approaches.
“I’ll never get used to you knowing me so well,” I admit and it’s the truth.
Later, w e take a cab back to the same sleazy part of town we were in last night so I can look for the knife. Hopefully it’s still where I tossed it. It was dark and I’m not exactly sure where it will be. Isa looks at me dubiously when we drive past the club where we publicly fucked, but I assure her there will be no boinking in the presence of a dozen strangers tonight.
When we drive past the sex shop Isa was peeking in, she tells the drive r to stop.
“There’s somethi ng I want to get,” she says mysteriously.
Okay. I try to go into the store with her, but she insists I wait outside. I hand over my platinum card and her eyes gleam cunningly. I’m not thrilled about her going in alone, but I won’t ruin whatever surprise it is she has planned. Its times like these I wish Sawyer were around so he could keep an eye on her while I walk up the street and find the knife. I’m pacing in front of the store like a pussy-whipped footman and getting more annoyed as the minutes pass.
Just as I lose all patience, Isa comes strolling out with two bags full of goodies. I try to peek inside and she promptly pulls them out of my reach.
“Patience is a virtue, my dear husband,” she tells me.
To hell with patience . That’s definitely not a virtue I was ever blessed with.
We walk the same path we walked last night, retracing our steps. Isa’s swinging her bags and babbling on about something, but my eyes are on the ground as I scan the sidewalk. When we arrive at the location of the attack, I block her voice out and focus on finding the weapon. I feel Isa tug on the sleeve of my coat and when I turn around, her bags are sitting on the ground and she’s holding the knife gingerly by the tip of the blade.
“Is this what you’re looking for?” she asks very matter of factly, quirking an eyebrow at me and smiling.
“Christ, Isabel, give that to me,” I huff at her.
I take the knife from her and wrap it in a handkerchief and place it inside my jacket pocket. Isa picks up her bags and looks proud of herself.
“You’re welcome,” she exclaims with her toothiest grin while bouncing on her toes.
“How did you know that’s what I was looking for?” I ask her.
“I knew the moment we arrived in the neighborhood the reason we were here. You know, for being a former spy, you’re so predictable sometimes.”
What the fuck? “Predictable? I don’t think so,” I say defensively. “And I already told you that I wasn’t a spy.” Predictable, my ass . That sounds like a challenge to me. I’ll show her predictable.
We take a cab back to the hotel and I can see that Isa is in the mood to play. So am I, but I have something big planned first. She seems disappointed that there will be no fucking and sucking at the moment, but I just can’t wait to do this any longer. Yes, I am impatient. I don’t give a fuck. I want what I want, when I want it.
After picking out something for her to wear, we jump in the shower. I can’t resist her feminine wiles when she starts to jack me off so I permit her to give me head. She does such a fantastic job at pleasuring me I feel the need to repay her efforts. I kneel in front of her while she washes her hair and finger her to orgasm. She watches me with sleepy eyes as I push my fingers deep inside of her, her eyelids heavy with lust. I should really try and keep track of the many different hues that her eyes change. Right now, they’re the color of a sunflower in bloom. How apropos as her body blooms like a flower under my manipulation. Her eyes flit and flutter open and closed, and her mouth parts as her pussy muscles tighten around my fingers. I pull her by her waist close to me, holding her tightly while I tug at her inner wall. Good God, she’s so fucking beautiful.
Her hands dig into my shoulder s, steadying herself as she juices all over me. Isa leans back into the water
“I’ll never get used to you knowing me so well,” I admit and it’s the truth.
Later, w e take a cab back to the same sleazy part of town we were in last night so I can look for the knife. Hopefully it’s still where I tossed it. It was dark and I’m not exactly sure where it will be. Isa looks at me dubiously when we drive past the club where we publicly fucked, but I assure her there will be no boinking in the presence of a dozen strangers tonight.
When we drive past the sex shop Isa was peeking in, she tells the drive r to stop.
“There’s somethi ng I want to get,” she says mysteriously.
Okay. I try to go into the store with her, but she insists I wait outside. I hand over my platinum card and her eyes gleam cunningly. I’m not thrilled about her going in alone, but I won’t ruin whatever surprise it is she has planned. Its times like these I wish Sawyer were around so he could keep an eye on her while I walk up the street and find the knife. I’m pacing in front of the store like a pussy-whipped footman and getting more annoyed as the minutes pass.
Just as I lose all patience, Isa comes strolling out with two bags full of goodies. I try to peek inside and she promptly pulls them out of my reach.
“Patience is a virtue, my dear husband,” she tells me.
To hell with patience . That’s definitely not a virtue I was ever blessed with.
We walk the same path we walked last night, retracing our steps. Isa’s swinging her bags and babbling on about something, but my eyes are on the ground as I scan the sidewalk. When we arrive at the location of the attack, I block her voice out and focus on finding the weapon. I feel Isa tug on the sleeve of my coat and when I turn around, her bags are sitting on the ground and she’s holding the knife gingerly by the tip of the blade.
“Is this what you’re looking for?” she asks very matter of factly, quirking an eyebrow at me and smiling.
“Christ, Isabel, give that to me,” I huff at her.
I take the knife from her and wrap it in a handkerchief and place it inside my jacket pocket. Isa picks up her bags and looks proud of herself.
“You’re welcome,” she exclaims with her toothiest grin while bouncing on her toes.
“How did you know that’s what I was looking for?” I ask her.
“I knew the moment we arrived in the neighborhood the reason we were here. You know, for being a former spy, you’re so predictable sometimes.”
What the fuck? “Predictable? I don’t think so,” I say defensively. “And I already told you that I wasn’t a spy.” Predictable, my ass . That sounds like a challenge to me. I’ll show her predictable.
We take a cab back to the hotel and I can see that Isa is in the mood to play. So am I, but I have something big planned first. She seems disappointed that there will be no fucking and sucking at the moment, but I just can’t wait to do this any longer. Yes, I am impatient. I don’t give a fuck. I want what I want, when I want it.
After picking out something for her to wear, we jump in the shower. I can’t resist her feminine wiles when she starts to jack me off so I permit her to give me head. She does such a fantastic job at pleasuring me I feel the need to repay her efforts. I kneel in front of her while she washes her hair and finger her to orgasm. She watches me with sleepy eyes as I push my fingers deep inside of her, her eyelids heavy with lust. I should really try and keep track of the many different hues that her eyes change. Right now, they’re the color of a sunflower in bloom. How apropos as her body blooms like a flower under my manipulation. Her eyes flit and flutter open and closed, and her mouth parts as her pussy muscles tighten around my fingers. I pull her by her waist close to me, holding her tightly while I tug at her inner wall. Good God, she’s so fucking beautiful.
Her hands dig into my shoulder s, steadying herself as she juices all over me. Isa leans back into the water
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