Page 88 of Isabela

“I feel as if everything I’ve been working for is falling apart,” I sigh. “Bernie called me today, and he said that he didn’t like the direction my last few chapters have been going. He thinks it’s too dark. The issue is that I can’t imagine my characters reacting differently. It’s why they’ve been fighting me so hard.”

“My wife has imaginary men who bully her. Poor baby,” he teases me. “Will you please let me help? You’ve been struggling since you signed with these assholes. Why can’t I just fund a publishing company for you? I’m sure we could help a lot of up and coming authors this way.”

Turning in his lap in shock, I immediately start to shake my head. “It would cost so much to do that,” I retort. “You can’t just start a publishing company!”

“You’re right, I don’t have time,” he grunts. “What if I buy one that is floundering but has good bones? You’ve been unhappy for months, Aria. Why can’t I just fix it?”

“I’m being stubborn,” I confess. “Writing is something I have that’s all my own. I queried, got an agent, and landed a publishing deal myself. No one can say I relied on you or the Society to make it happen.”

“Aria,” my husband growls. It’s the only warning I get until I’m upended. My blonde hair almost touches the ground as Gael flips up my dress. I’m wearing a thong, so his hand raises and draws down to smack my ass. “You’re a smart and talented woman. You don’t fucking need me for anything. Say it!”

“Ahh!” I cry out as he spanks me again. “I’m a smart… Gael!”

“Nope, try again, baby,” he rumbles, spanking me again.

“I’m a smart and talented… fuck me!” I yell as he spanks me twice more.

“That wasn’t really what I was going for,” Gael teases. “I am hard as stone after listening to you scream for me though. You’ll be my good little slut and suck my cock, won’t you wife?”

“Yes,” I moan. I’m already super fucking aroused, and need him to fuck my throat. Even if he won’t let me come, I want him to use me. We weren’t quite fighting, but it’s close enough to make me uncomfortable.

I’ve never said in so many words that I wanted to succeed as an author on my own merit, but I guess it’s true. I’m the wife of a high level secret society member, I’m considered arm candy at best.

Gael slips under my panties and flicks my clit, making me gasp. “Shit,” I whimper.

“On your knees,” he growls. As I slip to the floor, Gael grabs my chin roughly as he opens the fly of his pants. “You’re precious to me, and I want all of your dreams to come true. It’s not that I don’t believe you can’t do it, I don’t want you to struggle so damn hard for it. Got it?”

I’m nodding hard as he releases his cock. Fisting my hair, he pulls me to him, giving me a second to take a breath before my mouth is full of him. Gael’s masculine scent fills my nose as I moan, sucking his large mushroom tip.

I know he doesn’t have it in him to be gentle, and that’s fine. I don’t want it.

“I want to see the indentation of my cock down your throat,” he mutters. “Choke on it like the dirty girl you are.”

I moan as I swallow him down, my tongue sliding along the thick vein on the underside of his shaft. Gael is in control as his fingers massage my scalp, as he pulls on my hair, to force me to gag on him. I’ll never get used to how large he is as he throat fucks me.

It’s a myth that it gets easier. I love the way his cock blocks my airway, making my fingers curl into the thick muscles of his thighs.

“Fuck yes, baby. You don’t need to breathe to suck my cock, do you? Did you remember to lock the door, or is someone going to find you on your knees as you worship your God?” Gael asks.

His words are filthy, but they make my eyes roll back as I whine. I want a cock inside of my pussy more than I want or need air. I have passed out a few times while we’ve played like this, only waking up as he comes on my face with a shit-eating grin on his lips.

Moaning as he uses me, Gael pulls me flush against his pelvis so I can’t breathe. Thrusting shallowly, he uses me for his own depraved pleasure.

“That’s my good little slut. Fuck, just a little longer. I’m almost there. Aria, swallow it all, baby. You can do it,” he groans.

The first rush of cum hits the back of my throat, and he pulls away a little as his head drops back in pleasure. His fingers are tangled in my hair, and I know I’m going to look a hot mess after he’s done with me.

I don’t care though, because I’m making Gael Murphy come apart for me. I feel a heady rush of power as I swallow him down, shuddering as I taste him.

The chaotic energy I’ve been experiencing begins to fade, the voices that tell me that I suck as a writer, quieting. Gael slowly pulls me off his cock, popping my lips off as I stare up at him with hooded eyes.

“Show me your filthy mouth,” he commands. I always keep some cum in my mouth because he loves this part. Opening, I show him the pool of his release on my tongue. Gael dips his head down, kissing me in a perfectly sinful kiss. His tongue swipes over mine, cleaning me up perfectly.

“What are your plans today, other than not coming?” he asks as he rewards me with a sexy lazy grin.

“I don’t know,” I rasp. My lips feel swollen from the kiss and sucking his cock, and I feel a little dazed. “I don’t feel like going home yet. Maybe I’ll text Isa to see what she’s up to.”

“I think she may be in the library,” he says, leaning back to put his cock away. “Maybe we’ll go out to dinner tonight, unless you have other plans? I’m going to be here a little later than usual due to these exams. After this they just have papers due, which is why I give them early.”

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