Page 87 of Isabela

There are professors chatting as I walk down the hall once I’m on the third floor, and they stare as I walk. I may ignore the students, but I’m for damn sure not going to feel uncomfortable in my husband's department.

“Good afternoon, gentlemen,” I say with a warm smile. “I trust everything is okay?”

“Yes,” Dr. Borg says, shifting his feet. I raise my brow at how odd they’re all acting. “Did you come by earlier by chance? There were odd noises coming from Gael’s office.”

Isa. Snorting, I shake my head. “No, that was probably our girlfriend,” I tell him. “She is probably going to be around a lot more. Try not to be too much of a stick in the mud about this, would you?”

“You approve of this?” Dr. Rivers gasps.

“She sleeps in bed with me, of course I do,” I say with a giggle. Granted, it’s fairly new, but I don’t want the department to make this awkward for Isabela.

She’s not a homewrecker for God’s sake.

“Well then. I thought this would be awkward,” Dr. Borg mutters. “He’s in his office grading exams.”

Giving him a sunny smile, I thank him and continue on. My eyes roll back hard as I pass the gossip mongers. Gael and I don’t care what people think, but I don’t know how Isabela will react if these old men act like assholes to her.

Reaching Gael’s office, I knock on the door as I poke my head inside. “Hey,” I say with an unrestrained grin. “I hear you’re having loud sex with someone who isn’t me. The horror!”

My husband glances up, giving me a lazy and unrepentant smirk. “Come in and close the door, brat. Our girl got her first spanking as an adult today,” he says.

Intrigued, I enter the room and close it behind myself.

“How did that go?” I ask, pulling out his food and walking over to the desk. Gael’s eyes train on the container in my hand, licking his lips. While I wouldn’t mind if he was excited to eat my pussy, I guess he needs real food first.

“God, she’s fucking perfect,” he groans, taking the food. Gael rummages inside before pulling out a cookie and taking a big bite. “Are you stress baking again, baby?”

“Yeah, my publisher is a dick bag,” I mutter. “More on that later. Did she cry when you spanked her?”

“She did, but it was like a relieved cry,” he explains. “Isabela counted her punishment, came like a dream, and now is walking around campus with her ass plugged after having been throughly fucked.”

“Your colleagues think you’re cheating on me,” I tell him, shaking my head as I place my bag on the floor and bend down to pull out my water bottle.

“So the brat does survive on something other than iced coffee,” he snarks.

“You’ve been married to me for this long, and you still don’t know all of my tricks,” I giggle.

“Come here,” Gael growls, making me shiver. Setting my bottle on the desk, I walk over to him, gasping when he snakes his arm around my waist to pull me into his lap. “You’re too smart for your good, and you drive me insane.”

“Tell me what you think of your food,” I prompt him, unrepentant.

We spend the next half hour chatting as he eats, and I learn that Isa left happy and settled.

“I told Isabela about how my anxiety makes me feel unbalanced,” I confess with a sigh.

My father wasn’t a good man, and was the worst kind of a narcissist. It’s maybe why I have a hard time feeling as if I’m enough. I also really connected with Isabela early on as a kindred spirit.

“That’s a big deal,” he murmurs, kissing my shoulder. “What else did you guys talk about?”

My lips twitch because my husband is a busybody. He wants to know about everything that’s happening. It’s why he makes such a good spy.

“We talked about how you help settle me when my energy is chaotic. I think she’s been intrigued instead of scared about punishments and rewards,” I explain.

Sobering, Gael frowns as he thinks. “Charles hurt her in other ways when Isabela was with him,” he says softly. “He spanked her pussy. She said when I did it, it felt better, and I swear to God I wanted to kill him again. That man tried to ruin every sexual kink that he could think of. You should have seen her face when I took off my belt. Isa thought I was going to spank her with it.”

“Fuck no,” I grunt. There are people who enjoy that kind of punishment, but it’s not our thing. The crack of a belt coming out of his belt loops does ruin my panties every time, though. “So she’s doing okay?”

“She’s much better. Now, I want to know how my beautiful wife is doing. You’re practically vibrating, baby,” he says worriedly. My foot has been moving this entire time, and I struggle to stop fidgeting.

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