His Dirty Secret

She looked at him and as her lust-filled eyes travelled up his body she took note of the bulge that he made no effort to hide. This was turning him on just as much as it was her, she thought in amazement. Tyler leaned down and trailed his free hand up her leg from her knee to her thigh, and then she gasped again as she felt him stroke her pussy lips, sliding through her moistness and parting them even more than they already were.

Tyler rolled his finger over her wax-encrusted clit, and she felt it crack and fall away from her sensitized nub. She moaned again as her rubbed a little harder, and then she felt him pushing a finger inside her and she unintentionally clenched around it with a gasp.

“You’re so wet, darlin’.” He hooked his finger up; reaching for that special spot that he knew would drive her crazy with lust. “Is this what you want, something inside your sweet little cunt?”

Isobel made a sound that even to her ears sounded like a kitten mewling. “Please.” Her voice was hoarse and filled with lust.

“Please, what?” Tyler’s tone was stern, and too late she realized that she’d forgotten to use the proper words.

“Please, Sir.”

“I told you to make sure you addressed me that way, didn’t I?” His voice was still harsh, but it wasn’t mean or bullying, and Isobel felt her pussy contract around his finger again in response. “Oh no. You don’t get to enjoy that when you’ve been a bad girl.” Tyler promptly removed his finger, leaving Isobel feeling empty.

Her moan soon turned to a howl as he removed first one and then the other nipple-clamp, letting the life and feeling flood into her nipples with a suddenness that brought her to an instant orgasm. Chuckling softly, Tyler leaned down and gently lapped at each nipple in turn, soothing the sting and making her climax even more intense.

And as abruptly as her orgasm hit her, Tyler stood up again, leaving her aching and quivering, longing to feel his touch again in whatever capacity he chose fit to give her.

She moaned in protest and then watched as he walked to the end of the desk. Feeling him untie the silk cord that bound her ankles, she was hopeful that maybe it was all over and he would get down to the very serious business of fucking her. When he moved to free her wrists as well, her hopes went up even higher.

They were soon dashed though, when Tyler pulled her off the desk, kissed her hard on the mouth and then turned her around so that she was facing away from him. Placing a hand on the back of her neck, he pushed her down so that her upper body was flat on the table with her legs firmly on the floor.

“Keep your legs straight and your ass up!” He ordered, and Isobel felt herself quiver once more. With her face down on the desk, she heard Tyler moving; zippers being pulled, shoes being kicked off, and the rustle of clothing as it hit the ground. She felt goosebumps rise up on her skin, and she trembled with anticipation.

Tyler walked away and she heard a drawer or cupboard being opened, then he walked back towards the desk, and Isobel held her breath all over again.

“You do know that I have to punish you, don’t you, Isobel?” Her head rose up off the desk and she looked at him with a pretty scowl. Removing the nipple-clamps hadn’t been punishment? She thought it had been plenty punishment enough, but he obviously had other ideas. “Remember, you can use the safe word at any time and I’ll stop. There’s no shame in having to use it, Isobel, and it will show me what your limits are with regards to pain, pleasure and punishment.”

Isobel put her head back down and braced herself for whatever was coming next. She didn’t know why, but she wanted to please him more than she wanted to be pleased, and if that meant taking his so-called punishment, then that’s what she’d damn well do.

She felt the warmth of Tyler’s hand rub against the smooth globe of her ass, and her spine stiffened even while her insides turned to a molten puddle of lust. “You have such a perfect ass.” His rich, deep voice was soothing and served to add yet another dimension to what she was feeling.

All further thought was pushed from her mind when she felt the unmistakable sting of his hand connecting with her ass. “Ouch!” Okay, so it hadn’t hurt too much, but it had taken her by surprise.