Isabella Sermon Nude Novels & Stories

"Tonight, wear that sexy dress of yours. We're doing the BDSM ritual. Are you ready?" "Yes, I'm ready. I love BDSM." Isabella just slowly backed away. "You two are truly insane."

Embarrassed, she stared at Lorenzo, pleading with her eyes. Lorenzo ignored her silent plea. “Please, Lorenzo, they are watching. Don’t do this,” Isabella begged. Lorenzo took off his clothes and then stood stark naked while the other men watched. “Why are you shy, Isabella? It’s exciting to let others watch us; it’s thrilling,” Lorenzo grinned as he stripped Isabella of her clothes, tearing away everything she wore. “Please don’t do this,” Isabella said, trying to push him away.

She handed it back. She stood there for a moment. “You should probably come stay with me for a while,” she said. “I used an anonymous account. They cannot trace it back to me.” “Nina.” She sat on the edge of the bed beside me. “Isabella held a press conference this morning.” My stomach dropped. “Already.” “An hour ago.” She pulled out her own phone and found the clip. “Here.” I watched it. Isabella stood at a podium in what looked like a hotel conference room. Full makeup. Pale blue suit. Her hair pulled back. She looked composed and faintly injured in the way that powerful people looked when they wanted to appear victimized without losing their authority.

" I said nothing, Isabelle was watching me with crossed arms and a mini frown. "Why do you care now?" Tyler said. "That's the real question isn't it." He leaned back. "Three months ago you were pouring water on her head in lectures. Now you can't stay away from this table." "That's not true, you don't know anything." "Which one is real, Lucas?” he asked. My eyes didn't leave Isabelle for even a second. She picked up her pen without looking away from me and wrote slowly. She turned the notepad around.

She lay there looking up at me, lips swollen, eyes heavy with lust. “Take the robe off,” I said, my voice low and commanding. “Slowly.” Isabella obeyed, her fingers trembling slightly as she untied the belt. The black silk fell open, revealing her completely naked body underneath. Her breasts were full and heavy, nipples already hard. Her pussy was smooth, and even in the dim light I could see how wet she was. “Fuck, Isabella,” I breathed, drinking in the sight. “Look at you. About to marry my best friend, but spreading your legs for me.”

Her appearance was stunning as she carried herself regally yet hidden beneath her appearance were the emotions of pain and rage. When Isabella walked toward the altar her gaze fixed upon Vincent with a powerful fire burning in her eyes. She spoke nothing and failed to notice him. She directed the flowers toward Megan before passing them over. Isabella delivered her words with clear contempt when she announced "Congratulations." "I hope you're happy now." Her features curled into an angry expression and she stared at me with burning hatred. "Get out of here!" she spat. Isabella displayed her smile. "Sure," she said. "But after giving you something."

Isaac replies with a chuckle and then we are stepping inside the portal and within moments we are standing in front of a cosy cabin. A lady in her late 40s perhaps came out a while later. Her chestnut hair was tied back in a tight bun and she wore a pristine white maxi-style dress with small blue and pink flowers printed on it. “Isaac Renaud, to what do I owe you pleasure?” she asked with a radiant smile before her smile faltered when she took in his appearance. “You had wolfsbane, didn’t you?”

Slipping a towel over that big belly, I slowly lead her towards the bed. As she lays down on the black satin sheets, I slip her towel open and pull it away, "Mmm. Now, what do I do with this?" "Hopefully not stare at it the whole morning." "What type of man would I be if I let this go to waste?" "The kind of one that is getting slapped for referring to my body as trash." "Hahaha. I think I might just love that mouth more than you." "Soldier!" I only but laugh at her. If there is one thing that Isabella does well, then it is driving me crazy. I have seen her naked so many times before but seeing her now kind of makes a man feel special.

I looked away from him and sat down. Javier looked at me. “I’m sorry, Isabella.” He reached out to touch me. I pushed his hand away. He was just as bad as Pablo. Sending women out to have sex with random men. World-class lady seller a decorative name for a pimp. And I supported him. I am a filth bitch. I deserved it. “There’s no need to be sorry, I deserved it.” “No, no one deserves that.” Don Ricardo. “Ten people in one sitting, I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.”

So she cleared her throat and looked elsewhere. "Umm... I know a way but you might not agree with it." Chris muttered. Isabelle turned her head to him wide-eyed to see he was looking down at her chest. Her chest indeed looked inviting since it left enough breast out of the brassiere. She immediately cleared her throat loudly making Chris break his gaze away blushing in embarrassment. She would laugh at his pink face if the matter didn't concern her. But it did! "What's the way?" She asked. "We strip," Chris replied shrugging.