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
Isobelle I finished getting ready, then took a moment to compose myself. Madame Bennett had awakened thanks to the active werewolf gene. Someone needed to keep those wayward quadruplets in check, and my wolf side wanted to snap at their tails and remind them who she was — who I was. Their mate. Their equal. I twisted the doorknob, peeping through the crack between the wood. Bare bodies scurried past my line of sight in a blur. A distinct sign they heard me approaching. I took two deep breaths before striding out through the bedroom door. The musky essence of arousal filled my airways, feeding my confidence.I'm a strong, confident woman who takes no prisoners.“Turn around and place your hands on the table!” My sharp command stopped them all in their tracks.Each set of startled eyes devoured my outfit choice as I sashayed my hips with an air of grace, tapping the long, sleek crop in the palm of my gloved hand, my black patent leather heels clicking on the wooden floor in sync."I se
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