His Dirty Secret

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Again without warning the fingers were withdrawn, and Isobel moaned again, this time in complaint.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.

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.