Chapter 2: School Bullies

Isabella stopped trying to convince her mother when she realized her words weren’t being taken seriously.

“Isabel, your dad is waiting for us. Let’s head to dinner,” Laura called from the doorway. With a sigh, Isabella set the book she had been reading on her bed and followed her mother out of the room.

Lorenzo was already seated at the dining table when he spotted Isabella, and a smile spread across his face. "I've prepared dinner for us. My cooking may not be perfect, but I promise you'll enjoy it."

Laura returned his smile warmly. "I've tasted your cooking before; you're the best I've ever known. If every man cooked like you, women would fall in love every day," she said, playfully flattering him.

Lorenzo chuckled, his gaze lingering on Isabella for a moment before he spoke again. "Enough of the pleasantries; let's eat."

They all sat down and enjoyed the meal in comfortable silence.

After they finished eating, Laura turned to Isabella and said, "I've finalized the transfer. You can start classes tomorrow, Isabel."

A smile spread across Isabella's face, and her eyes lit up with anticipation. She had expected to be at home for a few more days before the transfer was completed, so the news was both surprising and relieving.

Laura then placed her hand on Lorenzo's and added, "This was all possible because of your father, Isabel. You should thank him for his efforts."

Before Isabella could respond, Lorenzo interjected, "She doesn't need to thank me. As her father, it's what I ought to do."

Isabella quietly stacked the used plates and murmured, "Thank you for everything."

As she took the plates to the kitchen, Laura felt uneasy about Isabella's reaction and apologized to Lorenzo. "I'm sorry, Lorenzo. You know she's still getting used to having you in her life."

Lorenzo nodded in understanding.

"I'll go talk to her," Laura said, rising to her feet.

As she turned around, Lorenzo playfully smacked her on the backside and gave it a squeeze.

Laura gasped, a slight moan escaping her lips, and turned to smile at Lorenzo, who murmured, "I still want you tonight."

"Naughty boy," Laura replied shyly, heading to the kitchen.

There, she found Isabella busy at the sink, washing dishes. Leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed, she asked, "You don't seem to like Lorenzo, do you?"

Isabella paused, recalling Lorenzo's ogling gaze. She rinsed the plates and then turned to her mother with a forced smile.

"Mom, if you're happy, I'm happy. It's just hard to suddenly call him 'Dad,'" Isabella said honestly.

Laura nodded in understanding. "Take your time. I'll explain it to him. Do you want him to drive you to school tomorrow?"

Isabella felt a wave of apprehension at the thought of being alone with Lorenzo. She quickly said, "No need for that; I can go on my own."

Laura didn't insist. Instead, she helped Isabella clean the kitchen, and then they returned to the living room, where Lorenzo was focused on the screen.

"What are you watching, honey?" Laura asked.

Lorenzo turned his head toward her and smiled. "Iron Man. Want to join me?"

"Of course, I can't let you watch it all alone," Laura said, settling beside him and leaning against him.

"I'll be in my room. Goodnight, Mom and Lorenzo," Isabella said before heading back to her room.

After she left, Lorenzo remained silent, and Laura worried that he might misinterpret Isabella's behavior as rude.

"Babe, please don't get the wrong idea. She's just excited about starting at a new school. She didn't want to stay up late because she was worried about making a bad impression by being late tomorrow," Laura rambled anxiously.

Lorenzo gently placed a finger on her lips and whispered, "Shh!"

Then his hand slipped into her pants, and he slowly rubbed his thumb on her clit. Maintaining eye contact, he said, "I want you to call me Lorenzo. Don’t call me 'baby.' I always want to hear you say my name whenever I touch you and make love to you. You are so wet down there, huh?"

Laura jerked and clamped her legs together as she felt Lorenzo’s fingers slide into her tight, wet cunt. Her breathing quickened as he buried his head in the crook of her neck, using his lips and tongue to nibble her sensitive spot.

"Lorenzo, ahh! This is the sitting room," she gasped, her eyes dimming as she clutched his arm wearily, afraid Isabella would walk in on them.

Lorenzo planted a kiss on her cheek and then traced his tongue along her jawline, murmuring, "Relax and enjoy it. Don't deny your body the pleasure it desires. Now take your hands off me and let me touch you until you reach ecstasy."

The sensation of being controlled and dominated sent waves of pleasure through Laura. 

As she let go, Lorenzo's fingers slipped in and out of her, and he whispered enticing words into her ear, his tongue teasing her sensitive spot. The thrill of being dominated, combined with the fear of her daughter discovering her secret, ignited an uncontrollable excitement that sent shivers down her spine. Each of his touches elicited a passionate response from her body, intensifying the mix of dread and desire.

"Lorenzo, yes, I’m going to cum! I’m cumming, Lorenzo! Ooh, Lorenzo!" she moaned loudly, her body quaking. She gripped his arm tightly, trembling several times before calming down, having already bitten his arm in the heat of the moment.

Withdrawing his fingers, Lorenzo put them into his mouth and sucked on them, maintaining his gaze on Laura, who was panting and slick with sweat. 

"You taste so good," Lorenzo complimented.

Catching her breath, Laura replied, "Thank you."

"I’m hard for you. Let’s go inside and finish what we started." Lorenzo got to his feet and swept Laura into his arms, carrying her inside in a bridal style. It promised to be a noisy night for Isabella.

Isabella got up early the next day and prepared for school. When she entered the kitchen to make breakfast, she was startled.

“Oh my!” she exclaimed, a little frightened by Lorenzo's unexpected presence as he moved around in his briefs.

With a playful smile, he turned around, the noticeable bulge in his briefs catching Isabella's attention. "Breakfast will be ready soon," he said. "Why don't you go wait for it at the dining table?"

Feeling uncomfortable and embarrassed by his near-nakedness, Isabella quickly retreated to her room. She only returned when her mom called her for breakfast. After eating, she wanted to talk to her mom, but Laura left in a hurry.

After taking the school bus, Isabella arrived at her new school. As she studied the map in her hands, a group of boys approached her. The one in front was large and intimidating. “You must be the new girl, Isabella Laura, right?” he asked.