His Dirty Secret - The Billionaire's Affair - Hot BDSM Erotic Romance (13 page)

Tyler picked the pace up even more, his thrusts were longer and deeper and his hands on her hips pulled her back onto him every time he pushed into her. Isobel came, calling out his name breathlessly and clawing at the wall in front of her as she tried to hold on to anything that would support her shaking legs.

She knew that Tyler hadn’t come yet; he was still rock hard and embedded deep inside her while he waited for her to catch her breath and calm down. But if he thought that he was going to fuck her until he ejaculated, he was in for a surprise, because Isobel still wasn’t finished with him. Not yet.

With her legs still trembling, she pulled away from him and turned around to face him. Taking hold of Tyler’s arms, she turned them both around so that he was now in her place standing against the wall. He didn’t say a word; he just stood there looking at her with a quizzical smile on his face.

Isobel looked down his gorgeous male body, taking in the sheen of sweat that coated his skin and the muscles that flexed as her eyes looked him up and down. “Would it be beneath you to lie on the floor?” She smiled cheekily up at him. “There’s something I want to do with you.”

Tyler looked around the small space they were standing in, and then he moved a few things out of the way with his foot and lowered himself to the ground. He couldn’t help smiling at her as he looked up. She was a magnificent sight in her nakedness, standing over him and biting her lip as she concentrated on what she was going to do next.

He’d thought that she was going to suck him again, but he realized how wrong he’d been in his assumption when she turned to face his feet and then lowered herself down over his face. He looked up into the deliciousness of her sopping pussy, and his cock jerked, her juices making it glisten and shine as it begged for attention.

As she placed her knees on either side of his body, her pussy came towards his face and he put his tongue out to greedily accept the treat that she offered him. He licked her slit from clit to lips while his hands gripped her buttocks and pulled them apart to open her wide for him.

Isobel moaned as his tongue sent tingles of pleasure running through her. She bent at the waist and sucked his cock in between her lips, giving him the same treatment as he was giving her. Her movements alternated between stroking him with her hand and sucking him as deep into her mouth as she possibly could, relishing the sounds of pleasure he was making while he licked and sucked at her slit.

Her concentration was periodically broken when he would flick at her clit with his tongue, or nibble at her swollen labia, but she was determined that she wasn’t going to stop and made an effort to disrupt his movements by swirling her tongue over and under his knob or gently sucking his balls into her mouth one at a time.

It rapidly became a competition to see who would break first, with neither of them willing to back down and neither of them wanting to win just yet either. Tyler knew that Isobel was close to climaxing again by the way her breath caught in her throat and her legs shook on either side of his head. And Isobel knew that Tyler was fighting his own orgasm, because every now and again he would bite down a little harder or suck her clit in between his lips to try and put her off what she was doing.

And then it was game over, as Isobel was rocked by another climax that had her shuddering and soaking his face while he happily lapped up her juices. And what his tongue missed, his probing fingers didn’t as he delved deep inside her and then licked her sweetness off them.

All the while her orgasm was raging through her, Isobel had made sure that she didn’t stop paying attention to Tyler’s cock, stroking it with a shaking hand rather than sucking it because she was afraid that she would have bitten down without even thinking about it. While she gasped for breath, her hand stroked his length absentmindedly, twisting around the soft steel of him and pulling the skin back away from his head.

Mere moments later, Tyler moaned out loud and Isobel could feel his body tensing up beneath her. He put a hand on the small of her back and pushed Isobel forwards, urging her to take him in her mouth again. And she happily obliged, opening her mouth and clamping her lips around him just in time to catch the first jet of cum, and loving the feel as it hit the roof of her mouth.

Stream after stream of warm stickiness shot into her mouth, and Isobel tried her damndest to make sure she tried to swallow every last drop of goodness. As he spilled his seed into her mouth, she devoured him and moaned appreciatively, licking her lips and wiping up the drop that had dribbled out onto her chin and then sucking her fingers clean.

She swung herself over and off Tyler and then collapsed onto the floor next to him; the confines of the closet meaning that she had to lay so close to him that they were touching. Their heads turned to look at each other simultaneously, and they both smiled shakily as they got their breath back.

“What the hell was that all about?” Tyler turned over onto his side and leaned up on one arm, propping his head on his elbow while he looked down at her quizzically.

Isobel smiled up at him innocently. “Why did it have to
be
about something, Tyler?” She kept her voice neutral, but inside she was wondering why he thought that she might have an ulterior motive. Maybe it was because everybody always seemed to treat him like a mercenary business man with a deep and never-ending wallet. But Isobel saw past all that. It was definitely past time that he was treated like a regular man, even if that meant standing up to him, defying him, doing what she wanted and not what he insisted on. She held in a chuckle when she realized that defying him was actually what he enjoyed, because then he could punish her.

“Couldn’t it have merely been about two consenting adults sharing a little private time to enjoy each other for no reason other than pleasure
in
each other?” she asked, curiously.

“It could be, but in my experience it’s very unlikely.” Isobel could have wept at how serious he was, and wondered if he’d ever been allowed to have fun as a little boy. Or even as an adult, for that matter.

“Well not this time, Tyler.” She made sure that she sounded as sincere as she felt. “I wanted you. It’s as easy as that.”

His laughter was rich and almost carefree, and Isobel couldn’t help but feel a little guilty because she hadn’t been completely truthful with him. “And what Isobel wants, Isobel gets. Right?”

Now it was her turn to laugh. “Do the words pot, kettle and black have any meaning whatsoever for you?” Tyler reached out and gave her hair a tug in retaliation for her cheek, and Isobel’s heart gave a little lurch at the small hint of the playful man he could be if he was only given half a chance. “Besides, you’re guilty of getting what you want all the time from what I’ve seen in the short amount of time I’ve known you.”

“Hmmm. But unlike everyone else, you don’t give in quite so easily, do you, Isobel?” He smiled lazily at her, and she grinned back.

“Nope. Although I did let you get away with a lot more than I would usually let a man get away with.”

Tyler chuckled again. “Now I know that you’re not complaining, because I distinctly recall you begging me for more on more than one occasion.”

Feigning indignation, Isobel playfully punched him on his arm. “A gentleman would have never dared to say something like that to a lady.”

“I’ve never pretended to be a gentleman, and I dare to do and say a whole lot more than that, as you well know.” His eyes had darkened again and Isobel felt a movement against her leg and looked down. She watched in amazement as his cock started to stir back to life, going from flaccid to semi-hard before her eyes.

“Seriously, Tyler?” She knew her tone was incredulous. “You’re ready to go again already?”

“Sweetheart, I’m always ready to go whenever I’m around you.” She felt herself blush at his offhanded compliment. “But, I really should get back to my office and see what Jessica wanted to see me about.” He got to his feet as he talked and reached a hand down to help Isobel stand.

They got dressed in silence, each lost in their own thoughts as the mood was well and truly broken. Before they left the small room, Tyler pulled Isobel around and gave her a kiss that was so gentle that it left her quite emotional.

“You go on ahead, Tyler.” Isobel knew her voice was a little wobbly as she fought back tears again, but she hoped that he would just think it was due to the aftermath of the passionate sex session they’d just had. “It will look a little too obvious if we walk back together.”

Tyler looked at her closely, no doubt sensing that something was wrong but not being able to put his hand on exactly what. “I really don’t give a damn what people think, Isobel. You should know that by now.”

“Oh, I do know it. But you’re the man who bought out a complete restaurant so that people wouldn’t see us, and your wife is sat in your office just down the hallway, probably wondering where we are and what we’ve been doing for so long.” Always the voice of reason, Isobel didn’t enjoy reminding him about his spouse. But she really needed a few minutes alone to compose herself before seeing anyone else.

Tyler did as she asked and left before her, leaving her alone to pull herself together. She had only been working for Tyler for a few days, but then she’d only actually known him for a few days. But it felt as though she’d always known him even while it felt like she didn’t know him at all. And the very real probability was that she would never get the chance to get to know him now. Not after today.
 

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Chapter Ten

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Isobel took her time composing herself and wished that there was a mirror in the closet so that she could check her make-up and hair. It was going to be blatantly obvious what she had been doing to any of the other women who worked here, and while she really didn’t give a shit for her own sake, she didn’t want Tyler to have to deal with any kind of bitchy backlash.

She finger-combed her hair and took a deep calming breath before squaring her shoulders and walking out of the closet, pointedly ignoring the looks she received from the other secretaries and office staff as she returned to her desk and sat down.

She turned on her computer and decided to work through the days tasks to pass the time. She needed to talk to Tyler once his wife had left, and she’d rather occupy her time by doing what she was actually paid to do rather than just sit there twiddling her thumbs.

Numerous phone calls, a multitude of letters typed up and memos sent out to the relevant people, and Isobel had finished everything on the list. But Tyler was still firmly ensconced in his office, and his wife hadn’t left yet.

She was just about to give up, write him a note and go home, when she heard his office door open and the shrill shrewish tone of Tyler’s wife. “I really do not care, Tyler. I’ve made my decision and I won’t hear anything else said about the matter.”

Isobel couldn’t hear Tyler’s response, but she also didn’t see him walk his wife out of his office either and she couldn’t help her smug smile. He always held the door open for her whenever she left. Jessica strode over to Isobel’s desk, her snooty expression making her attractive features seem somehow ugly.

“Where did you put my coat? And you had better hope that you hung it somewhere secure, because if it’s damaged in any way the cost is coming out of your wage.” She dared to wag a long skinny finger in Isobel’s face and Isobel had to grit her teeth to refrain from slapping it away and telling the woman that she was not some skivvy and she most certainly did not appreciate being pointed at like a bloody dog.

Instead she calmly stood up and without saying a word walked to the coat rack to retrieve her boss’s wife’s dead animal coat, holding it out to the woman with barely concealed disdain. “Here you are, Mrs. James.” The stuck-up bitch had the audacity to turn her back on Isobel and hold her arms back for the coat to be draped across her shoulders, but Isobel refused to play those kind of ‘Me mistress, you slave’ game. Instead she walked around to the front of Jessica and promptly thrust the coat at her. “I’ll let you put it on in case I do it wrong. I’d hate to damage your fox in any way, and my measly wage couldn’t afford to pay you for it.”

“Well really!” Mrs. James was pissed off to say the least, but Isobel stood her ground. “You can expect to be severely reprimanded for your attitude young lady. I’ll have a word with my husband and instruct him to take you to task.”

Isobel just smiled sweetly, secure in the knowledge that Tyler had already taken her to task on a few occasions, and he certainly hadn’t needed any prompting from his wife. “Have a nice day, Mrs. James. I’m sure you know your way out by now.” And with that she turned away from the blasted woman and sat back down at her desk, ignoring the affronted, ‘Well really!’ that she heard being muttered as Jessica walked away.

Still silently fuming, but secretly happy that she’d managed to not only get one up on Jessica but had also managed to piss the woman off in the process, Isobel shuffled a few papers around on her desk, put pens back in the drawer, sealed a few envelopes and then sat there trying to pluck up the courage to go in and see Tyler.

Eventually she checked the time and realized that if she didn’t go and see him now it would be too late. She shut down her computer, pushed her chair under her desk and had one last quick check to make sure that everything was in order on her desk and that all tasks had been completed. Then she walked the short distance to Tyler’s office and knocked on the door.

She hadn’t been this nervous when she scammed her way into a job here, so she couldn’t understand why her legs were shaking and her mouth was dry as she entered the room at his commanding, “Come.”

Tyler looked up from his desk with a look of irritation, but his expression swiftly changed when he saw that it was her that needed his attention. “Hey, Isobel. What can I do for you?” His grin was sexy, and Isobel had no doubt as to what was going through his mind.

She shifted nervously on her feet and cleared her throat before she could actually say anything back to him. “Can we talk, Tyler?”

His grin quickly changed to a look of concern as he stood up and walked around his desk towards her. “Of course we can. What’s wrong?” He frowned darkly. “Did my wife say something else to upset you? I’ll have a word with her and make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

Isobel held a hand up to reassure him that that wasn’t what she needed to talk about. “No. It’s got nothing to do with Jessica. Well, not directly anyway, although I suppose in a way it does.” She snapped her lips together to shut herself up, aware that she was rambling on.

Isobel took another breath and started again. “Do you remember earlier on when we were, um, after we, in the closet after we…” Her words trailed off as a stain of embarrassment flooded her cheeks. This was going to be more difficult than she’d thought.

Tyler stopped her before she could say anything else. “Come and sit down, Isobel. I can see that this is something that has you worried, so let’s at least get comfortable to talk.” He walked towards the leather couch and sat down; patting the cushion next to him to indicate that she should sit there.

Isobel settled herself next to him and tried to compose herself. No matter how she worded this, she knew it wasn’t going to be taken well. But it was something that she felt too strongly about to simply not do or say anything at all.

She turned to face him and the worried look on his face took her breath away. She never would have thought that the arrogant Mr. James would have ever worried about what anyone had to say to him, regardless of what it may be about. It almost made her stop and think twice about what she was about to do, but after a brief hesitation she knew that she had no other option if she was to stay true to herself and her beliefs and morals.

She started to talk again, the resolution she felt making her voice calmer and much easier to vocalize what she needed to say. “You asked me earlier, when we’d finished making love in the closet, what it had been for.” He nodded slowly, obviously not daring to talk in case he stopped her train of thought. “I lied to you, Tyler. I told you that it was nothing more than two people enjoying each other. Which it was, but there was more to it than just that.”

At her slight hesitation, Tyler prompted her softly. “I’m listening.”

“What we’ve shared in the brief time I’ve been working for you has been intense, Tyler.” She felt herself blushing again but pushed herself to continue. “You’ve shown me a different side to myself and what I like on a sexual nature, and it’s certainly been an eye-opener.”

He smiled down at her. “You’re a natural sub, Isobel. Believe me; the pleasure hasn’t been all one-sided on your part.”

Isobel smiled back at him, but even though she felt a strange sense of pride at his words, she also felt enormously sad too. “It can’t carry on, Tyler.” There was no point her beating about the bush. She just needed to come out and say what needed to be said. “Whatever we’ve shared, whether it be in a professional or personal basis, doesn’t change the fact that you’re married. And I can’t be with a man who’s committed to another woman.”

She felt tears well up and struggled to keep them under control and not let them fall. She had to stay resolute in order to get her point across. “I’m so sorry, Tyler, but what we did today was my way of saying goodbye. I won’t be coming back to work here so I won’t be seeing you again once I leave today.”

Tyler hadn’t said a word. He’d just sat there listening to her with an intense look on his face. Isobel wasn’t even completely sure that she’d got her point across properly or if he’d understood her, but there was nothing left to be said.

She stood up from the couch and looked down at him as he sat there. He wasn’t even looking at her, and Isobel could feel the coldness in his demeanor. She hesitated for just a second longer and then turned away.

“Goodbye, Tyler.” Her parting words were said as she exited his luxury office, her legs still shaking and her heart racing.

Isobel collected her coat and bag and rode the elevator to the ground floor, getting in her car and arriving home without any recollection of how she got there. She almost felt bereft, which was crazy considering that she’d only know Tyler for such a short space of time. But he had made a huge impact on her, and it was one that she knew she wouldn’t forget any time soon.

She parked her car and walked into her house, dropping her bag onto the kitchen counter and heading straight for the fridge. It was only six o’clock, but she needed a drink, and coffee just wasn’t going to work. She poured herself a glass of wine and made her way to the living room, collapsing down onto the couch as though all the air and energy had been knocked out of her.

She took a grateful sip of her drink, and then sat there in the dark for what seemed like hours. She went to take another sip of her wine and realized her glass was empty, and as she stood up to go and get a refill, moisture landed on her arm. With surprise she rubbed at her face, realizing that she was actually crying, which was something that she very rarely, if ever, did. With the realization that she was so emotionally upset about the thought of not only not going to work tomorrow, but not seeing Tyler again, she completely broke down and buried her face in the cushions of the couch while she sobbed.

Eventually the tears subsided and she pulled herself together. She poured herself another glass of wine and then gave her best friend a call to invite her over. She really didn’t want to be alone with her thoughts until she was tired enough to fall asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.