasn’t inclined to disagree or argue with her.

“Yeah, it does suck. But you know that I’ll have my revenge on you sooner or later.” He grinned down at her sexily, and Isobel chuckled softly.

“Maybe you will and maybe you won’t. But I haven’t finished having fun with you yet.” She straightened her back and gave a small gasp as her pussy grazed the floor beneath her knees. Tamping her own desire down, she placed a delicate hand on each of his ankles, her fingers dancing over his skin as she moved them upwards to stroke at his legs.

She bypassed his cock this time and moved straight to his abdomen, trailing her nails over his stomach and loving the small gasps and moans he seemed incapable of holding in. She continued on her journey of discovery, realizing that she’d never been able to take the time before to really explore and learn his body. Her fingers reached his chest and once again danced through the smattering of hair she found before turning her attention to his small nipples, teasing him as she gently pinched and tweaked then; pulling her nails over them and loving the way they hardened and pebbled beneath her touch.

“You’re driving me crazy, Isobel.” His voice was hoarse, and she quickly glanced at his face, noting that his color was high and his eyes had darkened.

“Tough.” The one word response was more than enough to let him know that she wouldn’t be rushed, and she returned her attention to his body, looking down as his cock jumped against her belly. Her hand wrapped around it again, the heat she felt finding an answering one in her core.

“I know that you have to get back to your wife, Tyler, but I don’t think I can wait until after your meeting with her.” She knew she sounded needy, but hell, she
was
needy. She needed to feel him inside of her and she needed to come so badly she could scream. But she didn’t want or need to rush this experience, because she didn’t think he’d ever give her the chance to simply fuck him rather than have him dominate her.

Tyler couldn’t have denied Isobel whatever she wanted if his life had depended on it. She looked so beautiful and strong, and at this moment in time he would have given her the moon on a stick if she’d asked for it.

Luckily for him, the moon on a stick wasn’t what Isobel had in mind. What she wanted was for
her
to be on
his
stick, but she wanted to build the anticipation up to a level that neither of them had experienced with each other yet.

Isobel noticed a bucket in the corner of the closet and pulled it towards her and turned it upside down. Then she sat down on it, looked up at Tyler and spread her legs wide. “I want to feel your tongue on me, Tyler.” She wished that she sounded more confident, but her voice came out on a whisper so it sounded more like a plea than a request. She gave a little cough to clear her throat. “I want to feel your tongue on my pussy.”

Tyler groaned at her directness. The only time he’d ever heard her be so vocal was when he was making her do things, and he liked this side of her. He liked it very much.

He went down to his knees and scooted towards her, putting his hands on her knees and pushing her legs even wider apart. His eyes feasted on her bare pussy and Isobel leaned back against the cold wall of the closet so that she could watch him.