Page 4 of Isabela

“Give me your wrists,” I tell her instead. The couch faces my desk, so the back of it is toward the door. Aria’s bare ass is about to be exposed to the air, though I’m not worried.

It’s after six in the afternoon, and everyone knows no one should come near my office door when my wife is visiting. This is my time.

Aria moves her wrists behind her back. If she was a good little submissive, I’d tell her to leave them there, but my wife isn’t.

She’s impulsive, a brat, and enjoys pushing me.

Pulling off my tie, I wrap it up her arms until it’s tied tightly. Pulling her dress down her body until her tits pop out of it, I smirk. My wife is so beautiful.

“Step out of your shoes,” I command, widening my thighs so she's stretched over my lap. Aria does as I say, and I pull her panties down her thighs.

Unable to help myself, I run my fingers up her core, pleasantly surprised she’s already drenched. By the time I’m done, it’ll start to paint her thighs.

The most important question is whether or not I’ll let her come after this. Stuffing my fingers in my mouth, I groan as I suck her arousal off them, rolling my eyes. My cock is rock hard under her stomach, and Aria moans as she listens to me.

“You’re Daddy’s little brat, aren’t you, baby?” I growl as I return my hand to massaging her ass. She won’t be able to anticipate the spanking, and I continue to talk to her.

“Yes, no, ahh!” Aria screeches as my hand comes down hard on her asscheek, smirking as she pants.

“Shh, or I’ll find something to fill that pretty little mouth with. Should I call in one of my colleagues?” I ask her. She’s open to trying anything at least once, and I’ve taken her to a sex club a few times to explore her fantasies.

I just love her wide eyed excitement. Aria was a virgin when we got married, and now we get to explore everything together. She’s been wanting to play with a woman, but the timing hasn’t been right.

“Daddy, please,” she whispers, moaning as I rub the sting slowly on her ass.

“You know what I want,” I murmur. “Give it to me.”

“Yes, Daddy. I wish I could suck a big, fat cock while you spank me to keep me quiet—ah!”

I spank her right on her pretty pussy, and then twice more on her ass. I make sure I hit in different spots, so she won’t go numb, and she rises onto her toes each time, struggling to keep her balance. As her cries get louder, I push my fingers into her mouth.

“Suck my fingers. Pretend it’s the dick you wish so badly was gagging you right now,” I growl, starting to feel feral.

Aria’s cries are stifled as I push my fingers further, and I groan as her gagging sounds make my cock start to leak.

I continue to rub her ass, my heart settling as I feel how warm her skin is. There’s something inside of me that needs this as much as she does.

Rubbing her clit, I push my fingers inside her tight pussy, fucking her with them as my other hand fucks her mouth.

It doesn’t take long before she starts to twitch, and her body begins to tighten as she gets closer to her release.

“That’s it, Baby Girl. Punishment is over, now come for me,” I rumble. My gorgeous wife writhes across my lap for a moment before she screams.

I knew she would, so I use my fingers to steal her breath, shuddering as she squirts all over my fingers. “Fuck yes, you’re so damn beautiful, Aria.”

I continue finger fucking her through her orgasm, though I pull my fingers out of her mouth. Holding tightly instead to the column of her throat, I force her to look up at me as I lazily pump my fingers.

“This pussy is mine, and only mine. I may let you play with others, but you belong to me,” I growl. The claim is enough for her to come again, and I grin as her eyes roll back as she shudders.

Stripping her of her panties, I lift her up so she’s straddling me. I leave her arms bound, loving how blissed out she looks as she’s still half wearing her dress. The material serves to help keep her arms pushed tightly against her body, and I release my cock, dragging it through her core.

“Are you going to take my cock like a good girl, or are you going to continue to be a brat?” I ask her with an arched eyebrow. The ball is in her court, and I know when her lips twist in mischief that she’s going to be a bad girl.

“I—”

Lifting her so she’s turned away from me, I pull her legs tightly to her chest before I impale her on my cock. I don’t even care what anyone may think if they can hear her as I fuck her, bouncing her up and down my dick.

“You’re going to be Daddy’s pretty little fuck toy, huh?” I pant, lifting her up before I drop her on my cock each time. Aria has no control this way, trussed up like my perfect little cum queen. “I’m going to fill you with my cum and then plug you so you can think about what a brat you are. Fuck, I’m so damn hard thinking about all of these blow hards jerking off to your screams.”

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