Page 84 of Isabela

Frowning, I flick her clit to get her attention. “Color,” I grunt. “Not after what?”

“Yellow, but a good yellow,” she pants out. “Charles did that to me, but it was awful with him.”

I swear if she hadn’t already killed him, I would do it myself. I still wish I could have killed the bastard myself. Listened to him squeal for mercy.

Forcing the haze of red away, I remind myself that this is part of taking back Isa’s sexuality. Showing her how things can be.

“I want to do it again,” I tell her. “Number?”

Isa dutifully counts for me, making me smirk. This may not be a good game for someone who is a human computer. I’ll just have to get her to stumble for me. I’m glad I enjoy a challenge so much.

Her cream stains her thighs by now, and I spank her clit before alternating between that and finger fucking her cunt. Finally, Isabela stumbles, mewling as she comes for me.

“Fuck, I want more,” she cries out. Her thighs are a trembling mess, tears streaming down her cheeks, and she’s twitching from her orgasm.

“Do you think you can take a plug for me before I fuck you?” I ask. I’ve pushed her hard, if she says no, her word is law. I don’t know her limits as well, so I’m learning as we go. Sliding my fingers out of her still spasming cunt, I allow myself the luxury of sucking off her release.

Groaning, I hope she says yes. God, she tastes incredible.

“Can I see it?” she asks, her chest heaving from exertion. Smiling, I pull out my desk drawer and open the new box. Showing her the plug, I enjoy as her eyes blow wide with excitement, even draped over my lap. “Yes… I mean, I want to try.”

“That’s it, Little One. Fuck, I may blow my load in my pants just thinking about this. You’re so damn sexy,” I groan.

“Jesus, why is that so hot?” she whispers. I’m pretty sure she didn’t mean for me to hear her, so I smirk as I pull out the lubricant. It’s still a decent size, and I’m nowhere near done punishing her ass. It’s such a pretty shade of pink right now.

Coating my finger in the thicker silicone lube, I push a finger into her puckered hole. Isa’s eyes roll as she whines, and I rub her back.

“So fucking tight, Isa. One day you’re going to take Aria or myself in your ass. She really wants to have some fun with you, but it’s all on your time table, Little One,” I coo. Quickly, I push a second thick finger inside and Isa moans.

A knock on the door makes her head snap over her shoulder, and I shake my head. “We’re good, beautiful. The door is locked. You’re taking my fingers so well. Stay quiet and take one more before I plug you,” I whisper. “Can I help you?” I call out.

I continue to stretch her walls as I pull out a clit sucker, grinning evilly as I turn it on and place it over her clit. Isa makes a strangled cry, struggling to stay quiet.

“Dr. Murphy, do you have a moment for me?” a girl asks. God, I think it’s the same girl from before who isn’t in any of my classes.

Fucking Isa’s ass with my fingers deeper as I play with her clit, my lips purse as I look down at her. No, I most certainly don’t have a moment for you.

“I’m sorry, I’m on my lunch break currently, and am in the middle of something,” I say honestly. Isa squeals as I turn up the intensity of the clitoral toy. Removing my fingers, I pour a bit of lube over the plug to coat it before putting it at her tight ass hole.

“Sir, is there someone with you?” the girl asks, making me roll my eyes at her adeptness.

Pushing the plug in, I mutter under my breath,“Push out, Isa. That’s it. Fuck, your ass is going to be full and perfect. Don’t come yet… Can you do that?”

“I… I’ll try,” Isa promises, panting as she gets used to the plug as it slowly slides inside of her.

“I’m having lunch with my girl,” I call out. “It’s none of your business, and any noises you may hear are your own damn fault. You’ve been warned. I’m very hungry.”

Pushing the plug deeper, I grunt as Isabela cries out for me. Now that I’ve dealt with the situation in the hallway, my entire focus is on punishing the beautiful woman, spread across me like a buffet. I wasn’t exaggerating, I really am starving.

“Daddy,” she gasps. “Fuck, that feels so good. I’m so close. Please.”

“Not yet,” I growl. “Show me how well you can take my plug, beautiful. Your greedy little cunt is begging for my cock, isn’t it?”

Tears spill faster as she nods. Her gaze is in the beautiful state between being aware of everything and subspace. Isa doesn’t have to make a single decision, all she needs is to feel.

“Yes, yes, I want your cock to fuck me, Daddy,” she cries out. I don’t know if that girl is still out there or not, and frankly I don’t care. My lips twitch at the thought that she may be getting off to this.

“I want to give you my cock,” I grunt. “Your ass looks so perfect as it takes this plug. Fuck, watching it sink deeper into you, makes me think of nothing but what you’d look like taking my cock. When I fuck you, it’ll be hard and wild, can you do that?”

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