Unwelcome Reunions (His Dirty Secret Book 3) (4 page)

Her eyes shot open and she stared up at him. “No! Please, Sir. I don’t think I could handle that.”

He was still running his fingers up and down her wet folds, but now his other hand was stroking his cock, sliding up and down his rigid shaft while he watched her ass and pussy intently. “Let’s see, shall we?”

He inched forwards on the bed and Isobel felt the heat coming off him in waves as his cock got closer to her pussy. She gasped as she felt the head of him sliding between her lips, pushing forwards slowly until he was inside her. With his cock in her slit and the plug in her ass, Isobel felt completely filled up, and when he paused to allow her body time to adjust to the invasion, she squirmed beneath him in a silent plea for him to move.

“Oh God, Tyler. That feels wonderful.” Her words came out in a gasp and she knew that she’d been wrong. She could take this, just like he’d known she could.

“Fuck yes. Your cunt is always so amazingly tight, but now you feel even tighter.” Tyler groaned as he slowly pulled out of her, stopping just before he was all the way out, and then he pushed back in again, going a little deeper this time.

Isobel could feel every vein and ridge in his shaft as he glided into her, and then she moaned again as he just as slowly withdrew. “Does it feel good?” Tyler’s question was met with a vigorous nod of her head. She wasn’t capable of speech right now, but he knew that she was giving him the go ahead.

He slammed into her; no gentleness or slowness this time, and the air was forced out of her lungs in a whoosh as his cock reached the deepest part of her. “Fuck me!” She found her voice this time, and the words fell from her mouth without conscious thought.

Isobel didn’t think that it could get any more intense, but then Tyler paused and reached for something that was out of sight, his cock still firmly ensconced in her pussy. Then Isobel’s whole world went crazy as her ass started to hum and vibrate. “What the…” Her words cut off on a moan as the vibrations got more intense, and she felt rather than saw Tyler staring at her intently.

“I love modern technology.” He held up a small device, no bigger than a credit card, and pressed a button again. The vibrations increased even more and they both gasped with reaction. A remote control vibrating buttplug? Really? She hadn’t even known that such a thing existed, but she was very grateful that Tyler had.

He kept the remote in his hand and then moved his body, pulling his hips backwards and then slamming them forwards again. Isobel watched the reflection in the mirror above them, loving how the lighting showed every muscle and sinew in his back and the way his ass moved as he rotated his hips, finding her sweet spot with every rotation.

The vibrations kicked up another notch, and she moaned out loud as her ass automatically tightened around the plug. The vibrations travelled through the thin membrane that separated her pussy from her ass and even hit the underside of her clit. She didn’t know what way was up anymore as Tyler fucked her with an increased sense of determination.

“Don’t you dare come, Isobel” He gasped the words at her and she could have screamed. He knew that her climax was close, but he was going to make her wait as long as possible. He pounded into her again, and she felt his balls slap against the plug in her ass, pushing it deeper still and making her moan again.

“Tyler, please!” She didn’t think that she could hold on much longer, but at the same time she didn’t want the torture to end any time soon.

“Not yet!” he growled at her, and she felt his body tightening above and in her. “It feels so fucking good.” For the first time she realized that he could feel the vibrations through his cock as well, and the thought made her clit throb and her pussy clench around him even tighter.

Then he pulled completely out of her and Isobel howled with frustration. “No! Don’t stop. Please!” The vibrations in her ass ceased and she could have cried. “I need to come, Sir. Please let me come!” She knew she was begging, but he ignored her pleas.

“Don’t move.” His tone brooked no argument and she stayed still as he took hold of the plug and gave it a firm but gentle tug, effectively pulling it out of her ass and immediately leaving her feeling empty. Her hole stayed open for the briefest of seconds before it closed up; the coolness of the air kissing her pink flesh as she lay in such an exposed position. Tyler took a deep breath and stayed knelt between her open legs, watching her body and eating her virgin asshole with his eyes.

“Tyler.” Isobel didn’t say anything else, but it was enough to bring his attention back to earth and he once more reached for the bottle of lube, pouring a generous amount into his hand and coating his fingers. Sliding two fingers into her waiting asshole, he made sure it was slick before rubbing the remainder over his cock in long, slow strokes that made her mouth water.

Leaning over her body once more, he reached for the clamps that she’d completely forgot adorned her nipples, releasing both of them at the same time and making her howl in pain as the life flooded back into them. The howl quickly changed to moans of pleasure though, as the pain very rapidly changed direction and turned into pleasurable shocks that had Isobel’s back arching up off the bed in response.

Tyler gently massaged her aching orbs, tenderly rubbing a thumb over each tortured nipple before lowering his head and lapping at them with his tongue; adding to the pleasure she was feeling and making her clit throb in reaction.

“I know it hurts my little slut, but when I’m fucking your ass all I want you to feel is my cock deep inside you.” He drew himself up onto his knees and positioned himself once again between her legs. Isobel could feel the heat coming off his body as he brushed against her and she pushed her pelvis up towards him. Tyler let out a soft laugh as he took his cock in his hand. “You’re such an eager little slut, aren’t you?”

Isobel scowled up at him. “Fuck you, Sir.”

“Oh no, slut,
I’m
going to fuck
you
.” As he spoke, he guided his hard shaft to her puckered asshole, and Isobel was surprised at how much resistance it gave considering how hard he’d fucked it with the buttplug. He took his sweet time as he slid his cock up and down the crack of her ass, gently pushing against her hole every time he brushed over it. Isobel knew that he was making sure that he both relaxed and stimulated her, and she was grateful for his thoughtfulness.

She felt him press against her ass again, and instead of resistance, this time she felt the knob of his cock slip inside her. She gasped in surprise at both the sensation and the brief feeling of pain, but then her body took over and she raised her pelvis up again, making him slide in a little deeper.

They both moaned in unison as Tyler paused to let her body stretch to accommodate his size, and then he started to push again, pausing often before continuing to ease into her snug hole. Isobel almost forgot to breathe as a pleasure unlike anything she’d ever experienced before consumed her. Tyler was inside her as deep as he could possibly be, filling and stretching her to capacity, his cock hot and heavy as it pushed against the thin wall between her ass and her pussy.

“You are so damn tight. It’s amazing.” His voice was guttural, and she moaned in answer, her pleasure not just a physical thing, but one of being owned mentally as well. As Tyler started to move, rocking slowly as he slid in and out, he held onto her legs firmly, lifting her ass up off the pillows to deepen his thrusts and increase the sensations that were flooding through her.

Isobel was incapable of rational thought, but she knew on a deep level that at this moment in time she was completely his, and he could use her in any way he saw fit. It had become obvious that he had chosen this position so that he could carefully watch her facial expressions, knowing that she might not be able to verbally stop him if the need arose. But it also meant that she could watch his face as well, and the lustful animalistic pleasure she saw turned her on just as much as him fucking her ass.

Their eyes were locked onto each other, and sweat beaded on his brow as he concentrated on not hurting her while he impaled her. Isobel didn’t think she had ever seen him look so handsome, or so intimidating.

Tyler continued to rock his body onto and into hers, his thick cock rubbing against nerve-endings that until now had never before been stimulated, sending frissons of both pain and pleasure entwining throughout her raw body. He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and even deeper, and the mingled sounds of their grunts and moans echoed throughout the airplane bedroom, making her relieved that the only other people onboard were at the opposite end of the craft.

Tyler released her left leg and brought his hand down directly onto her clit with enough pressure to send her emotions through the roof. He moved his palm in a small circular motion, grinding down harder every time he pushed his cock into her, and Isobel didn’t think she could take much more.

She knew that she was supposed to ask him for permission before she came, but her climax hit her with such unexpected ferocity that she didn’t even think about it. “Oh my God!” Isobel’s body bucked and writhed beneath him, her ass clenching around his cock as he continued to slide in and out of her. His movements became equally as erratic as hers as his own orgasm hit him, and she felt his seed explode into her as he let out a long moan of release.

Tyler let her legs go and collapsed on top of her, thrusting into Isobel’s hole as she contracted around him and milked him of every last drop of his cum.

“You are such a bad girl,” he gasped when he got his breath back enough to actually talk. “You know that you were supposed to ask for permission before you came.”

“I’m so sorry, Sir. I tried to stop myself, but it was just so intense that I couldn’t get the words out quickly enough.”

Tyler leaned up on both arms so that he could look down at her. “You’re just lucky that I don’t have time to punish you as I want to right now.” She smiled up at him with a mixture of relief and disappointment; but then he continued talking and her smile disappeared. “But don’t for one minute think that you’re going to get away with being so naughty, because I most certainly
do
have time to give you a little taster of what you can expect later on.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her answer was meek, but inside she was secretly pleased to hear that he would be punishing her. He hadn’t done it to her yet and she’d been dying to find out what it would be like, whatever form of punishment he chose.

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Chapter Four

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Tyler laughed as he pushed himself up and away from her, swinging his legs off the bed and getting to his feet. He undid the carabiner but left the wrist cuffs in place and then helped Isobel to stand, holding on to her carefully when she wobbled a little.

He walked her towards the door that led to the adjoining bathroom, and for the first time Isobel noticed that there were two rings attached to each upper corner of the door frame. Tyler collected some more carabiners and attached one to each of the wrist cuffs before raising Isobel’s arms and attaching them to the rings in the door frame, effectively making a Y shape with her body as she stood in the doorway.

Isobel was facing the bedroom, and she watched as he walked away and came back with two more cuffs, this time for her ankles. As he knelt at her feet to attach the ankle cuffs, she looked down at his naked, muscular body and couldn’t help but wonder what she did to get so lucky. He really was a magnificent man.

She was now secured in a position that left her not only wide open, but completely vulnerable, and she was amazed at just how erotic it felt. Isobel held back a small moan as her nipples instantly puckered and her pussy became wet again; and he hadn’t even started yet.

Tyler came up close behind her, his warm upper body resting against her back and making her toes curl with how delicious he felt. “Are you ready?” His voice was nothing more than a whisper against the back of her neck, and she shivered at the contact.

“Yes, Sir.” And she was. More ready for this than she’d been for anything else.

She felt something soft and heavy touch her left shoulder and turned her head to see what it was. Spotting the unmistakable leather strands of a flogger, she felt her pussy clench as she tensed up. He had used a small one on her before, but the strands on this one were much wider and knotted at the ends, so she knew that this time would be more severe than the last.

Tyler pulled the flogger up and back, trailing it over her shoulder so that she could gauge the weight. He did the same to her other shoulder, and Isobel took a sharp breath as the leather burned a trail into her skin that had her wanting to scream at him to use it like she knew they both wanted him to.

Isobel held her breath as she felt him step back away from her, and then there was the feeling of the air being gently moved a split second before she felt the first slight sting just underneath her shoulder blades. It was more of a kiss than anything else, and Isobel felt herself tremble with longing as she waited for the next, and she arched her back towards him in an unconscious plea.

“My little slut is so eager, isn’t she?” His voice was filled with lust, and Isobel felt an answering longing deep inside her needy body.

“Yes, Sir, she is.” If anyone had told her just a few weeks ago that she would be craving this man’s touch and his discipline as he used physical and mental control over her, she would have laughed in their face. But now, all Isobel could think about was him and how he could make her feel as she bent to do his bidding. Isobel didn’t think she could change it even if she wanted to, which she most definitely didn’t.

Tyler let the leather kiss across her skin once more, and then the flogging started in earnest as he alternated his strokes; right to left, side to side, never connecting with the same place twice and leaving her back so sensitive and hot that every stroke felt as though he was pouring hot wax or oil over her.

Isobel forgot where she was, who she was with and even who she was. The only thought in her mind was what was being done to her, and she raised herself up on her tiptoes with each swing of the flogger as it connected, letting out small ‘Aah’s’ that soon changed to louder grunts and groans of pain and pleasure mingled together.

In her entranced state, she realized that a pattern had emerged with regards to the strokes; crisscrosses that vary in both strength and motion as the leather fronds slapped from left shoulder to right hip, and then right shoulder to left hip. Isobel moaned again and again, but she wasn’t sure if she was actually making a sound. Inside, she could feel pressure mounting, growing with every lash until it pushed the pain back and left only a pleasure so intense that she felt that she was going to explode with it.

Tyler changed position once again, and this time the flogger was centered on her buttocks, the strokes fast and sure as the leather knots landed on her soft cheeks. Isobel bounced with every strike, her heels rising as much as possible against the ankle cuffs with every upward swing. He swung again and the leather strips landed between her legs directly on her pussy, one of the knots flicking upwards and catching her swollen clit with an accuracy that could only been born of years of practice.

“Fuckkk!” Isobel gasped the word around the ball of pain that rushed through her. It was a pain that was swiftly followed with a yearning for him to do it again, however, and she felt an incredible feeling absorb her; almost as though she was floating on air and water all at the same time.

Tyler paused to walk around to the front of her, noting the tears that were streaming unheeded down her face. He’d always thought that she was beautiful, but seeing her like this made her even more so and even though he had fucked her only a short time ago, his cock was hard and aching with the need to be inside her sweet body again.

“Don’t stop, Sir. Please don’t stop!” Her words came out as a moan, and even though Tyler would have liked nothing more than to carry on flogging her lithe, supple body, he knew that it would be the wrong thing to do. Her mental wellbeing was just as important to him as her physical one, and he knew that she had taken all that she could of the punishment.

He dropped the leather flogger onto the floor as he walked back around her, standing behind Isobel’s trembling body and wrapping his arms around her gently before sinking to his knees and planting small tender kisses on her burning buttocks. Isobel moaned as she felt his lips and then his tongue calming her skin, and then he blew gently, his cool breath soothing and just as erotic as everything else had been.

He took his time taking the heat out of her ass cheeks, and then stood and ducked back under her still raised arms and stood facing her. With a finger under her chin, he raised her face up so that he could see her expression, and when she saw his, Isobel started crying again. Tenderness, power, lust and need were all blatantly evident in his eyes, and his own body trembled as he stood tall and proud before her.

“You are absolutely exquisite, and I have never known a woman who could move me the way that you do.” His words were gruff and filled with emotion, and Isobel felt more tears threaten to fall. Reaching out a hand, Tyler cupped her mound and groaned when his fingers encountered swollen folds, an engorged clit and wetness. Isobel’s juices were literally coating her pussy and the tops of her thighs, and if she’d looked down she would have been mortified to see that drops had even reached as far as the floor.

She pushed her pelvis out towards him in a silent plea for more contact and Tyler once again dropped to his knees; this time in front of her. He wrapped his arms around her hips until his hands were gently cupping and rubbing over her sore ass cheeks, and then his mouth was on her, his tongue delving between her swollen lips in search of her clit.

“Oh my God, Tyler, that feels so good.” Her eyes were watching his every move while her body was absorbing his attention like a sponge.

Taking her clit between his teeth, Tyler clamped his lips down around it and started to suck, drawing the sensitized nub into his mouth as he flicked over the hood with his tongue. Isobel gasped as he took two fingers and inserted them into her pussy, fucking her with them as he suckled.

Isobel could hardly breathe. She longed to tangle her hands in his hair, but with her wrists still shackled it was impossible. Tyler hooked his fingers inside her, and she bucked as they hit her G-spot and waves of pleasure coursed through her.

Getting to his feet, Tyler picked the flogger up off the floor, and Isobel moaned as she realized that he wasn’t done with her yet. She watched in fascination as he flicked his wrist and made the leather dance; beautiful swirls in the air that caught the light and made a calming ‘
swish, swoosh’
sound.

He took a step forwards, still swirling the flogger, and Isobel jerked as the knotted fronds came into contact with her right breast, slapping the underside with a sting before being swung at the left one and giving it the same treatment. She sucked in air and automatically tried to pull away from him, but the restraints would only allow her to move so far and it wasn’t nearly far enough to be out of reach of the leather strips.

She felt herself quiver as she watched him circle the flogger through the air again, and instead of moving away, this time she strained towards it; wanting the connection between leather and skin so badly that it was a need. Again and again he slapped at her tits with the leather, making her nipples sting even as they puckered up for more.

Isobel felt the tears running down her face again; salty water coating her lips and leaving her eyes ringed with smudged mascara. Tyler swung the flogger lower still, caressing her ribcage and belly with it and making her cry out with each connection. The pain wasn’t as intense as when he had flogged her tits, but anticipation of where he was heading had Isobel gasping for breath and shaking with need. But, rather than flog at her pussy, Tyler took a step backwards, and Isobel groaned in protest. “Nooo! Please don’t stop, Sir. Please!”

“Shhh, little slut. I haven’t finished yet. I just want to make a slight adjustment before I continue.” His breathing was just as erratic as hers was, but she knew that he was as in control of himself as he was of her. He stepped in to her and reached for her chin, holding her head in place as he kissed her long and deep; his tongue licking the tears away from her lips and her eyes.

Then she felt his foot nudge at her ankles, repositioning them so that she was standing with her legs even further apart. He bent down and refastened the cuffs, allowing for the change in her stance and making sure that she couldn’t move her legs back closer together.

Isobel’s thighs were taut as her legs were stretched wide, but it wasn’t painful and she didn’t make a sound. With the change in her position her arms were taking most of her weight, and she subconsciously gave up a prayer of thanks for all the hours she spent at the gym in her spare time.

Thoughts of the gym, and of her arms or legs, were soon thrust from her mind when she felt the warmth of Tyler’s hand cupping her pussy, the wetness that he found there very evident when he moved his hand away to look at it with a gleam in his eyes. “You’re such a horny little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.” Nothing else needed to be said. It was the truth; she was horny and she was his slut.

Walking back over to the small table, Tyler picked up something that she hadn’t noticed before. It looked like a wand, but a little bit thicker. And it had a button or controller at the thickest end of it. With a gulp, Isobel realized that it was some sort of vibrator and her suspicions were confirmed when Tyler switched it on and she heard a low humming coming from it.

He stopped in front of her, tapping the wand onto the palm of his free hand. “Do you remember why you’re being punished, Isobel?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Tell me why.” His voice was commanding, but not harsh.

“I am being punished because I dared to orgasm without asking for your permission first, Sir.” She felt her face get flushed. He had turned her on so damn much that she hadn’t been capable of talking to ask his permission.

“That’s right. So when I tell you now that you are not allowed to come at all, you will obey me, correct?”

Shit!
“Not at all, Sir?”

“Not at all, Isobel.” His voice was stern, and she lowered her gaze, kicking herself for asking the question when she already knew the answer.

“Yes, Sir.”

He brought the wand closer to her and she felt the hairs on her arms stand up. “I will use this for as long as I see fit, and the only way you can stop me is by saying the safeword. Tell me what that is.”

“The safeword is ‘pickle’, Sir.” As if she could forget what it was, but she was damned if she was going to use it, she thought sulkily.

A few seconds later she had to revise that thought as he brought the wand into direct contact with her already swollen clit and she almost went through the roof. It was more powerful and intense than any vibrator she had ever known, and she knew that if he used it for any length of time on her that she would be screaming for mercy.