Page 30 of Isabela

“What’s your color, baby?” I croon. I’m not using the belt on her tonight, in fact this kind of impact play isn’t something I enjoy. I do, however, enjoy leaning into the fantasy, listening to her breaths get shorter as she imagines what it would feel like as I crack the belt over her supple skin, turning us both on.

“Green, Daddy,” she rasps.

“Good, good,” I murmur, making quick work of turning the belt into cuffs for her wrists. Aria gasps before she nervously giggles as I tighten them, which makes me smirk.

My girl has been a little off lately, unable to focus, and dare I say depressed? One of the reasons this is one of our dynamics is because it helps settle her. Since she’s been worse than I’ve ever seen her, a more intentional approach should be what she needs.

I just wish we had a bit more time.

Ghosting my hand down her back, I smile as she writhes under me like a cat, desperate for my attention. I’ve been consumed by work, and we’ve both been looking forward to tonight.

“There we go,” I murmur before bringing my hand up and down on her luscious ass.

“Ah!” Aria cries out, not ready for the change. It’s why I did it this way. It’s more fun when she’s not expecting it.

“You’re doing so good. Gotta warm you up a little, and you deserve this, don’t you, baby?” I ask before I spank her again.

“I… ah! Daddy, please,” she whines.

“Did you forget your words, Aria?” I ask, teasing her as I drag my fingers over her pussy. She’s soaking wet, making me growl as I spread her lips and rub her arousal over her clit.

“Y… yes,” my wife gasps. “More, Daddy.”

“Good girl, you’re so damn wet for me. Good girls get rewards and orgasms, but not yet,” I tell her.

Picking up the lubricant bottle, I pour a bit between her ass cheeks. Rubbing it in, I push two fingers deep into her ass. Aria groans as she lifts up onto her toes, making me smile.

“That’s it, love.”

Returning the bottle to the table, I wipe my fingers off with a wet wipe from the package I keep in the drawer. There’s also a clitoral vibrator in there as well, because I’m always prepared.

Picking up the plug, I make sure to carefully pour a fair amount of lubricant onto it before I press it against her puckered hole.

“Breathe, Aria,” I command when I see her gasp and begin to hold her breath. Watching as she exhales, I start to work the plug slowly into her ass. “Fuck, your ass looks so good taking this plug, baby. That’s it. It’s okay to cry…”

Aria whimpers as she gets used to the plug, and I pull out the vibrator to distract her. Turning it on, I rub it over her clit, smiling as she makes a strangled sound as she struggles to process the sensations overwhelming her body.

“What’s your color, beautiful?” I ask her, rocking the toy over her nub.

“Yellow,” she huffs, her eyes rolling back as her legs start to shake.

“Perfect,” I murmur. I’m going to push her, I know it’s not always going to be green lights, and I want her to be honest with me. “Take a little more, I know you want to feel full. You want your reward, don’t you?”

“Yes, I… oh shit, fuck, ah!” she screams as I push harder on the plug, while still playing with her clit. “Daddy, yes, Goddamn it.”

“I know,” I chuckle. Releasing the plug for a moment, since it’s buried in her ass at almost the widest point, I push my clean fingers into her wet, warm cunt.

Aria loses herself as I bring her closer to release, before screaming in frustration when I pull them out, sticking them in my mouth to clean them off.

“Fuck, you taste divine. I can’t wait for someone else to bury themselves between your pretty thighs, drowning in your cream, baby girl.”

“Fuck,” Aria whispers, a shudder taking over her body as she lets my dirty words play over in her mind. My wife is perfect, her imagination will run rampant with the image I just gave her, so I leave her to her thoughts for a moment.

I don’t give her long before I rub her ass and smack it hard, making her gasp as she comes back to the present. Aria works hard to take the plug as I push it in, and she whimpers and begs to come, but never uses her safe word.

Her eye makeup is running down her face from crying and she’s a beautiful mess as I work her to the edge of her orgasm over and over.

“Ahhhh, please, please, fuck me!” she cries out, begging. She knows if I fuck her, I’ll let her come, probably.

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