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With a sinking feeling she reached into the drawer and picked up the object, holding it up and inspecting it even though she already knew in her heart what it was. In her hand was a simple white gold wedding band.

Isobel looked at it closely while her mind raced off in what felt like a million directions. Then she carefully placed it back in the drawer and put the papers back on top of it before closing the drawer carefully.

As she turned off the lights and made her way out of Tyler’s office, she straightened her back and squared her shoulders. She had some serious thinking to do. Had she bitten off more than she could chew, or was her new boss just what the doctor ordered?

One thing she did know; tomorrow was going to be an interesting day.

~

Chapter Six

~

Isobel’s head was in a whirl as she made her way home. Her ass was sore as well, which all added to her feelings of confusion, excitement and post-coital high. It had been an absolutely crazy day. Hell, it had been an absolutely crazy week so far, and she wasn’t completely sure what her next step should be, or even if she should make one.

She knew that she’d been taking a chance when she turned up at Tyler Morgan Inc. unannounced and unexpected. Tyler James, the CEO of the company, had been at the bar where she had worked a few nights prior, drowning his sorrows and unknowingly letting Isobel know how rich he was, what company he owned and how much a particular woman in his life was dragging him down.

As she’d walked Tyler to his car, he’d handed her his business card, and Isobel’s plan had started to hatch. The following morning, dressed in her best office attire, she had shown up at Tyler Morgan Inc. and waylaid him as he’d arrived, telling him that he had offered her a job as his personal assistant the night before.

Tyler had given her a list of seemingly impossible tasks to do, and had been surprised at the end of the day to find that she’d completed every one of them. But Isobel’s triumphant relief had been short-lived when he revealed that he’d known all along that she had lied about him offering her a job, and then had proceeded to ‘punish’ her for her deception by making love to her right there in his office.

And today, her second day there, she had been taken to a private room, bent over a desk and spanked, paddled and fucked to within an inch of her life once again by the gorgeously sexy Tyler James. She knew she should have protested and walked out as soon as his intentions became apparent, but she hadn’t; she’d stayed and loved almost every minute of it.

But, when he’d finished, Tyler had coldly left her in the room, leaving her to get dressed and walk back to his office feeling almost bereft and confused. Just before she’d left, Isobel decided to see if she could find a clue as to why he behaved the way he did, and when she rummaged through his office desk, she found what could only be described as a wedding band.

Isobel had assumed that he was talking about his business partner or someone else at work when he’d talked about the bitch he had to deal with, but after what she’d discovered, she really wasn’t sure any more.

He hadn’t come across like the typical married man she’d had to deal with in her job as a bartender, but she guessed that it took all sorts to make the world go round. Her dilemma now was whether she should continue working for him, and more to the point, if she should turn him down if he wanted sex again.

Isobel had a moral code that so far in life she’d stuck to; and she was proud of that fact. But, there was something about Tyler that touched her in ways that she’d never been touched before. He turned her on, he drove her crazy and he made her curious about so many things. She never would have thought that she would actually like a man doing to her what he’d done today. If any of her female friends had told her that they’d had it done to them, Isobel would have told them to run like the wind and never look back, because the guy was obviously an abusive freak.

But now she’d experienced it for herself, and knew without a shadow of a doubt that Tyler was not abusive, and he was most definitely not a freak. So where did she go from here?

Isobel turned onto her street and pulled up in her driveway, barely noticing that she had reached her destination. Turning the car off, she made her way into her house, dropping her purse on the kitchen counter and making straight for the bottle of vodka she kept in the cabinet above the sink. Isobel normally never drank alone, and certainly not when she had to be up for work the following morning. But, she really needed something stronger than coffee right now, and besides, she wasn’t even sure that she was
going
into work tomorrow.

She took the drink into her bedroom, placing it on her bedside cabinet while she stripped off her clothes. On her way into her bathroom, she caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror and paused in surprise. Was that really her? Her hair was disheveled, her face was flushed and her eyes had a sparkle that she hadn’t seen or felt in a long time.

She smiled at her reflection, and started to continue to the bathroom when a flash of pink caught her eye. She turned her head back to the mirror, and with her body at a sideways angle she could clearly see a deep pink imprint of a hand on her ass. Mesmerized, she stared at it intently, almost as though it alone held the answer to her predicament.

And in a way it did. She supposed that the real question she should be asking herself was not whether she should go back to work for Tyler tomorrow, but rather, did she really want him to put his hands on her like that again? She had to be honest with herself; despite her concerns that he may be married because of the damn ring she’d found, the answer was a resounding, ‘Hell Yes!’

She’d worry about everything else as and when it arose, so to speak.

The following morning Isobel dressed with care, making sure that she had on clothes that she could easily and quickly remove and put back on. She left her hair down and flowing around her shoulders, remembering how Tyler had seemed to like it that way the day before when he had removed her hair pins. The minimum of make-up and a pair of high heels, and she was ready for whatever the day would bring.

She made her way to work, frustrated by the early morning traffic and was dismayed to arrive ten minutes late. She reached her desk without anyone commenting on her tardiness however, and she sat down and breathed a sigh of relief, turning on her computer to check for any emails.

“My office, please Ms. Cairns.” Isobel hadn’t heard his door open and almost jumped out of her seat when she heard his gruff voice from behind her. He hadn’t shouted, but she heard the sternness in his tone and knew that he was pissed off at her. Standing up, Isobel smoothed down her skirt and squared her shoulders, and taking a deep breath, she walked towards his office.

She tapped on his door and entered the room without waiting for a response. “You wanted to see me, Tyler?” She made sure to keep her voice calm and pasted a smile to her face, even though inside she was a bundle of nerves.

Tyler was sat at his desk reading something, and didn’t even bother to look at her or even acknowledge her presence. Isobel shifted nervously on her feet, not knowing whether to repeat her question or just wait quietly, so she just cleared her throat softly and stood there.

“You were late this morning.” He finally spoke, but still didn’t lift his head to look at her. “Why?”

“I’m so sorry, Tyler. I got caught up in unexpected traffic.” She was apologetic, but there really was nothing she could have done about it.
Trust him to bloody notice anyway,
she thought to herself.

He finally looked up from his desk, and his eyes pierced hers in a look that showed her just how annoyed he actually was. “You need to learn how to expect the unexpected so that you can plan accordingly, Isobel.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice might have been meek, but inside she was silently seething. How the hell was she supposed to expect the unexpected? Surely that would make it expected and not
un
expected? She really wasn’t in the mood to say as such to him though, because she really didn’t want a lecture as he explained his comment to her. “I obviously don’t expect to get paid for the time I wasn’t here.”

“Well, seeing as how you’re salaried and not paid by the hour, it would be quite difficult to amend your wages accordingly.” His voice was now filled with sarcasm, and Isobel inwardly cringed at the stupidity of her previous comment. “However, you will need to pay back the time to the company.” Isobel nodded, seeing it only fair that she stay over an extra ten minutes to make up for the ten minutes lost this morning.

Tyler smiled at her in a way that could only be called predatory, and Isobel’s insides quivered. She wasn’t sure if it was nerves or lust, but there was a definite tremble going on inside her. “I don’t mean that you have to pay the time back by working late, Isobel.” His smile widened as Isobel’s face finally registered understanding exactly what he
did
mean. “Come with me, please.”

Isobel tried to hide the smile that had spread across her face as she followed him out of his office. She really did. But, judging from the way the other girls looked at her as they passed by, she knew that she’d failed dismally. Oh well, they could suck it up buttercup.

~

Chapter Seven

~

Isobel had assumed that Tyler was taking her back to the room they’d been in yesterday. The one where he’d spanked and flogged her so deliciously and then fucked her until her teeth rattled. But, as they walked past the door that opened onto it, she knew that she’d once again been mistaken. Instead, he walked further on down the corridor until they’d reached the final door on the right, pausing before opening it just long enough to look back at Isobel and nod his head as though he’d come to some kind of a decision about something known only to him.

He stood to one side to allow Isobel to enter the room first, and she was relieved to note that this time the room was actually lit, albeit dimly, and she could see what was in it.
Or maybe that should be what wasn’t
, she thought, taking in the solitary piece of furniture against one wall. What looked to be a very large armoire stood there, its double doors as impressive as the ornate carvings that were detailed in the dark wood.

Looking around the room, she could see nothing else of any consequence and her eyes went back to the armoire. She eyed it curiously. What on earth would such an odd, huge piece of furniture be doing in here? And it really was huge, standing at almost seven feet tall in her estimation, and at least four feet deep.

She sensed Tyler come fully into the room behind her, and then heard the unmistakable click of the door being locked. She started to turn around, but his hands on her shoulders held her in place. His hands brushed her hair to one side and then she felt his breath on her neck a split second before he spoke softly into her ear.

“Things are going to be a little more intense today, Isobel.” She shivered and gulped, in that order, his words and proximity sending a frisson of awareness through her. “Do you think you can handle it?”

She had absolutely no idea if she could or not, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. She nodded her head resolutely and was rewarded by his hands squeezing her shoulders in approval. “Good girl.” His words made her blush, and she gave herself a stern talking to in her mind to, ‘
not be such a damn kid and quit blushing!’

Tyler removed his hands from her, leaving Isobel feeling oddly chilly and he proceeded to walk towards the armoire, leaving her stood just inside the door to the room. She watched raptly as he opened the double doors, and then felt disappointed when she saw nothing inside. He turned to look at her, noting her little frown of confusion as she took in the seemingly empty space inside, and smiled as he beckoned her to him.

“Come here, Isobel, and remove your clothes please.”

She walked towards him, stopping just before she reached him and started to take her clothes off, looking at him almost defiantly as the garments fell to the floor one by one. Naked, she stood in front of him while his eyes blazed a trail up and down her body, leaving her skin feeling heated and tingling even though he hadn’t actually touched her.

He closed the distance between them, coming to a stop mere inches from her and reaching out a hand to tweak a nipple without any warning or build-up. Isobel hissed in a sharp breath, but other than that she didn’t utter a sound and kept her eyes locked on his.

“Ah, my little slut is learning something at least.” He cupped his hands over her breast and fondled the supple flesh before leaning his head down and gently sucking the pinched nipple in between his lips. His tongue lapped at the erect little bud, drawing a throb from between her legs that had her clenching her thighs tightly shut to try and stop it.

Standing back upright, Tyler smiled warmly at her and removed his hand from her breast. “Step into the armoire, Isobel.” He moved from in front of her and opened the doors fully, folding them back along the sides of the wardrobe so that there was nothing to hinder either her entering it, or him reaching in. “And once you’re in, please remain facing the back.”

Isobel walked slowly forwards, stepping up and into the armoire on bare feet. It was even larger than it had looked and could have easily held three or four people inside with her. She looked around curiously, but all she could see in the darkness were the wooden walls and floor.

“Please raise your hands above your head and put your palms together.” Tyler’s voice had changed to what she referred to in her mind as his ‘masterful’ one, the one that would not be disobeyed, or else. Very aware of that fact, Isobel did as he’d instructed and raised her hands up with her arms straight and her palms together, almost in a praying pose. She was amazed to find that even with her arms raised, there was still plenty of room above her.

Tyler stepped up inside so that his body was almost touching hers, and she couldn’t help but feel disappointed that he still had his clothes on. She felt his hand slide up her arm, and then something more alien touch her bare skin. Looking up, she saw that it was a length of rope; thick, but soft and not abrasive. Placing the end against her forearm, she watched with a feeling of anticipation as he wound the other end around her wrists, successfully binding her hands together.

He made a loop in the other end of the rope and then reached up above her to attach the loop to a hook in the ceiling of the armoire that she hadn’t noticed. Pulling the rope tight, her arms were stretched until there was no way she could move, but Isobel was relieved to realize that she wasn’t stretched so much that it was painful.

She felt Tyler step out of the cupboard and then heard the unmistakable sound of him removing his clothes. A few seconds later, he stepped back up to stand behind her. Isobel could feel the heat emanating from his naked body, and an answering warmth bloomed in hers.

His breath tickled her shoulder as he leaned in to talk to her softly again. “If we were at my home I would blindfold you at this point, but because of where we are and the fact that all you can see is the back of the inside of this armoire, I’m going to leave your eyes uncovered.” He walked around her almost suspended body until he was stood in front of her. “But, if I feel at any time that you need to have your eyes covered, I will do so. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” Isobel’s voice was almost a whisper. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, but she still could hardly make out anything except his vague outline. What on earth was he going to do to her?

She felt his fingers touch her collarbone gently, and held her breath as he started to trail them down her body. Reaching her breasts, he took his time and fondled the full orbs, pausing to tweak and pinch her nipples none too gently and making her gasp with pleasurable pain. His hand continued its journey until it reached the juncture of her legs, and she gasped for breath again, anticipation almost making her forget to breathe altogether.

Isobel shivered with longing, her hips pushing towards him of their own free will as she waited for him to touch her, but Tyler had other plans and carried on moving his hand down over the top of her thigh and around to her ass, slapping the firm, quivering flesh and making her jump. “I’ll touch you when I’m ready, and not when you try to force the contact.” His voice was stern, but it still sent shivers running down her spine.

Tyler brought his hand back around to the front of her and without preamble, slid a finger through the lips of her pussy, reaching for her slit and giving a little chuckle when he felt how damp she was. “You’re so wet already, you little slut.” His voice had an edge of lust to it that was unmistakable, and Isobel wasn’t sure if her clit pulsed in response to his touch or his words.

He moved back around her and stepped back out into the room, walking away and returning a couple of minutes later. “Spread your legs.” His command brooked no argument, and Isobel did as instructed without hesitation. She felt Tyler place something around her ankles and when he stepped back she found that she was unable to bring her legs together. Looking down she saw a bar attached to what looked like ankle cuffs preventing her legs from moving. “It’s called a spreader bar,” Tyler informed her. “And it does exactly what it says on the box; it spreads your legs and keeps them that way.”

Isobel gulped. She knew that every part of her body was now at Tyler’s disposal, and he could do whatever the hell he wanted to her. Of course, the fact that that thought turned her on beyond belief wasn’t lost on her, and she felt herself get even wetter at the prospect of whatever may come next.

She didn’t have long to wait to find out as something connected with her bottom a split second after she’d heard the sound of whatever it was whooshing through the air. The contact wasn’t painful in the slightest, but it was unexpected and she couldn’t control the small yelp of surprise that escaped her. She knew that he wasn’t using the paddle that he’d used yesterday; this was more intense and stung a
lot
more. And it was rigid, almost like a stick or a cane.

She felt the air part again as he swung, and a split second later the stick connected just under the curve of her ass cheek, making her gasp and yelp again. “The paddle yesterday was interesting, but I think you need something a little more severe.” He leaned closer to her before continuing. “I’m not going to use the whip on you just yet, but the crop comes a close second.”

Isobel moaned in a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. Just how far was he prepared to go with her? For that matter, just how far was she willing to let him?

As Tyler let the crop trail over her breasts, the answer was easy; she’d let him do whatever the hell he wanted, however far that may be. And even though she knew that she was in for a world of hurt, she also knew that the pleasure he would ultimately give her would far outweigh the discomfort.

She heard another ‘whoosh,’ and felt her inner thigh explode in a stinging sensation, and all rational thought was lost. Another swipe, and her other thigh was given the same treatment. Isobel knew that there was bound to be welts rising up on her milky skin, but the dampness that was starting to pool between her thighs more than made up for it.

She felt the warmth of Tyler’s hand as he tenderly rubbed a palm over the assaulted flesh, and her pussy turned from damp to wet in a heartbeat. Just as she was getting used to his hand, he brought the crop down again, this time on her left ass cheek, making her wince and cry out in pain and surprise. The crop struck her on the opposite cheek, and this time she just gritted her teeth and breathed through the pain.

Again and again, Tyler used the crop on her, never hitting her in the same place twice and never using so much force that the pain became unbearable. Isobel’s ass felt like it was on fire, as did her thighs. She felt his hand once again rub gently over the hot tender flesh and sighed longingly. Did he have any idea how good that felt? Her clit gave a little jump of agreement and she felt the tops of her thighs become sticky as her juices coated them.

Just as she’d relaxed into his caress, the crop was brought down on her ass again, and she groaned deep in her throat as her breath became ragged and her pulse quickened even more. Without warning, Tyler stopped lashing her and slid a finger deep within her hot pussy, a second finger quickly joining it and hooking upwards as though probing for something elusive and tantalizing.

Again without warning the fingers were withdrawn, and Isobel moaned again, this time in complaint. “Nooo.” She couldn’t help the wail that escaped her parched lips. She wanted to feel him inside of her so badly that she could scream.

“Yes, Isobel. Yes.” His tone was mocking, and he stepped in close to her, the heat emanating from his naked body touching her and making her ache with longing. “Remember, I’m the one who decides when and where to touch you.” As though to prove a point, his hands came around her body and cupped her tits, squeezing them hard and then pulling at her nipples, making her back arch in response and her pussy trickle some more sweet juice onto her trembling thighs.

His hands continued to roam over her heated skin, and he let his cock brush up against her bottom teasingly. “I know I’ve told you before what a beautiful ass you have,” he murmured. “But I haven’t asked you a question that’s important with regards to it.” She felt his cock twitch against her, and her pussy contracted as a wave of pure lust shot through her. “Have you ever been fucked in your ass, Isobel?”

Isobel froze. “What? No!”

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.