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
Isobelle We arrived home, and the atmosphere was intense. I hid my purchases in my side of the wardrobe and swapped my shoes for my slippers.Four pairs of sheepish eyes stared back at me as I settled on the sofa. I seized the remote before Lucas could, then flicked through the channels at a leisurely pace."Shall I start dinner?" Alex offered.I didn't answer. We were supposed to eat out, but I was in such a foul frame of mind, we came straight home."Do you need a hand?" Grayson asked.Alex didn't refuse his offer to help. Lucas slumped into the armchair, his elbow resting on the arm with his face crushed against his fist. I could feel his grim mood charging the air with static. Mason perched his backside on the arm of the couch. He seemed awkward and on-edge, like he longed to say something but didn't know if he should.Two minutes later he spoke, "Would you like a cup of tea, love?"A stubborn part of me wanted to tell him he could shove it up his butt, but my mouth was as dry as
IsobelleIt had been a month since our excursion to Forest Hills. The boys had been spending the past couple of weeks training some new rangers. Now our communities all came under one banner, it meant shifters from all over Whitehaven could be posted anywhere in the state. They mixed teams into cats, bears, foxes, and wolves.Alpha Alec and I had been working tirelessly to ensure Whitehaven remained the sanctuary he intended it to be. We would always have a secure place to live and a stable home to raise our young. Those who lived in human communities had to remain hidden. It wasn't ideal. Not with the elite hunting them down.“Come, look at this!” Alpha Alec beckoned me to where he was standing at the opposite side of the laboratory beside the cryogenic chamber.Looks could be deceiving. Nobody knew that this high-tech lab was concealed beneath the fortress. My job was top secret. Alec employed me as a lab technician. I came to Whitehaven to study a rare species of wolf, and that was
IsobelleThe blindfold may have taken away my sight, but I could sense movement in front of me. Two fully aroused cocks brushed against my lips as if demanding I suck them. Two of my men fucked me to heaven and back as I unleashed my mouth on Mason and Grayson like a starving woman. Our grunts and cries grew louder and louder, but I couldn’t care less at this point. I alternated between sucking one cock from the other until I felt the orgasm build and pull my stomach muscles taut.“That’s it,” Lucas encouraged, feeling my pussy milk him. His breathless groans intensified with every hip-jerk.Alex growled as he fucked me harder. “Come for us,” he grunted, tightening his grasp.I stopped sucking cock to scream out my release. It began in my legs, my vision whitening beneath the black mask, my mouth forming a rounded ‘O’ as my body tensed and shook with the intensity. Lucas let go with a roar of pleasure, digging his fingers into the flesh of my thighs and jerking his hips with each ejac
IsobelleI gripped the hem of my dress and lifted it over my head, baring myself to them — and the lone sheep in the far distant corner of the green. Tossing the garment onto the grass, I observed the slack-jawed hunks staring back at me. Heat simmered behind each set of eyes, promising to devour me and swallow me whole.“Put your hands behind your back,” Alex ordered, letting the thin, black rope dangle past his knees.It draped from his fingers as he moved behind me, then began binding my hands at the base of my spine. The soft rope didn’t hurt, but it gave the slightest burn as it pulled tighter, securing my wrists together.“Kneel,” he commanded, and I obeyed.Lifting my chin with his fingertips, he kept my eyes trained on him. Kneeling on the smooth blanket, I awaited further instructions like a good submissive.It was only last week I took him for walkies around the forest and ordered him to fuck me against a tree.Our marriage was all about give and take and tonight I intended
IsobelleThe boys busied themselves in the kitchen, preparing a banquet for five. I took the time to freshen up and changed into a full set of black bike leathers with a surprise underneath. They did a double-take as I stuffed the Union Jack helmet onto my head and gave a slow twirl."I love my kidnap-iversary present. It fits me perfectly," I told them, appreciating their humorous taste.We hadn't even left the house yet, and the row of tents forming in my husbands' pants was enough to poke someone's eyes out. The salacious grins on their faces hinted I was in for a rough-and-ready ride, and I wasn't talking about the forty-minute drive to the mountains. I glimpsed Alex and Grayson slipping suspicious items into the picnic hamper. The pacifier gag went in straight after a rolled-up bundle of black rope, along with a blindfold.Mason gave the chinstrap of my bike helmet a gentle tug to check I secured it, then sent my ovaries into overdrive with a flirtatious wink. The dragged-out moa
Isobelle“Bye, Mom, we promise to call you every single day,” Faith's words came out as a rough sob as she flung her arms around my neck.I was fighting back the tears, holding back the floodgates as best as I could while my four husbands stood along our front porch with their heads bowed, their eyes trained on the weathered decking.It was uncomfortably hot. Whether we were sitting inside or outside, it made no difference at all. Summer was upon us, the birds had been fucking tweeting since the butt-crack of dawn, sweat was dripping down me like the falls of Forest Hills, making my clothes stick to my skin as if it molded them to my body. This was supposed to be one of those days when we could lounge around on deck chairs in the back garden, sipping on cold beers or a glass of prosecco. Instead, we were standing on the front porch, bowing our heads in mourning as if somebody had just died.“You better call me,” I warned, bouncing my watery gaze at each of my daughters, “or else I'll
Eighteen years later . . .“Faith, is that my Angora sweater?” Jasmine accused, glowering at her sibling.Faith was busy fussing over the cat, Tiddles. She focused on him, pretending not to have heard her sister.“Hey!” Harley raged as she stormed into the kitchen. “Who used all my deodorant?” She shook the empty canister in her fist as evidence.“Mom! These thongs aren't mine. You put them in my drawer,” Allyson bellowed. She flung the skimpy garment across the room, where they skidded across the tabletop. The guys all recoiled from where they were sitting, enjoying breakfast, eyeing the lacy thong as if it was diseased.“Get it off the fucking table,” Lucas roared, horror-stricken.“I'm not touching it!” Grayson refused, point-blank, and I saw the whites of his eyes.The joys of parenthood.I seized it, letting it dangle from my index finger. “Who do these belong to?” I asked, holding them up for all to see.Jasmine snatched them from me with an embarrassed huff. “Those are mine. Yo
Five years later . . .“Jasmine, Daddy said no,” Grayson spoke, his tone serious and authoritative.Jasmine gave up with a huff, then made a beeline for me. “Mommy, can we have a kitten?” she asked, trying her luck with me.I had to chew the insides of my cheeks to stop myself from laughing. “No, sweetie,” I backed Grayson up, although I felt awful about it. “Nobody is home all day, so it wouldn't be fair. Your daddies work anti-social hours, Mummy works too, and you girls are at school all day.”Jasmine scowled, then stormed off. We both strained to listen as she relayed the information back to her sisters. They talked loud enough for us to hear, purely to pull on our heartstrings.“Mom and Daddy Grayson said no,” she huffed.“They're such big meanies,” Harley muttered.“I know what to do!” I heard Allyson respond with a gasp.“If you’re going to throw eggs at Daddy Grayson’s car again, then I’m not playing,” Faith pleaded.“No, I’ve got a better idea,” Allyson replied. “Stop whining
IsobelleOne month later . . .Soft whimpers stirred me from my sleep — if you could even call it that. It only felt like minutes since I last got the girls settled.I cracked my eyes open; the air stung my corneas, and my head spun like I was suffering from a hangover. Exhaustion had kicked in, siphoning my energy and willpower. For the past few days, I had been running on the fumes of my sanity, thanks to a narrow window of four hourly feeds that never went according to plan. My God, those girls could eat.One feeding time rolled into the next, and before I knew it, hours had passed by. Owning one pair of tits instead of a set of udders was a tremendous disadvantage. It was a quadruplet mother’s pitfall. The only way that I could feed them all at once was to change into my wolf form, and even then, it was no easy feat. The girls could not shift and struggled to latch by themselves. It meant I had to express milk and rely on my husbands to help. Keeping up with the supply and demand
Isobelle“Easy now . . . take it slow. Here, place this into your mouth and drag in two long deep breaths,” a familiar female voice instructed me.The strange-tasting gas left a nasty metallic tinge on my tongue, but it took the sharp edge off the pain. Not by much, but it was better than nothing at all. The agony ebbed away but was replaced with gut-wrenching nausea, causing me to gag. They thrust a kidney dish out before me and I retched into it, vomiting the remnants of my Christmas dinner.“That’s a side effect of the gas and air, I’m afraid. It can make you sick,” I recognized Dr. Rayne speaking beside me.My fingers clasped the plastic nozzle of the Entonox cylinder as if it were a vital lifeline.“Don’t take it away.” I clung to it. “I need it,” I growled, prepared to fight to the death for it.“Isobelle, I need you to relax for me, sweetheart,” Dr. Rayne instructed. She inserted two fingers of her gloved hand inside my vagina and had a good old poke around. “You’re fully dilat