His Dirty Secret - Slave To The Billionaire - Contemporary Erotic Romance by Evelyn Troy

called a spreader bar,” Tyler informed
her. “And it does exactly what it says on the box; it spreads your
legs and keeps them that way.”
     
    Isobel gulped. She knew that every
part of her body was now at Tyler’s disposal, and he could do
whatever the hell he wanted to her. Of course, the fact that that
thought turned her on beyond belief wasn’t lost on her, and she
felt herself get even wetter at the prospect of whatever may come
next.
     
    She didn’t have long to
wait to find out as something connected with her bottom a split
second after she’d heard the sound of whatever it was whooshing
through the air. The contact wasn’t painful in the slightest, but
it was unexpected and she couldn’t control the small yelp of
surprise that escaped her. She knew that he wasn’t using the paddle
that he’d used yesterday; this was more intense and stung a lot more. And it was
rigid, almost like a stick or a cane.
     
    She felt the air part again as he
swung, and a split second later the stick connected just under the
curve of her ass cheek, making her gasp and yelp again. “The paddle
yesterday was interesting, but I think you need something a little
more severe.” He leaned closer to her before continuing. “I’m not
going to use the whip on you just yet, but the crop comes a close
second.”
     
    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,