Isobelle"I'm sorry, Madame Bennett," Alex replied, his face flushing red. "It will never happen again.""Then why are you blushing? Are you embarrassed?" I asked, slanting my eyes as I studied his expression.Alex took a deep intake through his nose before answering, "Yes, Madame Bennett." His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed. "I'm ashamed of my behavior. You deserve better than that."Now we are getting somewhere.Moving along the line, I ran the crop along the crack of Grayson's ass, noticing the dirty bastard shudder with desire. His thick cock stood at full salute and was creaming from the slit in his cleft.The first whack evoked a strangled groan from his lips, his hips jerking as the leather bit into his skin.“Oh, yeah, punish me, Madame Bennett. Daddy likes . . ." He hissed with satisfaction, welcoming the sting of the crop against his left ass cheek.I swung harder and harder with every swat, feeling the effort burning my biceps. This wasn't having the desi
IsobelleThe boys slouched with their legs apart, their cocks pointing to the ceiling. They sucked shallow breaths through parted lips, their hooded eyes stalking my movements. It made me feel desired, and that was as sexy as hell. Gone was the meek, demure girl I used to be back in England. Coming here was much more than just a journey of self-discovery, learning of my family heritage, and gaining four husbands. This was about me growing as a person. Discovering the she-wolf within. I felt liberated, strong, and confident. Finally, I was taking charge of four mouth-watering beasts and owning them. Yes, they kept a secret from me. I could have thrown a hissy fit, trashed the house to piss off Alex, smashed Mason's precious guitar, burned down Lucas's shed with all of Grayson's porn stash inside, but that would be petty and childish. I was better than that. There were other ways to make a grown man suffer.But first, I want to have some fun."Mason, let me see your new tattoo," I insis
Isobelle“Lucas,” I murmured.“Yes, Madame Bennett,” he replied as if he expected me to concede.“Stop touching your cock, or I'll bite it off,” I threatened, casting him a pointed look.His hands dropped to his sides and his jaw flapped open and shut like a barn door on a windy day. It was Grayson's turn next. He licked his lips with a wandering gaze."If you ride me or suck me like you just did with those two, I won't last five seconds," he panted. "That was such a fucking turn-on!""Do you think you could handle more torture?" I asked, straddling him, so I could rub my sparsely covered pussy against his rock-solid shaft. Once, twice, three or more times he almost slid into me, but I wouldn't let it happen."I deserve it, baby . . . I mean, Madame Bennett," he corrected himself.He produced a set of keys from behind his back, then placed the fob between his teeth so the metal object dangled from his mouth. I didn't know a great deal about cars, but I could recognize a Mercedes logo
IsobelleMy eyes bulged as I read the instructions on the back of the Vibro Bullet box, and my anus clenched with sympathy. They labeled the packaging ‘Truth or Dare’ meaning that things just got a lot nastier, and my inner wolf was cackling her ass off.The anal bullets were shaped like torpedoes and were attached to a long, thin wire that plugged into a hand-held remote. A digital display screen determined who was telling the truth and who was lying by flashing a different color on the screen. Green for honesty, or red for a big fat lie.I could administer the fluctuations myself or let the remote decide. According to the instructions, the default setting could get rather brutal, so I was still undecided at this point. They were going to love it, or they would hate it.“Are you all ready?” I asked, rummaging around for the tube of lubricant.Except for Grayson, they were all looking anxious. He was the only one to show any kind of enthusiasm, being the first to turn around, sticking
Isobelle“Lynn?” I spluttered in disbelief. “What are you doing here?”My eyes bounced from her navy PVC cop costume, down to her black thigh-high boots and back up to her glossy black hat. Her boobs were almost tumbling out as she leaned down to talk to me.“I was waiting for Denver to finish work, then I saw you speeding away like you’d committed a felony,” she responded, raking her eyes over my Femdom outfit. “You didn’t commit a crime, did you?” she asked, eyeing me dubiously. “It looks like you’re on the run.”That all depended on the context. Did I leave four gorgeous sex gods high and dry? Then yes. I most certainly did. That should be considered a scandal. They should lock me up and force me to eat dick for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and supper until I learned to appreciate my fortunate living arrangement.“I just needed to get out of the house for a bit. As for committing a misdeed, ask me that in a couple of hours. Your sons are enough to drive a saint to sin,” I explained.L
Isobelle“Our sons are used to getting their own way,” Fin added. “If you don’t put your foot down, they will walk all over you. Is that what you want?” He gave me a doubtful look, as if he didn’t think so.“No,” I spoke up, finding my voice again. “But if you don’t mind, I’d just like to go to bed. I’m exhausted. Today has taken it out of me.”Lynn flashed a sweet smile. “I’ll show you to your room.”As we reached the top of the landing, stepping from the carpeted stairs and onto wooden flooring, we could hear Denver roaring profanities at a group of raucous dogs outside. Honestly, it was like Battersea dog’s home out there.Barking dogs?My husbands!“Hey! Put a muzzle on your offspring, for crying out loud. Some of us are trying to watch Shifter Valley,” one neighbor bellowed from across the street.“Why don’t you just mind your beeswax?” Denver retaliated, “Go fire up your catnip bong and bury your head in the litter tray.”“You Bennetts ought to be neutered at birth,” the outrag
IsobelleI think I could safely say, my three-month stay would never have been enough. The boys were right, I never wanted to leave. The days rolled into weeks, and before I knew it, I was seven months pregnant. My husbands had almost finished extending the cabin, doing what they could in between their ranger duties. At least we were getting to the fun part, decorating the babies' room. I suggested we choose a gender-neutral color scheme, to be on the safe side, but the guys insisted on painting the nursery blue. It was the same shade as the Whitevale Wolves' Lacrosse team, and they wanted the latest addition to the Bennett clan to follow in their footsteps.Usually, I would get up for work at this ungodly hour of the morning, but I had to call in sick today. I had been experiencing pelvic pains for several weeks now, and after the shitty sleep I just had, I couldn’t ignore it any longer. Alpha Alec insisted I start my maternity leave with immediate effect, and I had to agree that he
IsobelleBoredom sank in as we waited for Dr. Rayne to call us into the treatment room. My only entertainment was watching a fly head-butting the window, trying to get out. I could relate. Dr. Rayne was running late, and it was forty minutes of my life I was never getting back. The TV screen on the waiting area wall was playing the news channel with the subtitles on. Grayson was daydreaming or stuck in a hypnotic trance because his eyes were glazed and were transfixed upon the screen. Mason had picked up a pamphlet about hibernation and was busy folding it into a paper airplane. Lucas was quiet, slouched in his seat with his eyes closed. Alex was browsing through my maternity notes, struggling to decipher Dr. Rayne's unruly handwriting.Alex's eyes flicked up as Mason sent his airplane soaring across the waiting area. It crash-landed on the side of Lucas's face, waking him up with a jolt. He scanned the room with a furious scowl, searching for the culprit. Mason pretended to watch the