His Dirty Secret - The Billionaire's Affair - Hot BDSM Erotic Romance (7 page)

She had almost forgotten that she had been about to say something to him, but Isobel pulled herself away from concentrating on the feeling of his hand on her and concentrated on her words instead.

“To be honest, the spanking didn’t really do anything for me.” She felt herself blush at her words, and once again she couldn’t believe that they’d come from her mouth. “I mean, I know that it was supposed to be a punishment, and maybe it was supposed to turn me on as well, but it didn’t do either of those things.” She smiled cheekily. “Maybe I really am a hard ass.”

“Hmmm. Maybe I should rethink my tactics.” Tyler’s eyes twinkled down at her and he dropped another brief kiss on her upturned mouth. “Thank you for being so candid with me, Isobel. Unfortunately it leaves me in a little dilemma.”

She raised her eyebrows at him questioningly.

“Well, the spanking was supposed to have been a punishment for your deception in getting the job. Correct?” Isobel nodded slowly. “But, from what you have just said, it didn’t really work. So, the question I ask myself now is, if spanking won’t work, do I move onto the next thing?”

Crap. She hadn’t really thought that one through very well, had she? Isobel could have kicked herself, but there was nothing she could do now, and she definitely couldn’t take back what she’d said.

“I’m sure you’ll do whatever you feel is right, Sir.” Maybe if she sucked up to him he’d be lenient with her, she thought hopefully.

Tyler chuckled. “I always do, my dear. I always do.” He walked over to a shelf and removed something from it. With his back still to her, she watched as he squared his shoulders and took a deep breath. “Place yourself back over the desk please, Isobel.”

With a sigh she did as he asked, and wondered what he was going to do to her this time, and if it would have any kind of effect on her. She placed her upper torso on the desk with her feet planted firmly on the floor. She decided to be good this time and not try to peek at what Tyler had in his hand, especially as he had obviously decided to use something other than his hand as a punishment.

She felt his hand smoothing over her ass again, and she couldn’t help the little wiggle of her posterior that she gave. “Be still!” She stopped moving as soon as Tyler said the command, anticipation once again making her nervous, but not afraid.

There was the briefest of pauses, and then Isobel felt the air around her move and heard a ‘thwack,’ and her world exploded into stars. “Owww!” She couldn’t help the squeal that escaped her surprised lips, or the next one as in quick succession Tyler brought the implement down again.

The next strike hit her on the lower-most curve of her ass cheeks, catching her unawares and bringing tears to her eyes. She was also shocked to realize that it actually felt good, and her clit gave a little throb as it pulsed to life.

“How does that feel, slut?” She felt the warmth of Tyler’s breath against her face as he bent his head down close to her to ask the question.

“It f-feels…” Her words broke off as he smacked her again. “Good! It feels good!” She groaned as he did it again, this time on her left cheek, and her clit started to throb. “Oh, God!”

A few more ‘thwacks’ and Isobel felt her nipples pebble and her pussy-lips start to swell. She could feel moisture pooling and coating the tops of her legs, and her back was slick with perspiration. “Ohhh…” Tyler used what she had figured out was a paddle of some description with an ability that screamed of years of practice; knowing exactly where to hit and where to avoid to cause the most discomfort and arousal.

He eventually finished, and Isobel could have screamed at him to continue. It felt as though her ass was on fire, and his hands once again rubbed her skin, somewhat soothing it, but doing absolutely nothing to soothe the echoing heat of her pussy. Isobel felt as though she would die if she didn’t climax soon, but she instinctively knew that to ask him for release would be a big mistake.

“How did that feel?” His tone was gruff and she heard the unmistakable tinge of arousal as he spoke.

“It hurt.” She was breathless and aching, and wanted so much more than to simply be punished.

He laughed softly. “Do you think that is a more suitable punishment for you than spanking was, and if so, why?”

He had raised her upright again, and as he talked he turned her so that she was facing him. Before she could reply, he put a finger under her chin and lifted her head so that he could watch her face. “Remember to be totally honest with me, Isobel.”

She took a deep breath before speaking, aware that if her body was shaking, then so would her voice. “Yes, Sir, it is definitely a more suitable punishment, and a more effective one.” She knew he wanted to hear more than that, so she hesitantly continued. “It hurt a lot, but it wasn’t unbearable. In fact, the more you paddled me, the more I wanted.” She paused again. “I’m sorry, I should have said the more I
needed
, not wanted.”

“Continue.”

“As you were paddling me, I thought about my failings, and realized that deceiving you was not only wrong and unfair to you, but it was also doing us both a great disservice.” She felt herself blushing. “And the more you paddled, the more aroused I became, which was a punishment in itself because I knew that I would not be allowed to climax, which added a depth of frustration to my emotions.”

“Thank you, Isobel. Your honesty is refreshing. In fact, it’s extremely stimulating, as you can tell.” He looked down at his obvious hard-on and then looked up and smiled wryly. “Of course, that could also be the result of having a beautiful, naked woman in front of me.”

Isobel blushed at the praise. Without being conceited, she knew she was attractive. But, to hear someone like Tyler say that he thought she was beautiful was a definite ego boost.

“You’ve been suitably punished, I believe, Isobel, although you need to prepare yourself for the fact that you will undoubtedly be punished again in the future; on probably more than just a few occasions.” Isobel merely nodded, having fully expected that to be the case. “I think that you have earned a reward now.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Back up on the desk, Isobel. On your back this time, please.”

Isobel scrambled to do as he’d instructed, lying down with her arms to her sides and her legs parted so that Tyler could have easy access for whatever he had planned. She turned her head and watched as he shed his clothes, gulping as his magnificent cock finally came into view. Fully erect and huge, it was a feast for her eyes, and she licked her lips longingly, hoping that he would let her suck him.

Tyler took hold of her ankles, and gently pulled her towards him so that her legs hung off the edge of the desk from her knees down. He reached towards her with one hand, sliding it up her leg and coming to rest on her pubic mound. Isobel held her breath, willing him to do something, anything, to alleviate the almost desperate need she had to climax.

“You’re so wet already.” His words made her quiver. “Did your punishment arouse you this much, or is it the thought of me fucking you?”

As he spoke he slid a finger between her damp folds, parting her lips and opening her to his gaze. Isobel jumped slightly as his knuckle grazed across the hood of her engorged clit, and she felt an ache deep within her pussy that seemed to be growing with each passing second.

“Both, Sir.” Her answer was short, but it was honest and he showed his approval by sliding the finger inside her briefly before pulling it out and holding it to her mouth. Isobel opened her lips and sucked the offered finger inside, cleaning it dry of her juices before he withdrew it again.

She felt the heat of his cock a split second before she felt the weight of it brush up against her pussy, and she moaned in anticipation, her hips rising up slightly in a silent plea. Tyler took hold of his shaft and rubbed the head over her clit before positioning himself at her waiting hole. “Is this what my little slut wants?”

“Yes please, Sir.”

Without anything further being said, Tyler slid into her, impaling her with his length and filling her perfectly. Isobel moaned again, this time in pleasure as she felt the velvety steel of him deep within her. As he started to move and pull out of her, her inner muscles squeezed and contracted around him in protest, only to release him when he slammed back into her.

There was no gentleness this time; Tyler possessed her with a ferocity that consumed and delighted her. Her arms crept around his body to hold onto the taut muscles of his back, and her legs came up and locked behind his ass, holding him in place even though he obviously had no intention of leaving the warm confines of her pussy.

Sensations pulsated through her as she felt the ridges of his cock caress her and take her to heights she had never reached before, and as his head plunged into her time and again she held on and matched him stroke for stroke.

Tyler increased the pace, his stamina never-ending and his passion consuming her. His balls slapped against her asshole, and she felt the warm stickiness of her own juices coating him, making every movement slick and intense.

With her head thrown back in total abandon, Isobel completely forgot that they were at work, or that she had only met the man a few days prior. All she could think about was what he was doing to her and how she didn’t want him to stop.

“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.