His Dirty Secret - The Billionaire's Affair - Hot BDSM Erotic Romance (9 page)

With a soft mewl of agreement, Isobel pushed back against him, wanting more contact.
Needing
more contact. “Please, Tyler.”

“Please what, slut?” His voice was gruff with passion, and Isobel pushed back against him again, her ass brushing up against his hard shaft. Still tied up and almost suspended in the armoire, her arms ached terribly; but the ache between her legs was worse, and she would do anything,
anything
, for him to alleviate her craving.

“Fuck me. Please!” Isobel knew that she was begging, but she really didn’t give a shit. If she didn’t feel him inside of her soon she was going to go insane. “Please!”

Tyler rubbed his cock against her again, the pre-cum that had gathered at the head mixing with her own juices and making her slick and ready for whatever he chose to do next. He pushed against her gently, and she felt her virgin ass give slightly as though it was welcoming him home.

He moved away from her slightly, and his finger moved to where his cock had been, circling around her hole tantalizingly. Isobel held her breath as he slid his finger to her pussy, rubbing it in the wetness and sliding back to her ass, again and again, until she didn’t know whether to beg or scream. Just when she thought that she couldn’t take any more, Tyler slammed a finger into her slit, finding her G-spot with a precision that astounded her. She felt her pussy start to pulsate and contract around him as he used his finger to stimulate her. Her breath was coming in short bursts as she fought for some kind of control over a body that betrayed her every time he came near.

Her orgasm was so close that she could smell it, but just before she slipped over the edge into it, Tyler pulled his finger out of her, leaving her moaning in protest. “No! Oh God, Sir, please don’t stop!”

Tears were running down her face, and even though he couldn’t see them because of her position in the armoire, he heard them in her voice, and as he visualized them he held back his groan of lust with difficulty. A woman crying for him or his cock was the most beautiful and erotic thing to him; the only thing that would have been better would be if she were on her knees in front of him while she cried.

He reached up and undid first one hand and then the other, allowing her arms to fall to her side. Gently, he lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the armoire, his hands holding her securely and rubbing over her tender skin firmly but gently, loving the small moan of gratitude that escaped from her lips.

When they reached the center of the room, Tyler sat her on the rug, helping her into a kneeling position with her legs still held securely in the spreader bar. Still in a state of mind-numbing arousal, Isobel did as he bid her do without question or objection, sinking as gracefully as possible onto all fours with her sweat-soaked hair falling in a curtain around her face.

Looking up at him, she begged with her eyes for him to do something, anything, to alleviate the tremors that ran through her body. She could honestly say that she had never felt this turned on before in her life, but she was incapable of taking care of the problem herself. She needed help now; and she needed it from him.

Isobel chanced a look up at him, unaware that her mascara had left black streaks under her eyes and her hair was a disheveled mess. Looking down at her, Tyler didn’t think he’d ever seen a more beautiful sight, and his cock lurched impatiently, a bead of pre-cum stretching like elastic as it dripped off the shiny mushroom-shaped head.

He took a step forwards and then sank to his own knees, as his cock danced in front of her mesmerized eyes. Isobel licked her lips greedily, praying that he would let her suck him, and then maybe, hopefully, he would fuck her until she came.

She watched as he wrapped his fist around himself, his fingers and thumb not able to touch each other because he was so big. Slowly he stroked himself, his hand coming up to his tip and coating himself in his stickiness before sliding back down his length; the veins standing out in stark contrast to the darker colored head. He worked his hand up and down, becoming wetter and harder with each stroke as he pumped himself, looking down at her pleading eyes as she silently begged him to let her suck him.

He nodded, and she couldn’t hold back the smile that crossed her full lips as she tilted her head forwards and opened her mouth to suck him into her warm moistness. One dainty hand reached up to cup his balls while the other crept around him to trace her nails over his firm buttocks as she pulled him deeper into her. Tyler shivered as tingles pleasure ran up his spine, and when she rolled her tongue around his girth he couldn’t help the moan that escaped him.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she knelt between his legs, her eyes never leaving his face as she sucked him mercilessly. Tangling a hand in her hair, he moved his hips and his cock touched the back of her throat, making her gag and bringing fresh tears to her eyes. As her head bobbed up and down on his length, he slowly pumped his hips, going deeper with each thrust as the tempo picked up pace.

Without warning he pulled out of her mouth, and Isobel moaned in protest. “Please, let me suck you,” she gasped, her hands reaching for him again, but being smacked away by his.

Tyler laughed at her greedy desperation, but he didn’t give in to her pleas. “No, Isobel.” His voice was gentle but firm. “Put your hands back on the floor.”

Isobel hurried to do as instructed and dropped back, grinding her pussy into the rug in an effort to alleviate some of the pent-up pressure in her nether regions, before leaning forwards and planting both hands firmly on the floor in front of her. She pushed up with her knees and straightened her back, leaving just her knees, feet and hands on the floor. Then she waited, spread wide, trembling and aching, for whatever Tyler was going to do next.

She didn’t have to wait long as she felt the warmth of his hand once again rub over her still tender ass cheeks. “I love the way I can mark you, but yet the marks fade so quickly,” he murmured, almost to himself. Isobel yelped as he brought his hand down onto her in a smack that made her skin flame anew. A moan of longing escaped her as he spanked her one more time, and then the moan changed to a sigh as he rubbed the sting away.

She felt the heat coil deep within her as he rubbed; her clit throbbed and her pussy ached, and Isobel knew that there was nothing she could do except kneel there and let him enjoy himself. And that was what turned her on so much; the fact that he was enjoying using her body for his own carnal needs and wants.

As Tyler continued to smooth his roughened palm over her quivering ass, she couldn’t help but move her body backwards into his touch, once again silently begging for more.

“So wanton, so beautiful, and so damn eager to please, aren’t you, my slut?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, which was a good thing because Isobel didn’t think that she was capable of giving one if her life depended on it. His hand was causing a delicious tension inside of her, which was going to explode at any minute.

He slid a finger back inside her and Isobel almost lost any control she may have had as he withdrew it and noisily sucked himself dry. “You taste so sweet.” She moaned again at the thought of him eating her out, and then once again forgot what she had been thinking when she felt him move in close behind her.

She felt his finger glide over her puckered asshole again, and her body automatically tensed up. “Relax, darlin’. You know that you want this. It’s probably been something that you’ve fantasized about, am I right?” Isobel couldn’t answer him. “Isobel?” He prompted her again, and all she was capable of doing was nodding.

He pushed his finger a little harder against her, and her breath caught in her throat as her clit lurched in response. “Does that feel good?” Tyler’s voice was gruff, and Isobel thought that he could make her come just by talking to her.

“Yes,” she whispered hoarsely.

“Would you like me to continue?” He was giving her a choice? That was a first, she thought disjointedly.

“Please.” Almost as though her body was giving its own answer, she pushed back against him, deepening the pressure and moaning when his finger slid in a little.

She had subconsciously been hoping that he would move in close and fuck her; ass or pussy it really didn’t matter at this point in time. She just wanted to feel him inside of her. But Tyler obviously had other plans as he moved away from her, much to her dismay. “No! Tyler, please don’t stop!” She knew she sounded desperate, but she really didn’t care anymore. If he didn’t fuck her soon she seriously thought she was going to die.

To her relief he wasn’t away from her for long, coming back to kneel at the side of her with his hand on the small of her back, soothing her even as he escalated the fire within her. “Shhh. Calm down, Isobel. I’m not leaving you like this. I promise I’m going to take care of you.”

Isobel hiccupped, tears falling freely down her face again. She didn’t think that she’d ever felt so desperate before.

“I want you to try to breathe calmly, okay?” Tyler had moved to behind her now. “I’m going to go slowly, but it might still feel uncomfortable at first.”

She nodded as though she understood, but in all honesty she had no idea what he was about to do. And she really didn’t care so long as it involved him doing something, anything, to alleviate the fire.

With her legs still in the spreader bar, Tyler didn’t have to tell her to open them, and he had a clear view of where he wanted to be. Her beautifully swollen sex was on display, her pussy lips glistening with her juices and her clit looked so inviting that his tongue itched to swirl around it.

But that wasn’t what his aim was right now. Now he wanted to break her ass in so that he could enjoy sinking his cock into it at a later time. He knew he was too large for her to be able to accommodate him inside it right now, but with a little coaxing and patience she would be able to one day.

Isobel felt the warmth of his fingers as he slid them between her lips, finding her clit and making her moan in response. He gently rolled a finger over the hood, sending shockwaves of pure pleasure racing through Isobel’s body before he plunged it deep inside her waiting slit, pulling it back out and then plunging it deeper.

Isobel almost forgot to breathe as he massaged her inner walls for what felt like an indeterminable length of time, bringing her orgasm closer with each finger thrust and flick of her clit. “Does that feel good, Isobel?”

She moaned in response, her body pushing against him in another silent plea. Tyler laughed softly and gave her a gentle swat on the rump. “Patience, darlin’, patience.” He slid the tip of his finger over her sensitive asshole, and pushed softly once more. “You are so ready, aren’t you, Isobel?”

She didn’t even try to pretend that she didn’t know what he was talking about, and she gave a small kitten-like mewl of assent and pushed back against his hand again.

Tyler reached for an object he had placed on the floor along with a few other items. As Isobel felt him push it against her slick pussy, she thought that it might be a vibrator, and she moaned again, willing him to hurry up and put it in her. She couldn’t remember a time when she’d ever felt so desperate to be fucked, and she really didn’t care if it was by a cock, a finger or a dildo.

She almost screamed with frustration when he pulled the object away from her instead of inserting it. “Please, Tyler!” She was panting, needing release but not being allowed it. “Please!”

She was about to plead again when she felt the cool hardness of the longed for item touch her ass.
Was he going to
…? Her thoughts trailed off as it became very apparent that he
was
going to when he applied even more pressure and she felt her ass give a little. “You said you weren’t going to…”

“I know what I said, Isobel, but you are so ready for this and I want to see how you cope with both your cunt and your ass being fucked.” Tyler was so hard he hurt, and he wanted nothing more than to slam his cock inside her and fuck her mercilessly. But, he knew that this was the perfect opportunity for him to test her limits a little, and he really did want to see how she handled it.

He pushed the butt plug in a little further, giving Isobel’s ass time to adjust to the invasion as he rotated it slightly. His large hand was steady and calming on the small of her back, and he slowly inched the plug into her. Isobel groaned at the burning sensation she experienced as the plug was pushed into her until the thickest part filled her, and then the burning eased as her body became accustomed to the intrusion.