As though sensing it, Tyler paused again. “Don’t you dare come unless you ask me for permission first,” he commanded. “Do you understand?”
No. she didn’t understand any of this. All she did know was that she wouldn’t have swapped places with anyone in the world right now.
“Do you understand?” His voice was firmer now, impatience tinging his tone.
Isobel nodded; her hair damp and hanging in a curtain on either side of her face. “Yes!”
Tyler started to move again, and Isobel could have quite happily sent up a prayer of thanks as she felt him fill her once more. “Is this what you want?” His voice was gruff and it sent tingles running up Isobel’s spine.
“Faster,” she gasped. “Harder. Please!”
He laughed breathlessly, and then pulled his hips back before slamming into her with such force that he knocked the air out of her lungs. He did it again, and she cried out as she felt him hit her cervix as his balls slapped against her swollen clit. “Like that?” Now he was breathless, and Isobel relished the sound.
“Yes!” She only just got the word out before he pounded into her again. “Oh, God!”
Every time he plunged into her, she moaned loudly and felt her climax drawing closer, until with sudden clarity she knew she was going to orgasm. She frantically tried to pull away from him, to make him pull out of her so that she would have time to ask him for permission, but he was having none of it and slammed back into her again.
“Please!” Her voice was hoarse. “Tyler, please!”
“Please. What?” He emphasized both words with two more deep thrusts, and she was lost. Incapable of begging and incapable of stopping, all she could do was tumble over the edge into a climax that left her also incapable of thinking of anything but what she was experiencing.
One orgasm led into two, and two triggered off three, all of them rolling into one and all of them so intense that she didn’t even register the fact that her pussy had clenched and milked him into his own climax. Whimpers of pleasure were drawn from her and her pussy gripped hold of his cock as he exploded deep within her, their mingled juices leaking out of her and coating his balls.
In her post orgasmic haze, Isobel barely registered Tyler removing the plug from her and releasing her ankles from the spreader bar as she came attempted to steady her breathing. From her position Isobel couldn’t see Tyler’s grin as he fought for breath. Nor could she see the look of satisfaction in his eyes. “You are in so much trouble, my slut.” His voice was almost as hoarse as hers had been. “Didn’t I specifically tell you to ask me for permission to come?”
Shit! Isobel took a deep, steadying breath and willed her heart rate to slow down. “I’m sorry. But I…” Her words trailed off as he reached under her and pinched her nipple hard.
“It’s too late for ‘sorry’ or excuses, my little slut,” he chuckled wryly. “But you will have to be punished for your indiscretion.”
Isobel felt a smile of her own creep over her face. She really did like the way he punished her.
“But, right now we have work to do.” He moved away from her and stood up, holding out a hand to help her to her feet.
Isobel shook her head in a daze. She’d completely forgotten that they were at the office. Standing on shaky legs, she took the towel he passed her and mopped herself up before pulling her clothes back on.
“Tyler, can I ask you something?” It was now or never.
“Of course. You can always ask me questions, Isobel. I may not always answer them though.” He was buttoning up his shirt and missed the nervous expression on her face.
“Could we possibly go out for lunch?” She cleared her throat. “And maybe have a drink?” She knew she’d need one of those to give her a little Dutch courage before she asked him the real question.
Tyler paused before answering her. “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea, Isobel.”
“But why not?” She really didn’t want to ask him what she needed to know while they were here at the office, but she really needed to know the answer.
“How do you think it’s going to look to everyone else if I take you out for lunch?”
“Well you’re the boss, so they couldn’t very well complain to management, now could they?” Isobel had a cheeky grin on her face that he simply couldn’t resist.
“Look, let me make a phone call, and I’ll let you know. Okay?”
She supposed that she had to be satisfied with that, she thought as they made their way back to their respective offices. And less than thirty minutes later she answered a phone call from him that had her smiling and her stomach flipping all at the same time.