Page 75 of Bling

“Very good, Doll. Enjoy your reward.”

He leaned forward and pressed the wand to her cunt. She bucked her hips against the vibrator and cried out as the sensations overtook her.

“Come whenever you need to,” he encouraged.

The orgasm shot through her and he watched her convulse beneath the vibrator’s sensation. He kept it in place until a second orgasm rolled through her.

When she was pleading for him to stop, he pulled the toy away and set it on the nearby table.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “I like watching you come for me.”

He stood and unzipped his jeans, lowering them enough to free his thick erection. He tore open a condom and rolled it on then positioned himself at her opening.

With his hands gripping her hips, he thrust himself into her, not taking the time to go slow. He needed her. Now. She groaned and pushed her hips backward to meet his thrust and soon he was pounding himself into her, their bodies slamming together hard and fast. It wouldn’t be long before he found his own release, and he wanted Isabelle to go with him.

“I want you to come again. Can you make it happen or do you need some help?” he asked, ready to hand her the vibrator.

Her fingers slid between her legs and found her clit. “I can do it, Sir,” she cried as he fucked her.

When she was on the brink, he let himself go, biting out a command for her to come with him.

She did, and together they sailed over the brink of pleasure, letting the torrents of bliss carry them all the way down.

He shifted her so he could collapse onto the lounger behind her and together they lay recovering as their breathing returned to a normal pace.

Slowly they floated back to reality, and he eased away from her to clean up. Someone else would want this play space soon, and it had to be sanitized.

Isabelle stood and started to gather the sheet and pick up the toys.

“Kneel,” he said as he snapped his fingers.

She immediately dropped the sheet and lowered herself to the ground, her head held high as instructed.

“No extra work, Isabelle. I meant it. I’ll clean this up.”

“Sorry, Sir,” she whispered, watching as he moved around the room shirtless, picking things up. The table had a shelf underneath with cleaning supplies which he used to wipe down the leather chaise lounge and wipe down the magic wand vibrator. He tucked his toys back into his bag, then handed Isabelle her clothes.

“What time is your reception shift?” he asked.

“Midnight, Sir.”

“Good girl. We have a couple hours to socialize then.”

They left the alcove holding hands to mix and mingle with others at the party.

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