Page 31 of Isabela

“You’ve been so good for me, Aria. Come for me. Take the last little bit of this plug, and explode for me. Then I’ll give you your surprise. Fuck, I love you so much,” I groan. Aria’s body bows like a string pulled too tightly as I turn the clit toy up to the highest level.

The wordless scream tells me I pushed her perfectly as wave after wave of her orgasm rolls through her body, and her ass pulls in the plug the last bit of the way as if it was waiting for this.

Aria collapses like someone cut her strings as I drop the toy, lifting her body to cuddle her.

“God, you’re incredible,” I whisper. Aria looks up sleepily as I kiss her and rub my hands over her body. She struggles to find a comfortable position, and I know she’ll be feeling the plug the entirety of the night.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispers back. “My makeup is probably a complete mess, huh?”

“A little bit,” I tease her with a chuckle as I untie her wrists. “Get fixed up, and I’ll get your clothes ready?”

Aria grins up at me, because I’m in protective mode. I want to take care of her after what we did. For me that’s aftercare in the form of cuddling, but I also don’t want her to have to overthink an outfit. If I take the decisions from her, all she has to do is go with it.

“Thank you,” she sighs. Her body is relaxed and she looks happy as she rises and goes to the bathroom, though her horrified gasp makes me snort as I get up. Her makeup is kind of wrecked.

Oh well. Aria is a magician, and I know she’ll have it fixed quickly.

Pulling out another wet wipe, I clean off my hands as I walk into her closet. We have separate closets because I need everything in its place, and she very much doesn’t.

Aria has a million things going on in her head as she goes through the day, so once a week she’ll pick up her closet so she can find things. Otherwise, she doesn’t bother. I know who I married, and it doesn’t bother me for the most part. We just make accommodations in our shared spaces.

Humming under my breath as I skim over her clothes, I nod as I pull out a black lacy bodysuit that unsnaps at the bottom. The material is thick enough that you can’t see through it, and it’s a thong back.

Next, I pick out a black mini skirt and high heeled peep toe shoes. Her surprise is in the sex toy cabinet, so I open it and pull out a remote control toy that’ll cup her pussy perfectly.

There’s a magnetic cap on the bottom of the toy that’ll keep it from moving in her panties, and it’s very lightweight. Pocketing the remote, I stroll out of the closet and set out her clothes and toy like the perfect husband that I am.

“You look very smug and proud of yourself, Gael,” Aria comments as she walks back into the bedroom and sees me. “I’m a little scared to see what you chose. Hopefully it’s clothes.”

I bark out a laugh, because there’s no way I’d do that to her. “Have some faith, Aria. No one gets to see what’s mine other than the pretty girl we’ll be sharing together,” I murmur, moving behind her to kiss her shoulder as she looks at the bed.

“Oh,” she breathes. “This outfit is pretty, but between the plug and the toy I probably won’t be sitting down anytime soon.”

“That’s okay,” I reassure her with a smirk. “We’ll be walking around and mingling. I’m pretty sure we’re already running late, so hurry up.”

Aria swats my arm with a giggle and gets dressed quickly, while I allow myself to feel excited for the rest of the night. Whatever happens, I know it’ll be incredible.

ISABELA

I didn’t have any trouble leaving my apartment tonight, and everything has been going very well. I’m almost nervous about it, but I’m determined not to let anything get in the way of having a night where I throw caution to the wind and just get to be me.

The Isa the world gets to see is reclusive because it’s safer this way. Here outside of the club, I remind myself that no one knows who I am.

The club is a brick building with a purple cursive light telling me that I’m at the right place: Club Ecstasy. People are giving their name if they’re male or showing their key at the door if they’re female, and I pull the key with my name on it, that I received with my acceptance in the mail, out of my clutch to show the security guard.

“Hello Miss Isabela,” the guard says with a professional smile as he crosses my name off his list. “Welcome to Club Ecstasy. Please walk through this door. You’ll hand your key to the doorman, and then follow everyone into the main room. Please enjoy yourself.”

Opening the black door he’s standing in front of, he bids me goodnight as I walk inside. The inside of the club has wood floors and normal lighting as I am greeted by the doorman before I move any further. I place my key into the black velvet bag he’s holding, and he explains that keys won’t be drawn until later in the night.

“Thank you,” I tell him before I follow the person in front of me into the main room. A waitress in black lingerie intercepts me as I take in the beautiful decor, and I decide I love everything about this.

“Good evening, Miss. Would you care for a drink?” she asks with a warm smile. For some reason, it helps settle my nerves that everyone has been so nice so far.

“Can I get a glass of champagne?” I ask with a smile. It’s easier to smile at someone who already is, I've found. I don’t know why it is, but it’s why I'd smile back at strangers when I was allowed to grocery shop.

I take the glass she offers me and hold onto my smile despite the disquieting thought. The real world doesn’t exist outside of here. Tonight, I’m only living for the now. Fuck everything else.

I decided to wear a white long-sleeved silky top without a bra, and left a few buttons open. I don’t often dress up, so I wanted to be comfortable and feel pretty as well.

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