LOGINISABELLA 'S POV
I drifted in a haze of exhaustion again, my body limp and throbbing from the relentless pleasure Ethan had already wrung from me. At this point I don't know what time it is or how many rounds we have gone at. The sheets beneath me are damp with sweat and our combined releases. Then, a warm, wet heat enveloped my swollen pussy.
My eyes fluttered open on a broken moan.
Ethan is between my thighs, his broad shoulders holding me open. As his hot tongue dragged slowly through my slick folds, savoring every drop of my earlier orgasms that is mixed with his cum. The rough scrape of his stubble against my tender inner thighs sent electric shocks straight to my core. He groaned deeply, the vibration making my hips twitch.
“Mmm… still so fucking sweet,” he murmured against my pussy before sucking my clit between his lips. His two thick fingers slid inside me easily, curling and stroking that sensitive front wall while his tongue flicked rapidly.
“Ethan...oh god!” I cried, my voice hoarse from screaming earlier. My hands flew to his hair, gripping the dark strands as another orgasm built fast and merciless in me.
He didn’t stop. He devoured me like a man starved, slurping and sucking noisily, while his fingers pumps inside me faster. When he added a third finger, stretching me wide, I shattered again...my thighs clamping around his head as fresh juices gushed onto his tongue. He lapped it all up greedily, not wasting a single drop.
ETHAN'S POV
I knew she’d drugged me. The unnatural, raging lust burning through my veins made it obvious. But I didn’t give a fuck. For the first time in two years, I am claiming my wife properly, and nothing is going to stop me until my cock finally goes soft. This is a perfect excuse to do so, without breaking the contract...because she did break it first by drugging me.
I climb up her body, leaving a trail of wet kisses and bites along her stomach. I latched onto her full breast, sucking hard on the stiff nipple while pinching the other between my fingers. Isabella arched, whimpering beautifully. My fat, elongated cock...still rock hard and throbbing...nudged against her soaked entrance.
“You drugged me, you naughty little wife,” I growled against her breast, biting down gently. “Now you’re going to take every consequence.”
I pushed in slowly this time, letting her feel every thick inch stretching her walls until the fat head pressed firmly against her cervix. Her pussy fluttered and clenched around me like velvet heat.
“Fuck… I can feel you in my womb,” she gasped, her eyes wide with overwhelmed pleasure.
ISABELLA'S POV
He starts thrusting in deeply, in grinding strokes that makes my toes curl. The obscene wet squelch of his cock plunging into my cum-filled pussy filled the room. He sucked my breasts ravenously, switching from one to the other, leaving dark hickeys and bite marks all over my chest.
Then he pulls out, flips me onto my stomach, and yank my hips up. Positioning me in a doggy style on the edge of the bed, he then slams back inside me with brutal force. The new angle has him hitting me even deeper. His heavy balls slapping rhythmically against my clit as he pounds into me.
“Take it deeper, baby. Let me fuck that womb,” he snarled, one hand fisting my hair, as the other slapping my ass hard. The sting bloomed into pleasure. I push back against him, meeting every thrust like a whore in heat.
He reached for a vibrating wand which I can't tell when in particular it was brought out or where it came from..pressing the buzzing head directly on my clit while railing me. I scream, while squirting violently around his cock, soaking his thighs and the sheets. My vision whited out.
But he kept going.
He pulled me up into a kneeling position, my back against his chest. One strong arm wrap around my waist while the other hand pinch and roll my nipples. His cock drove upward into me, grinding against my G-spot with every roll of his hips. I reached back, digging my nails into his neck as another climax tore through me.
ETHAN'S POV
I couldn’t get enough of her sounds...the broken moans, the way she whimpered my name like a prayer. I laid her on her side, spooning her from behind. Lifting one of her legs high, I slid back inside her soaked heat. This position let me go slow and sensual for a while. I kissed her neck, sucked on her earlobe, and whispered filthy praises.
“This pussy was made for my cock. So tight, so wet, milking me like you never want me to leave.”
I fucked her like that for long minutes, rolling my hips in deep circles, my hand reaching around to rub her clit. She came again, softer this time, her walls pulsing around me in rhythmic waves.
But the drug still raged in my blood. I need more.
I pulled out and made her kneel on the floor in front of the full-length mirror. “Watch,” I commanded, voice rough. “Watch how your husband fucks you.”
She braced her hands on the glass as I entered her from behind again. We both watch...my thick cock disappearing into her stretched pussy, her breasts swinging with every powerful thrust, her face contorted in ecstasy. I reached around and rubbed her clit furiously until she came once more, legs shaking.
ISABELLA'S POV
He carried me back to the bed and made me ride him. Straddling his hips, I sank down onto his massive length, moaning at how full I felt even after so many rounds. He grips my ass, guiding me up and down while thrusting up to meet me. Then he pulled me forward, sucking my breasts into his mouth as I rode him harder.
“Fuck my tits,” I whispered breathlessly, surprising myself. For the first time since this night...I am actively demanding for something not just passively taking or reciprocating.
Ethan’s eyes darkened. He pulls out and has me lie on my back. He straddled my chest, sliding his slick, cum-covered cock between my breasts. I pushed them together for him as he thrust, the fat head bumping my lips every time. I licked and sucked the tip eagerly, tasting our combined essence.
“Such a good little slut for me,” he groaned, pinching both my nipples hard.
He fucked my tits until he couldn’t hold back, then flipped me onto all fours again. This round was primal. He mounted me like a beast, pounding so hard the bed slammed against the wall. His hand reached around to rub my clit while his cock battered my cervix.
I lost count of my orgasms. My voice grew raw. Sweat poured down both our bodies. The room smelled of sex...musky, sweet, and filthy.
ETHAN'S POV
Hours passed. I took her against the window again mutiple times, her hands pressed to the glass overlooking the sleeping city as I railed her from behind. Then in the shower, with hot water cascading over us while I lifted her and fucked her senseless against the tiles, with her legs wrapped around my waist.
Back in bed, I ate her pussy once more, sucking gently on her oversensitive clit until she begged for mercy. Then I made her suck me off. Her warm, wet mouth felt like heaven. She took me deeply, gagging softly as I held her hair and fucked her throat with controlled thrusts.
By 4 AM, she is a trembling, cum-leaking mess beneath me. I had her in so many positions, even with her legs wrapped around my waist as I drove into her with long, powerful strokes. I kissed her deeply, our tongues tangling, while grinding against her clit.
“I’m going to fill you again,” I growled.
I came hard, flooding her womb with another thick load. She clenched around me, milking every drop as her orgasm ripped through her exhausted body.
We collapsed together, my cock still buried deep inside her. I held her close, stroking her hair, kissing her sweat-damp forehead.
But even then, I wasn’t fully soft. The drug kept me semi-hard inside her warmth.
ISABELLA'S POV
As the sky outside began to lighten with the first hints of dawn, Ethan started moving again... in slow, lazy thrusts. He gently suck on my breasts, soothing the marks he’d left earlier. His stubble scraped deliciously against my skin as he kissed down my neck.
We made love slowly this time. Not with the rush of last night. Just deep, intimate connection of his cock sliding in and out of my thoroughly used, cum-soaked pussy with wet, lazy sounds. He whispered against my ear, “You’re mine, Isabella. Every inch. Every moan. Every drop of cum leaking out of you.”
I came again clinging to him. Finally, as the sun rose higher, painting the room in soft gold, I felt his cock soften inside me.
Ethan groaned in relief and exhaustion, pulling me tightly against his chest. We were both sticky, marked, and utterly spent. His hand possessively cupped my breast as he kissed my temple.
“Best drug I’ve ever had,” he murmured with a tired, satisfied chuckle.
I smiled weakly against his chest, too blissed out and sore to speak. Moreover since he has decided that I am the one that drugged him I don't have the strength to convince him otherwise...I mean or else he figures out who did it to him himself
For now my body aches in the most delicious ways. Every movement reminded me of how thoroughly he had claimed me...from the kitchen island all the way through the night until sunrise. And I am going to relish itz, before shit hits the fan.
For the first time in two years, the distance between us had been obliterated in the most carnal, filthy, and intimate way possible. As sleep finally claimed us both with the morning light streaming in, I wondered what this meant for our contract marriage.
But that is a problem for later.
Right now, I was exactly where I wanted to be...wrapped in my husband’s arms, dripping with his cum, and completely, deliciously ruined.
ISABELLA’S POVThe third week of coming back in the United States brings a mix of exhaustion and quiet satisfaction. The house feels more like home with each passing day. My Mornings are filled with the twins’ energy. Liam is always up first, his dark hair is always tousled, already demanding to “help” with breakfast. He is two years and five months old, sharp-witted and full of opinions.“Mommy, the truck is broken again,” he announces seriously one morning, holding up his favorite toy with the wheel hanging loose. “I can fix it. Watch.” He uses a piece of tape from the drawer with a surprising determination, his little tongue pokes out in concentration. When it rolls across the floor again, he looks up at me with a proud, slightly smug grin. “See? I’m smart like you.”I laugh and ruffle his hair. “Yes, you are, my little engineer.”Lila, bright-eyed and full of sunshine, toddles after him, clutching her stuffed bear. She is the definition of cute with her soft curls, big smiles, and
ISABELLA’S POVThe morning of my investor meeting feels heavier than I expected. This is an investment that will either make or break my stay here. I dress carefully in my tailored navy pantsuit, while pulling my hair into a sleek professional style. The twins are with the nanny I employed for the afternoon, safe and happy at home. I review my notes one last time in the car ... from my financial projections, startup milestones, to the impact metrics. This meeting could be a major breakthrough for my debt-relief platform, providing the capital and network I need to scale faster than I could alone.I arrive at the upscale conference venue with ten minutes to spare. Entering into the private meeting room, I can immediately see the elegant design of the room, in the room is a long polished table, sitting there you are blessed with the city views through the windows. I take my seat, my heart steady, while mentally preparing for the meeting.Then the door opens again, Iook up to see who the
ISABELLA’S POVThe first week back in the United States feels like stepping into a half-remembered dream. The house Sofia helped me find is warm and spacious, with a small garden where Liam and Lila can run and play. My twins are adjusting faster than I expected. Liam, with his father’s dark hair and intense eyes, already claims the biggest toy truck as his own. Lila, bright and curious, follows me everywhere, clutching her favorite stuffed bear.I visit my father the second day. He looks frail in the hospital bed, the debt I once married to clear now replaced by illness. He reaches for my hand with tears in his eyes.“You came back,” he whispers.“For you,” I reply softly. I do not mention the twins yet. Not until he is stronger. Not until I am ready.My career as a Financial Analyst has opened doors here too. I have meetings scheduled with old contacts and new investors interested in my debt-relief platform. The work keeps me busy during the day, but the nights are harder. Once the
ISABELLA'S POVThree years have passed since I left the country, yet some mornings I still wake with the ghost of Ethan’s touch on my skin. London shaped me into someone stronger ... a respected Financial Analyst whose work on debt restructuring platforms has earned recognition in fintech circles. My startup grew steadily, providing real help to families trapped in cycles of debt, the very trap that once forced me into a two-year contract marriage to save my father.But life has a way of pulling you back.My father is terribly sick now. The doctors are not optimistic. Combined with my growing desire to be closer to Sofia and the few friends who remained loyal, I made the decision. I packed up our life in London and brought my twins home to the United States.Liam and Lila are two years and three months old now ... very energetic, curious, and the center of my world. Liam has his father’s dark hair and intense eyes. Lila has my smile but the same stubborn chin as Ethan. They are my gre
ISABELLA’S POVThe plane touches down in London under a blanket of gray clouds. I step out into the cool, damp air with one small suitcase and my white mug carefully wrapped inside. My hand instinctively rests on my still-flat stomach as I navigate the airport. The pregnancy test Sofia gave me feels like both a burden and an anchor now. I am carrying Ethan’s child, yet I am completely alone in this new city.I take a taxi to the modest apartment Sofia helped arrange. It is small but clean, with a tiny kitchen and a window overlooking a quiet street. I unpack slowly, bringing only the things I brought into the marriage two years ago. I placr the white mug goes on the counter like a talisman. Everything else Ethan ever gave me remains behind in the penthouse. All these are mine and I will rather small and grow into getting everything I ever wanted than having to wait for someone to hand it over to me.I sit on the edge of the bed, exhausted from the flight and the emotional weight of ev
ISABELLA'S POV The hotel room feels sterile and cold compared to the penthouse I left behind it feels smaller with each passing day. I sit on the edge of the bed with my white mug clutched in both hands, staring at the plain wall. Three days have passed since I walked out, yet my heart and body still aches with the memory of Ethan ... the delicious soreness between my thighs, the faint bruises on my hips from his grip, the sensitivity of my breasts where he sucked and bit so relentlessly.I close my eyes and the memories flood back to me uninvited. His stubble scraping my inner thighs as he devoured my pussy on the kitchen island until I squirted on his tongue. The thick, veined length of his fat cock stretching me open on the couch, pounding me so deep I felt him in my womb. The way he fucked my tits, sliding between them while I licked the leaking head. The shower where he held me against the tiles and fucked me while standing, even the water mixing with our sweat and cum. The slow
ISABELLA'S POVThe next few days blurs into a dangerous rhythm, settling into a tense, addictive pattern that both thrills and terrifies meThe mornings start with Ethan waking me by sliding his thick cock between my thighs from behind, fucking me slowly and deeply while spooning me. Afternoons oft
ISABELLA'S POVI wake up wrapped in heat. Ethan’s large body is curled around mine, with one heavy arm draped possessively over my waist, his palm is still cupping my breast even in sleep. His morning erection presses thick and insistent against the curve of my ass. The ache between my thighs is a
ISABELLA'S POVThe afternoon light has shifted into early evening by the time we finally surface. My body feels heavy, deliciously used, and sore in all the right places. Ethan’s arm is draped possessively over my waist, his chest pressed to my back, his cock still half-hard and nestled against my
ISABELLA'S POVThe silk robe feels too thin against my skin as I walk away from the kitchen. Every step reminds me of last night ... the delicious ache between my thighs, the tender bruises on my hips where Ethan’s fingers dug in while he drove into me, the faint sting on my ass from his palm. My b







