His Dirty Secret(32)

She moaned in response, her body pushing against him in another silent plea. Tyler laughed softly and gave her a gentle swat on the rump. “Patience, darlin’, patience.” He slid the tip of his finger over her sensitive asshole, and pushed softly once more. “You are so ready, aren’t you, Isobel?”



She didn’t even try to pretend that she didn’t know what he was talking about, and she gave a small kitten-like mewl of assent and pushed back against his hand again.



Tyler reached for an object he had placed on the floor along with a few other items. As Isobel felt him push it against her slick pussy, she thought that it might be a vibrator, and she moaned again, willing him to hurry up and put it in her. She couldn’t remember a time when she’d ever felt so desperate to be fucked, and she really didn’t care if it was by a cock, a finger or a dildo.



She almost screamed with frustration when he pulled the object away from her instead of inserting it. “Please, Tyler!” She was panting, needing release but not being allowed it. “Please!”



She was about to plead again when she felt the cool hardness of the longed for item touch her ass. Was he going to…? Her thoughts trailed off as it became very apparent that he was going to when he applied even more pressure and she felt her ass give a little. “You said you weren’t going to…”



“I know what I said, Isobel, but you are so ready for this and I want to see how you cope with both your cunt and your ass being fucked.” Tyler was so hard he hurt, and he wanted nothing more than to slam his cock inside her and fuck her mercilessly. But, he knew that this was the perfect opportunity for him to test her limits a little, and he really did want to see how she handled it.



He pushed the butt plug in a little further, giving Isobel’s ass time to adjust to the invasion as he rotated it slightly. His large hand was steady and calming on the small of her back, and he slowly inched the plug into her. Isobel groaned at the burning sensation she experienced as the plug was pushed into her until the thickest part filled her, and then the burning eased as her body became accustomed to the intrusion.



From her position on all fours, she squirmed and pushed back into Tyler as his hand roamed down her sweat-slickened back, gasping and moaning and already panting with desire at the feeling of being filled in such a taboo way.



He rubbed his palm over her buttocks, caressing the already fading red marks that his spanking had left on her creamy skin. “Absolutely beautiful,” he murmured as though to himself, and Isobel wasn’t sure if he was talking about her or the marks he had given her. He smacked her ass, making her yelp in surprise and pain even as a moan escaped her when the plug that was so firmly ensconced in her ass moved deliciously deeper.



Again and again, Tyler brought his hand down on her ass; alternating cheeks so that he didn’t hurt her too much. By the time he stopped, Isobel’s pussy was dripping juices, coating the tops of her legs and making the floor beneath her wet.



“Oh, God, Tyler! I can’t take much more.” Isobel was close to tears, but they were tears of frustration and longing rather than tears of pain. She wiggled back as far as her spread legs would allow her, unwittingly begging for him to fuck her and giving up a prayer of grateful thanks when she felt him move in close behind her.



With one hand on her hip, the other took hold of his cock and directed it to her slit, teasingly stroking it up and down against her sex. “Please!” Isobel was begging again, but past caring how needy she sounded.



“Please what, slut?”



“Fuck me! Please!” The desire and want was evident in her voice, and she wiggled her ass against him again as she pleaded.



She heard the smile in his voice as he answered her. “Just remember, I’m doing this because I want to, not because you’re begging me to. Although it is delightful when you beg like that.” His cock brushed over her pussy lips once more, and she held her breath, anticipation eating her alive.



Tyler slowly inched himself into her, his head spreading her wide as her lips parted for him. Isobel moaned as she felt herself being stretched; his girth almost more than she could handle. But eventually he was in as deep as he could go, and then he paused, allowing her time to adjust to the weight and feel of him inside her.



She didn’t think that she could take much more, but then he withdrew just as slowly and she realized that no matter what she thought, he was going to prove her wrong. The heat that coiled inside of Isobel was almost unbearable, and she tried to lean back onto him to make him go deep inside her again. A swift smack on her ass soon stopped her though, and all she could do was arch her back in response as her climax started to build up inside her once more.