Unwelcome Reunions (His Dirty Secret Book 3) (3 page)

Isobel was brought back to the here and now by Tyler trailing a finger over her most sensitive of places. “I like what you’ve done with your hair,” he joked, making Isobel blush but smile all at the same time. She always kept herself neat and trim down there, but this morning she had made sure that her labia were silky smooth and shaped her pubic mound in a neat little triangle that pointed down towards her cleft.

Without another word, Tyler moved her position so that she was up against a portion of wall that had no furniture against it. Taking hold of her hands, he raised them up over her head and placed them against the wall. “Keep them there,” he instructed, and she didn’t even think to disobey. “Spread your legs, slut.”

Isobel felt her pussy getting damper as she parted her legs until they were in line with her shoulders, leaning against the wall for support. She sensed Tyler dropping to his knees behind her, and then she felt the warmth of his hands as he circled them around each ankle before sliding them up her legs until he reached her buttocks.

“Arse back.” Two simple words, but they contained a world of strength and desire in them, and once again Isobel did as she was told without hesitation. His fingers parted her cheeks, and Isobel felt his thumbs spread her outer lips. With a shuddering breath she felt her clit swell and pulsate and her pussy juices coated her lips and upper thighs.

“Tyler.” Her voice was a mere whisper, but she knew he heard her when he stopped moving his hands. “I’m not sure I can take much teasing. I need you.”

She yelped when he leaned his head forwards and nipped at her right buttock. “You’ll take as much as I think you can, and it’s a hell of a lot more than this.” Isobel moaned as she felt the heat of his breath drawing closer to her most intimate part, and then her moan got louder as he slid his tongue down between her cheeks until it reached the swollen folds of her labia.

With excruciating slowness he lapped at her pussy with determined strokes, his tongue licking and probing as though exploring her for the first time. Every smooth fold was sucked, nibbled and licked until Isobel was leaning against the wall with all of her weight, subconsciously praying that her shaking legs and the sturdiness of the wall would actually hold her up.

Tyler moved his mouth away, and she didn’t know whether to cry or to be relieved, but he didn’t give her time to assess her emotions as with his forefinger and thumb, he parted her lips again so that her clit was exposed to his explorations. While his one hand held her open, the other started to play; two fingers stroking the length of her slit, up and down, again and again; sliding over her throbbing clit before sliding back between her folds.

Isobel thought she was going to go insane as he teased her mercilessly. “Please, Tyler,” she gasped again, and this time he gave her a short swat on her behind that made her jump. Her complaints were abruptly halted when he slid two fingers deep into her pussy, stroking her inner walls and flicking at her G-spot as she arched her back and gasped in pleasure.

As his ring finger brushed across her asshole Isobel clenched automatically, her pussy tightening around the fingers that were assaulting her so wonderfully and her ass tensing against any kind of invasion that might have been coming. Isobel shuddered with reaction as he flicked over her G-spot again, and she could feel her whole body tensing in readiness for the orgasm that she knew was close.

“Come for me, slut.” As soon as he finished saying the words, Tyler’s lips closed around her aching, swollen clit and he sucked, flicking the tip of his tongue over her sensitized nub. Isobel’s body erupted in an orgasm that left her on the verge of tears, gasping for breath and shaking uncontrollably. It was fierce and unexpected and rolled through her body like waves crashing to the shore; and the only thing that stopped her from collapsing to the floor was Tyler’s hands.

As the storm subsided, he eased her gently to the carpeted ground and wrapped his arms around her, comforting her with his body and his words. “You’re such a good girl. It’s okay, Isobel, I’ve got you, baby.”

Isobel turned in his arms so that she was in almost a kneeling position in front of him with her head on his chest, and he stroked her hair and spoke softly to her even though she was incapable of understanding a single word he was saying.

Eventually her breathing calmed and her shaking subsided, and she slowly opened her eyes, blinking against the tears that she hadn’t realized she’d been crying.
 

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Chapter Three

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“I never fully realized just how beautiful you are when you come for me like that.” Tyler’s voice was thick and heavy and Isobel raised her head to look at him, his words and his tone bringing her gently back down to earth. He licked his lips as though savoring something delicious, and Isobel blushed as she realized that he was actually savoring the taste of her arousal.

“That was…” Her voice trailed off as though she’d run out of air and Isobel knew that her cheeks were crimson red from a mixture of shyness and the intensity of her orgasm.

“Amazing? Intense? Wonderful?” Tyler teased her with a smile on his face. “Yes, it most certainly was. But I’m not finished with you yet, Isobel. I’m nowhere near finished.” He stood up and reached a hand down to help Isobel to her feet.

“What’s the safeword, Isobel?” He reached both hands out to take her nipples between his fingers; his grip tight, but not painfully so.

“Pickle, Sir.” Her voice was still shaky and her body was still coming down from her climax, but Isobel felt herself tense deliciously at his touch.

Slowly, he started to tighten the hold, his fingers and thumbs pinching her nipples as he resumed talking. “And you will use the safeword if you feel that you’re at your limit either physically or mentally, correct?”

Isobel moaned as he tightened his fingers more and her pussy contracted in response. “Y-yes, Sir.”

He pinched even harder, twisting them and holding them at a ninety degree angle, and Isobel had to breathe through her nose because she was afraid that if she opened her mouth she might yell in pain. “And that especially goes for if you’re being punished, little slut.” He gave her nipples one last tug and then let them go, allowing the aching orbs to bounce. Isobel closed her eyes as the pain increased tenfold as the life rushed back into them, but she absorbed the pain and enjoyed it for the gift it was meant as.

“Open your eyes, Isobel!” She did as he demanded and watched with wide-eyed wonder as he dropped and knelt, his head now at chest level. She moaned out loud as he bobbed his head forwards and suckled first one and then the other nipple, soothing the tender, hard peaks by lathing at them with his tongue. He gave them a last lingering suck and then reached a hand out to the table at the side of them, retrieving a set of wrist cuffs.

Isobel watched him with eyes that were still glazed from her orgasm, and she noted how well the cuffs seemed to be made. The bands were constructed of soft, wide leather and had buckles on one side with large O-rings on the opposite side. Tyler took her hands and secured the cuffs to each wrist, making sure that he could slide two fingers between the leather and her skin so that they weren’t too tight.

Turning the O-rings so that they were on Isobel’s inner wrists, he then fastened them together by using what looked like a carabiner. “Get onto the bed, Isobel.” His voice had turned husky and she cast her eyes quickly downwards, noting the bulge that was very evident in his pants; proof of how aroused all of this was making him. “On your back, please.”

Isobel did as he had told her and lay on the bed watching him and wondering what he was going to do next. She didn’t have to wait long to find out as he raised her arms over her head and secured her wrists by the carabiner to a previously unnoticed metal loop that was set into the headboard.

Looking up and back, Isobel was amazed at how erotic things looked from this angle with the dark leather in stark contrast to her creamy colored skin and the metal fastenings. She experienced a thrill of helplessness that made her tits tingle and her pussy ache, especially when she tested the restraints by pulling against them and found that there was no way she would be able to get out of them.

Isobel was also struck speechless by the sight of her naked, restrained body staring down at her from the mirror on the ceiling. Her clit gave another little throb and she felt her pussy lips swell and open while she looked at herself. Was that really her? She looked so…different.

“How does that feel?” Tyler asked the question while staring at her face intently, and she knew that he’d have known in an instant if she lied and said she didn’t like it. She just wasn’t sure if he was asking about the restraints or about her seeing herself in the mirror.

She decided that total honesty would be all she could give him, and one word described how she felt about both the mirror and the wrist cuffs. “It feels amazing,” she whispered hoarsely, blushing a beautiful shade of pink that had his cock fighting to get free of the confining clothes he still had on.

“Good girl.” Tyler’s voice was warm with praise and she blushed even more. Tyler took hold of her ankles, and she thought that maybe he was going to restrain those as well, but realized that she’d been wrong in her assumption when he pushed them away from him, making her knees bend up before he parted her legs. She held her breath in anticipation as her clit pulsed;
was he going to go down on her again?

He wasn’t. Instead he reached for one of the large pillows and pulled it towards them. “Lift up.” She raised her pelvis up off the mattress and he slipped the pillow underneath her buttocks, effectively leaving her wide open and completely on show for his eyes.

“So damn beautiful.” Taking a single finger, Tyler traced the folds of her pussy from front to back, skimming over her clit and brushing against her asshole as he reversed his movement. “There’s not a part of you that I don’t want to fuck.” His eyes had come up to watch her face as he spoke. “Let me rephrase that. There’s not a part of you that I don’t intend to fuck.”

Isobel moaned in response, her body tense and oh so ready for him to do just what he said he was going to do. “Please,” she whispered.

“Soon, my little slut. Be patient.” He reached across her to get something else from the table, and a split second later Isobel felt the unmistakable coldness of lube being trickled over and between her opening and sliding down over her puckered asshole. She gasped as Tyler slid his fingers through the cool lube, making sure that she was wet and slick before he made the next move.

“Bring your knees up to your chest.” Doing as he asked, Isobel felt a small frown of concern cross her face. She had a good idea as to what he was going to do next, but she wasn’t completely sure that she wanted it. Some more lube was trickled over her holes and then Tyler held up an item for her to see.

“I’m going to put this in your ass, and you are going to hold it in place with your muscles.” A buttplug was shown to her, and Isobel gulped when she saw that it was bigger than anything that had been used in her ass previously. “Do you understand me, Isobel? If the plug comes out, you will be punished.”

She nodded her head, her eyes still wide. “I understand, Sir.” He had used a buttplug on her a few times, and she was slowly getting used to it and actually enjoying it as well, if she was completely honest with herself.

Tyler moved position, and she felt the coldness of the plug as he slowly pushed it against her ass, and her body instinctively tightened against the oncoming invasion. “Just breathe slowly for me.” As he talked he increased the pressure, turning the plug from side to side as he pushed, stretching her ass carefully until Isobel felt a popping sensation and knew that the plug was fully inserted. She felt a burning sensation, but other than that it wasn’t too painful and she knew that she’d be able to hold it inside of her.

“Good girl!” She felt the mattress shift again as Tyler stood up, and her eyes opened to watch him as he slowly removed his clothing, finally allowing his fully erect cock to spring free. She licked her lips at the sight, wanting to taste him but knowing that she wouldn’t be allowed to unless he decided she could.

As though knowing that she was watching, his cock bobbed and twitched and Tyler stood staring down at her while his hand massaged his balls. Forgetting that she was unable to move, Isobel tried to lift herself up so that she could reach him, but the restraints pulled her back down onto the bed and she gave a frustrated groan as the plug shifted in her ass and added a new dimension to the desire she was feeling.

Tyler smiled as he crawled over to her prone body, straddling her hips and letting his pelvis brush against her as his balls and cock rested against her belly. He had picked up something else from the side table without Isobel even noticing, and held them in front of her face so that she could see; a pair of wide nipple clamps that looked as though they were made of a tough rubber material, each with a screw that was obviously created so that the tension and pressure could be adjusted accordingly.

Isobel groaned again, her nipples pebbling up as though they were begging for him to attach them. And he was, as always, quick to accommodate, tweaking and pinching the little nubs to make them as erect as possible and then attaching a clamp to each one. He worked quickly so that she didn’t have time to get used to the first one before the second one was in place, and Isobel groaned and thrashed about as the pain hit her. “No, no, nooo!”

Tyler cut off her cries of protest by leaning down and placing his mouth over hers, his tongue penetrating and muffling her moans as it found and danced with her own in a kiss that was so passionate that the pain flew from her mind and all she could think about was him as she kissed him back.

Breathing hard, but satisfied that he had successfully taken her mind off the pain in her nipples, Tyler pulled away and sat back on his knees and then reached for a second pillow, pulling it beneath her to join the first and raising her hips up even higher.

“Open your legs, Isobel.” He smiled when she did as she was told with no further objections. “Good girl. Now put your feet flat on the mattress, up close to your beautiful ass.” As she shifted her position to do as she’d been told, she realized exactly how lewdly she was spread for him, with her pussy swollen and open and the plug in her ass protruding shamelessly. The embarrassment and humiliation turned her on even more and made her clit throb.

Tyler took hold of the handle of the plug, rotating it slowly around and making the sensitive flesh of Isobel’s puckered hole tighten as it sent shivers of sensation coursing through her. She could feel the warmth of her own sticky juices running down between her crack, lubricating the plug even more and emitting low sounds of wetness every time he moved it.

With a slowness that almost made her scream with frustration, Tyler used a finger on his other hand to roll around her clit, adding extra pressure to the little nub as it swelled in response. Isobel couldn’t help but move and writhe around on the bed as he picked up speed and started to fuck her ass with the plug while he slipped a finger inside of her aching pussy.

Isobel moaned again as she felt the pressure in her ass increase, and Tyler gave the plug a pull so that she had to tighten her sphincter to hold it in place, mindful of his promise of punishment if it came out. She opened her eyes briefly to look at him while he ministered to her trembling body, and found his eyes seemingly transfixed on her nether regions, making her blush profusely as she squirmed beneath him.

“You look so fucking good like this.” She strained to hear his words, but the look on his face spoke volumes anyway, so she didn’t really need to hear what he was saying. Tyler continued to move the plug in and out of her ass, his eyes transfixed on what his hands were doing and her body’s reaction to it. “I’m going to fuck your ass so damn hard that you’re going to scream for mercy and beg for more, Isobel.” His eyes had turned so dark that they were almost black, and Isobel knew that if she could have seen her own reflection it would have mirrored his lustful look.

“Yes! Please, Tyler!”

“Please what, slut?” His hand had stopped moving and Isobel could have cried.

“Please fuck me, Sir. Fuck me in my ass. Please!” She knew she was begging, and she’d never been fucked in the ass before so she should probably have been begging him
not
to do it. But shit, if he didn’t fill her hole up soon she was going to explode. Isobel had never felt so helpless, or so needy before, and she desperately wanted to wrap her arms around him and pull him in closer, but no matter how hard she tugged at her wrists restraints, they wouldn’t budge.

Instead, she tried to shift her position to wrap her legs around him, but Tyler soon put a stop to her plans by grabbing hold of her legs and pushing upwards so that they were resting against her chest.

“Not yet, slut. I’ll fuck your ass when I’m good and ready.” His fingers were once again sliding over her pussy lips, and Isobel moaned as her body strained to get closer to him. “I think we need to see how you cope with both of your holes being fucked first.”