Unwelcome Reunions (His Dirty Secret Book 3) (5 page)

Tyler just touched it to her briefly, and then pulled it away; giving her a little taste before he used it in earnest. As her gasps faded, he moved it towards her again, this time sliding it parallel with her folds so that its length stroked her from her clit, across her pussy and the tip touched her anus.

A small electric shock ran through her as he pressed the button, and her body bucked and strained to move away from the wand. Tyler turned it off and moved it away, this time trailing it upwards over her stomach and ribcage before touching the tip of it to her left nipple. Another zap and Isobel moaned as the current ran through her.

By the time Tyler had moved to her right nipple, she was almost craving the touch of it. The wand wasn’t so powerful that it hurt, but it was definitely powerful enough that each time he touched her with it she had what could only be described as a mini orgasm. And there was nothing that she could do about it.

She knew that her juices were running out of her; with her legs spread as they were, she could feel the wetness cooling against her thighs and pussy-lips. Her whole body was trembling uncontrollably; her nipples tingled and her clit throbbed and tears poured unchecked down her face.

Tyler turned off the wand, and lifted her head so that he could see her face properly. “What’s the safeword, Isobel?”

“P-pickle, S-sir.”

“Do you need to use it?” He needed to make sure that she was okay, and if that meant prompting her and possibly cutting this short, then that’s what he’d do. Although as he quickly glanced at the time he realized that he had to stop anyway. Punishing her had taken longer than he’d realized, he thought with a sigh.

“No, Sir.” She opened her eyes wide and looked him in the eye.

“You’re such a good girl, my slut.” Dropping to his knees in front of her, he leaned forwards and gently kissed her swollen clit, lathing her slit with his tongue. Isobel moaned wantonly as she felt his tongue soothe her.

Pulling his head away from her, he looked up and she was struck by the sight of her juices coating his lips and chin. “Is this what you want, slut?”

She shook her head frantically. “No! No, Sir. I need to feel you inside of me. Please!”

“Greedy little bitch. Was once not enough for me to fuck you?” He got to his feet as he spoke and Isobel’s eyes were once again drawn to his cock as it stood to attention.

“No, Sir. Once will never be enough.” Her body was straining to get close to him, but her restraints made it impossible. She felt tears of frustration start to gather.
Wasn’t he going to make her come?

Tyler laughed softly as he took his cock in his hand. “No, little slut. Part of your punishment is that you cannot come again today.” It was as though he had heard her thoughts, and Isobel gave a wail of desperation.

“But, Sir! Please!”

Licking the palm of his free hand, Tyler rubbed it over the head of his rigid cock, lubricating himself and making his shaft gleam. He didn’t even bother to answer Isobel’s plea, but instead just started to stroke himself while he stood in front of her. Cupping his balls, he jerked faster, pulling his foreskin up and over his mushroom-shaped head before slamming it back down to the base; and then doing it again, and again.

Isobel watched transfixed as he wanked himself. Her pussy was aching and her clit throbbed. She wanted to touch herself, or him. But neither was possible. His cock was so hard that the veins were visible, and pre-cum flowed from him in a slow but steady stream, making her mouth water.

“Fuck! This is what you do to me, Isobel.” His hand stroked faster, at a speed that left her breathless, and the hand cupping his balls pulled on his sack and massaged the tightening skin. “This is all because of you, my beautiful little slut.” He moaned loudly as his cock erupted, spurts of cum shooting towards her and hitting her on her tits and belly before running in thick sticky rivulets down towards her weeping opening.

Isobel had never believed that she could climax without any kind of stimulation. But seeing Tyler masturbate and then feeling him ejaculate over her naked, helpless body was most definitely a form of stimulation that her body approved of and she felt her pussy contract and pulsate as her own orgasm hit her out of nowhere.

Her legs were shaking uncontrollably and she gasped for breath as her juices soaked her upper thighs. Tyler moaned again as he watched her, and he reached forwards to take her nipples between his fingers, tweaking and pinching them hard as her climax reached a crescendo that left her unable to see straight.

She wasn’t sure what happened next, but the next thing she knew was that Tyler had undone her ankle cuffs and was working on freeing her from the wrist ones. He held her up with one arm while he loosened them and then lifted her up into his arms as hers became free and fell limply to her sides.

Walking across to the bed, he carefully laid Isobel down, smoothing her hair away from her brow and placing a soft kiss on her lips. “You were beautifully amazing, Isobel.” She didn’t think that she’d ever heard his voice so tender and caring, but all she could do was smile up at him weakly.

“I’m going to go run the shower and then you’re going to take your time to wash and come back down to earth. Do you think that you can handle that?” She nodded her head to let him know she could. “I wish we had more time so that I could bathe you and hold you, but unfortunately we don’t.” He pushed himself away from the bed and walked into the bathroom, and Isobel heard the sound of the shower starting up.

When he came back into the bedroom, Isobel had a sleepy, contented smile on her face, and Tyler gave her a mock scowl. “You’re not supposed to look so pleased with yourself.” He chastised her playfully. “That was supposed to be a punishment, remember? I’ve a good mind to put the plug back in your tight little ass and make you wear it for the rest of the day.”

He laughed again at Isobel’s horrified expression, and then pulled her up off the bed and gave her a gentle shove and a not-so-gentle swat on her rear. “Go and have a shower and freshen yourself up. We’ll be landing soon and while I love the smell of sex on your skin, I don’t want anyone else enjoying it.” He indicated the bathroom door and gave her another light tap on her bottom.

Isobel walked into the bathroom with what she knew was a goofy smile on her face. She’d never known that being fucked in the ass and flogged so thoroughly could be so damn good, even if it had left her a little sore and a lot achy.

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Chapter Five

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A short while later, they were both back in the leather chairs in the main part of the plane, buckling their seatbelts and coming in to land in Miami. Isobel looked out of the small window in fascination as the tiny cars and houses below them got bigger and bigger. And then she was gripping onto the armrest as they bumped down on the runway and taxied to a stop.

They exited the craft into glorious sunshine and stifling heat so intense that Isobel found it instantly hard to breathe. Thank goodness there was a waiting limo and she eagerly climbed into the backseat with a sigh of relief as the coldness of the air conditioning hit her. She smiled to herself as she realized how quickly she’d become used to luxuries such as a chauffeur driven limousine.
If only some of my old college friends could see me now
, she thought to herself.

Tyler climbed in besides her and the car pulled away, driving slowly out of the airport and picking up speed when they got onto the main road. Isobel had never been to Miami before and was looking out of the window watching the scenery and catching glimpses of a sparkling blue ocean between the buildings.

She was surprised when the car pulled off the main road into the circular driveway of the biggest hotel she had ever seen. She looked at Tyler curiously, but he just smiled at her in a distracted way as he gathered his briefcase up off the seat that ran along the side of the car.

“This is your hotel?” And she’d thought that she’d become used to luxury! How wrong could a person be? The place was absolutely enormous; towering above them and every other building as far as the eye could see.

“What? Oh, yes, it is.” Tyler’s reply was offhand, and Isobel frowned. Had he forgotten about their time on the plane already? She watched as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his cellphone, pressing a sequence of numbers and then talking to her again while he waited for whoever he was calling to answer.

“Your luggage will be taken directly up to our suite. I have to go to a meeting right now, and I’m not sure how long I’ll be, but just make your way to the front desk in the lobby. I’ve arranged for you to have your own keycard. I’ll join you some time later on this evening.”

Without another word he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and then turned and walked away, disappearing through the main door to the hotel and leaving Isobel standing there staring after him with her mouth wide open. She gave herself a mental shake, reminding herself that he was here for business and not pleasure. She should be grateful that he’d decided to take her along with him.

She smiled at the driver of the car and was just about to thank him for driving them when she had the feeling of being watched. Curiously, she looked around the throngs of people milling in and out of the hotel and around the entrance, but she could see nobody taking any notice of her. Then she did a double-take. Was that Tyler’s wife by the fountain? A group of people walked in front of her and by the time they’d passed, the woman had disappeared.

Isobel gave herself a mental shake and told herself to stop being so paranoid. Tyler hadn’t said anything about his ex being there, so she must have been mistaken. She thanked the driver, hitched the strap of her purse up onto her shoulder and made her way into the hotel, gasping in awe at the luxurious opulence of the place as she made her way across to the front desk.

She was just a few feet away from it, however, when she stopped dead in her tracks. There was absolutely no mistaking the person she saw lounging in one of the leather chairs that were dotted around the lobby. In horror she watched as he looked directly at her, smiled and got to his feet, walking towards her with a determined step.

“Isobel. How lovely it is to see you here!” Marcus was positively gushing with enthusiasm, and she had to brace herself against the barrage of emotions that rushed through her at the sight of him. Of all the people to run into, her ex-boyfriend from college was the last person she wanted to see. He’d made her feel totally inadequate as a woman and had been the one to leave so many emotional and psychological scars that even now she had a hard time believing in herself or her own self-worth.

“Marcus. I didn’t expect to see you here.” Isobel kept her voice neutral, but inside she was mentally telling him to go away and not talk to her.

He gave her a supercilious smile, and she couldn’t help but cringe. Then before she could guard herself and avoid it, he was pulling her into him in a bear hug that took her breath away, not necessarily in a good way.

“You look absolutely amazing!” He certainly sounded sincere, but Isobel knew from past experience that he was a very good actor and an extremely skilled liar. He took hold of both of her hands and stretched his arms out so that he could look her up and down. “It looks as though I may have been mistaken in letting you go so easily.”

Letting her go?
That had to be the understatement of the century, she thought. He hadn’t just let her go; he’d thrown her away as though she was nothing but a pile of trash, leaving her to pick up the pieces of what was left of her shattered young heart and having to cope with the ridicule of everyone mocking her for months to follow.

“So exactly what are you doing here, Marcus?” Isobel gave her hands a firm tug, giving him no option but to let her go and feeling a sense of satisfaction when she noticed the frown that he was quick to hide.

“Oh, you know us footballers. We get to go to all the best places. All paid for by our sponsors, of course.” He actually sounded smug at that, and Isobel couldn’t help but compare him to Tyler who was always so humble about his fortune and never boasted or bragged. “Of course, you know all about things being paid for, so I don’t have to tell you how much fun it is.”

He gave her a smile that could only be described as scheming, and Isobel cringed when she realized that he obviously knew about her and Tyler.

“Maybe we could hook up later on, for old time’s sake?” Marcus had carried on talking as though he liked the sound of his own voice, not even seeming to notice that Isobel hadn’t even answered him. “I’m sure you’re going to have some free time, and I don’t have any plans, so it would be the perfect way to spend a few hours.” He smiled as though he was pleased to have thought of it, but Isobel wasn’t fooled for a second.

“I’m sorry, Marcus, but I’m busy later on; and every day, for that matter.” Her voice was as icy as she could make it, and even though she was shaking with nerves inside, she was proud of the way she kept her voice steady. “Now if you’ll excuse me?” Without another word she turned and walked away, missing the furious look that crossed his face but knowing that if she stayed there talking to him she would probably throw up.

“Don’t be too hasty making that decision, Izzy,” he called after her, his voice determined. “Don’t forget, I know exactly what you like and how you like it. We could have a lot of fun.”

Isobel ignored him and carried on walking as fast as she could without running towards the front desk. She gave her name to the receptionist and retrieved the key card, and then a young man was summoned who escorted her to the bank of elevators and pressed the relevant floor button for her. It was just as well the staff was so helpful, she thought. She didn’t think that she’d have been capable of finding her own way right now.

The elevator dinged to announce that they had arrived at her floor, and when the large door glided open she walked out onto a plush carpeted hallway and followed the directions on the wall opposite to her and Tyler’s suite.

She had just reached the door and was about to slide the key card, when she felt someone touch her on her shoulder. She immediately thought that Marcus had followed her up and swung around to give him a piece of her mind, only to stop short when she came face to face with Tyler’s soon-to-be ex-wife.

“Jessica!” She knew that the shock she felt was evident in her voice, but for the life of her there was nothing she could do about it.

“Yes, Isobel.” The woman’s voice was as haughty as her demeanor, and Isobel was quickly reminded of just one of the reasons why she couldn’t stand her. “Were you expecting it to be someone else? My husband, perhaps?” Ice dripped from her lips, and Isobel felt herself quake inside. “Or maybe someone else, like the man I saw you talking with down in the lobby.”

Isobel felt herself blush. Why on earth did she feel an immediate sense of guilt? It wasn’t as though she’d done anything wrong. Hell, she hadn’t even known that Marcus was here, and if she had she would have avoided the man like the damn plague.

“I didn’t know who it was, Jessica. I wasn’t expecting to be approached by anyone, least of all you.” Isobel managed to keep the tremor from her voice, but only just.

Jessica gave a tinkling laugh that grated on Isobel’s nerves. “Well of course you weren’t, my dear. But while I’m still married to Tyler, I still own shares in this hotel.” Isobel felt her stomach sink at the words. She’d forgotten all about her shares in the hotel, and it made her wonder just how much she didn’t know about Tyler or his dealings with his wife; business or otherwise.

“Talking of Tyler and while I have your attention, I’d like to make something else very clear also.” Her voice literally sent shivers through Isobel, and not in a good way. “You do realize that you’re nothing but a fling, don’t you?”

She paused, obviously waiting for some kind of reaction from Isobel. But Isobel wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction. Not if she could help it anyway.

“Oh yes, the very fact that he’s brought you here of all places shows me that he’s not serious about divorcing me.” She gave another haughty laugh and Isobel felt as though every nerve-ending was strung as tight as it could possibly be without snapping. “I’m sure he told you that this is where he brought me for our honeymoon?” It was said as a question, but she didn’t wait for an answer.

“We had an absolutely marvelous time here, and what with being owners of the place, nothing was too much trouble. We spent every minute together with nothing and no-one being allowed to interrupt us or intrude on our time together.” She smirked superciliously. “It was always like that whenever we went anywhere. Tyler insisted on being by my side constantly; in and out of the bedroom.”

Isobel felt physically sick. It looked as though things between her and Tyler were a far cry from how they’d been between him and his wife. He hadn’t even seen her inside the hotel before he’d been hurrying off to a damn meeting, leaving her to her own devices.

“Please don’t feel badly, dear. It was only a matter of time before some floozy or other caught his eye. Especially after I told him that I didn’t want to partake in any of his sordid little sex games anymore.” She eyed Isobel up and down. “I’m sure that it’s all very novel to you, having your bottom spanked like a naughty little schoolgirl and being controlled like a plaything by a good looking and extremely wealthy man. But the novelty will soon wear off; I can assure you of that. I talk from experience.”

If Isobel had thought she’d felt sick a few minutes earlier, it was nothing to how she felt now. The fact that Tyler’s wife knew about what went on between them was more than she could stand and she felt her face burn with shame and embarrassment.

But Jessica wasn’t finished rubbing salt in the wounds yet. In fact, it seemed as though she was only just getting warmed up, as her next words cut Isobel to the bone. “If I were you, Isobel, I’d start making some plans for what you’re going to do when Tyler finishes things with you. Because he will, you know. It’s only a matter of time before he realizes exactly how much he has to lose by divorcing me. When it comes down to the wire, if he has to choose between watching his business empire crumble or giving you up, he will choose me and his business every time. You’ll be gone before you blink, and you’d do well to remember that.”

She gave Isobel a final look up and down and then turned on her well-shod feet and walked away, leaving Isobel standing there, pale and shaken to the core. Was Jessica right? Would Tyler dump her if his business was threatened? Her head was in a whirl and she really didn’t know what to think. She needed some time and some space, and Isobel knew she wouldn’t be able to get that if she stayed in the suite. Tyler’s meeting could end and he could join her at any moment, and she really needed to get her head straight before talking to him.

She put the key card in her purse and made her way back to the elevator. Maybe a walk would help her to get her thoughts straight.