Isobelle“Have you seen what's inside the bag?” Lucas held his bottom lip between his teeth, arching a brow.He knew damn well what was inside the bag . . . they all did.I still hadn't checked because I assumed it was a dress . . . just a plain white dress from a cute boutique in town. Maybe they had planned to introduce me to their parents and bought me something formal to wear for dinner. Their smug reactions suggested they knew more than I did, which only triggered my curiosity. Now that it was daylight, I took out the flimsy garment and noticed the red cross on the front of it.“Oh my God!” I laughed.Alex got me a slutty nurse's uniform, along with a pair of white pumps. This wasn’t a dinner date . . . not unless I was the only dish on the menu. As much as it thrilled me, I couldn't help but wonder why they were so reluctant for me to meet their mother . . . unless their parents wouldn't approve of our relationship. Mine sure as hell didn't. But they couldn't keep me a secret fo
IsobelleI entered the bedroom, not knowing what kind of punishment to expect. Alex was waiting for me in the same place I left him, lounging on top of the sheets in a casual pose. His eyes stalked my movements like an animal hunting its dinner. His cock had already risen to full-mast, thick, veined, and intimidating. My hands were shaking like a delinquent schoolgirl who had been sent to the principal’s office. I let out a shaky breath. My eyes darted all around the room, searching for instruments of torture. There was nothing out on display. Not a belt, a spanking paddle, or anything that revealed his plans. Whatever discipline Alex had in mind he was keeping it a secret.“It’s time for my sponge bath, nurse . . .” Alex’s hardened glare made him look ten times sexier, making me swoon.If there was one thing the Bennett’s had been graced with, it was inhuman good looks. Upon the nightstand, I saw a bowl of steamy water, a bar of soap, and a natural sponge. Grayson had undoubtedly hel
IsobelleI turned to sneak a look and saw something long and thin in Alex’s hand. Maybe it was a riding crop — no, it wasn’t one of those. It looked more like a teacher’s cane. Not the wooden bamboo kind. This one was a glossy black stick.“I told you to face the wall,” Alex ordered.My head snapped back to face the varnished timber.“Taking into consideration that this was her first offense, and that her intentions were good, I think it warrants ten swats,” Grayson decided.“Ten swats?” Alex sounded incredulous.“I’ve deducted more than half given the circumstances. So, that’s five for you and five for me,” Grayson bargained.I got the impression Alex thought I was getting off lightly.“We don’t want her to become a sobbing mess before we fuck her now, do we?” Grayson reasoned.Ten swats are bad enough!“True,” Alex agreed. “Allow me to go first.”My breath lodged in my throat as I braced myself. He was going to whip me with that stick, and it was likely to hurt like a bitch.“As you
Isobelle “Ahh . . . Alex!” I cried out, earning me a slap across my right ass cheek.“Sorry, Master,” I corrected.Alex gave me a series of slaps each time I uttered a swear word while he feasted. I did it on purpose, just to receive another spanking. The vibration of the sex toy, his tongue writhing around my clit, and the sting of his slaps had me jerking like a bucking bronco.Grayson tugged on the zip of the slutty nurse’s outfit, allowing my breasts to spill out. He yanked the skimpy material over my head and tossed it onto the floor. Now I was as naked as they were.“These are perfect,” he uttered, circling his fingers around each taut nipple.He moved from behind me and kneeled on the mattress. Dipping down to my breast, he sucked my nipple into his hot mouth, suckling so hard I almost came there and then on the spot. All I could do was ride out the sweaty mess express until I reached my orgasmic destination.“Fuck, this feels so good,” I moaned.“Open wide, baby girl, Daddy’s
IsobelleToday would be a glorious day, I could feel it. Not only had I responded to my father's latest text, which was an urgent plea for me to speak with him or else he would call his contacts at the FBI, I became the bigger person and forgave my mother. All this stress was not good for the baby. I wanted the next nine months to be drama free — if that was even remotely possible, considering I lived with rowdy quadruplets who bickered and fought one another at every given opportunity. Just as I hit send, my phone rang. It was Dad. After a moment of panic, staring at my phone as if Satan himself was calling me, I answered with an incredible meek, “Hello.”Dad's breath rattled down the line as he considered what to say. “Hello, flower,” he returned in his broad Yorkshire accent, sounding flustered.“How are things with you and Mum?” I tested the water with a flinch of my eyes.“Hm, well . . . we've had a lengthy chat,” he revealed, pausing in between, most probably because Mum was the
IsobelleLakewell was bustling with life. All the convenient parking spots had been taken, so we had to use the vacant spaces that were further down the harbor. We crossed the busy main road and headed toward the shopping precinct. The contemptuous glares from the locals didn't trouble me as they did before. I had become immune to it all. Radiating happiness as I strolled through the town with four desirable men flanked at my sides.“I'll catch you later, babe. I've got an appointment at Tatouché in fifteen minutes,” Mason said as he leaned down for a kiss.“Oh? Are you getting another tattoo?” I inquired, draping my arms around his neck.“What are you getting this time?” I queried.“Hm, it's a surprise,” he replied, giving nothing away.The delighted gleam in his eyes told me I would love whatever it was. Mason's kiss was short and sweet so as not to draw too much attention. Lucas demanded his turn next, tongue-fucking my mouth as a huge 'fuck you' to any on-lookers.“I'll come with
IsobelleThe lady was wearing a black T-shirt with the store logo emblazoned across it in hot pink. At least she worked here. It would be worse if it was another customer.“Aww, honey, there's nothing to be shy about. Sex is natural,” she spoke nonjudgmentally.I supposed it was part of her job to make customers feel at ease. There were no other people in the shop. It was just me and her, and I felt my confidence come creeping back to me from wherever it had buggered off to.Her brows raised with humored interest and a mischievous glint sparkled in her steely gray eyes. I swear, they seemed familiar to me. Her face, her features, everything. I was trying not to stare. It was rude, but I just couldn't help it.“So, you want to assert a little dominance in the bedroom, huh?” Her lips curled into a smirk as she ushered me through to the sex dungeon.Had she just read my mind? What gave her that idea? Did I really look that clueless?Her brazen comment took the pressure off me having to s
Isobelle“Yes.” Alex's deep baritone usually left me a panting mess, but now it sounded ominous. “That's right, Isobelle. You're having a baby with each of us.”Tears distorted my vision with a kaleidoscope effect. “How is that even possible?” I panicked, shaking my head in disbelief. “This can't be happening. I expected a baby, not a fucking litter!”“It's a Bennett thing,” their mother added as if it was nothing new.My cheeks blazed with humiliation. I wiped away the tears. “Oh, my God! Not only have I got to push four babies out of my chuff, but I've also just made a complete tit of myself in front of your parents,” I whimpered, hiding my face with my hands.Well, fuck my life sideways. I had watched the show 'One Born Every Minute' but fucking hell, I didn't think I would get to experience that for myself. And what if I got pregnant again? Would I have another set of quads? At this rate, I would give that woman who had twenty kids and counting a run for her money.Alex moved my h