The grand hall was filled with the city’s elite, but none shone brighter than Isabelle Laurent. She stood at the edge of the room, her back straight, her eyes scanning the crowd with disinterest. Mark, her arrogant husband, was holding court at the center, laughing too loudly, boasting about his latest business triumph. He hadn’t looked her way once since they arrived. You noticed her long before she noticed you. Isabelle was striking, her shimmering dress catching the dim light as she shifted her weight from one leg to another, revealing more of her perfectly long legs and exposed thighs. Your eyes keeps colliding with each other one moment after another. Mark arrogant as ever rambling about his wealth and power to his friends and is completely oblivious of the tension between Isabelle and you "Isabelle, are you enjoying the party or not?" He looks at her and smirks enjoying the misconception that he has everything i.e. Money, Power and beautiful wife. She didn't even glance at him, she just rolled her eyes in annoyance "Ya, ya! I am..." He didn't catch her sarcasm as he was too lost in his arrogance and place hand on her ass gripping it tightly "Yk, I am so lucky that I have a wife like you, everyone is so jealous of me that I have such a sexy wife..." Her eyes widen for a moment but she quickly gain her composure, his hand on her ass is nothing a possession she is hating because it comes from his arrogance “Mark, I am not a trophy for you to show everyone” she replied, her voice smooth, dripping with quiet defiance, she looks back at you from distance and notice as how your eyes wanders on her body.
I walk over to them at the center with wrappings on my forehead and a black suit I'm afraid I Will have to ask your wife some important business.
She glanced at you, her lips curving into a small, amused smile as she took in your exotic appearance. "Oh?" was all she said before returning her attention to Mark, a spark of challenge in her eyes. It was almost as if she'd been waiting for someone to break through his facade and shake him from his complacency.
I look at Mark with a cold gaze please consider your answer Mark.
A flicker of uncertainty crossed Mark's features before he quickly regained his composure. "What are you talking about?" His hand slipped further down between her cheeks, groping roughly at her ass. "This is my wife. My property." He glared at you from beneath his arrogant brows. "Unless you've got something else to say..."
Her breath caught in her throat as he continued to fondle her, using her body like a possession. The pain and humiliation she felt were almost more than she could bear, but there was something else beneath the surface... an anger and resentment that had been building for years. With every touch from Mark, it grew stronger.
I grab him by the throat and distance him from Isabelle rich people always disgusted me, but you're special.
Her eyes widened with shock and relief as you stepped between her and Mark, forcefully pulling him away. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, her entire body trembling with the release of tension. "Thank you," she managed to choke out through gritted teeth. "I can't believe he... that he..." She trailed off, unable to finish the thought.
The crowd had gone silent, watching in stunned disbelief as the scene unfolded before them. Isabelle felt a weight lifting from her shoulders, as if she were finally free of Mark's suffocating grasp. But now, with you standing there so close, his exotic presence commanding attention... it was almost too much to process. Her heart raced, and a flush crept up her neck and across her cheeks.
I don't like getting my suit dirty with garbage but... I hit him in the gut with a devastating punch
She felt a surge of adrenaline course through her as you struck Mark, watching him stumble backward with a pained grunt. "You're stronger than you look," she murmured, unable to keep the appreciation out of her voice. Her gaze lingered on your hand for a moment before darting away, feeling a strange mixture of fear and desire coursing through her.
I hit Mark's face a few times before taking his head by the neck I would like to make an announcement to all if you present.
As Mark crumpled to the floor, held in your brutal grip, she found herself unable to look away. The anger and frustration that had built up within her were finally being given an outlet, and it felt exhilarating. She took a step closer to you, drawn by some irresistible force, her heart racing faster with every beat. "Go ahead," she whispered, tilting her head up to meet your gaze. "Make the announcement." Her breath was warm against your cheek as she waited for you to speak.
Of all the elite present, Mark has been taking a cut from all of your earnings for himself. But I stopped that with my Phantom Troupe, at a cost. I look over at the elite
Her breath caught in her throat as you revealed the truth about Mark's greed and manipulation. The crowd murmured amongst themselves, shock dawning on their faces as they began to realize the extent of his betrayal. Isabelle felt a fierce sense of gratitude towards you for exposing him, but it was quickly replaced by another emotion: desire. Your words had ignited something within her, and she could no longer deny how much she wanted more than just this empty life with Mark. As the room continued to buzz around them, she reached out and took your hand, squeezing it gently in silent gratitude. "Thank you," she whispered, her eyes meeting yours. "For everything." The touch lingered for a moment longer than necessary before she let go, stepping back with a flush on her cheeks. "I think it's time we showed Mark what it means to be replaced," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the growing commotion. "Don't you agree?"
Her eyes sparkled with mischief and determination, daring you to take her up on her offer. There was no telling where this newfound alliance would lead them, but one thing was certain: they were about to embark on a journey filled with possibilities that had been denied to her for far too long.
But for saving all your futures, I took all the money he stole from you up to this point for myself, Kashimo.
Her eyes widened in surprise at your confession, and she found herself unable to tear her gaze away from you. "You didn't have to do that," she breathed out, a hint of awe colouring her words. It was rare for anyone to put someone else's interests above their own when faced with such an opportunity. She glanced around the room, taking in the stunned expressions on the faces of those present. "I suppose we should thank you... somehow," she mused aloud, a seductive edge creeping into her voice.
Her hand trailed up your arm, fingers tracing idle patterns over your skin as she considered the possibilities. "Perhaps there is another way..." She looked at you meaningfully before continuing, her breath brushing against your cheek. "...that we could show our gratitude."
I know a way, just swallow this first before anything else. I hand her a plan B
Her brow furrowed in confusion as you handed her a small, shiny object. "What is this?" she asked, hesitating for a moment before taking it from you. Her fingers brushed against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. As soon as she looked down at the object, however, her eyes widened in understanding.
Her heart began to race, and a delicious warmth spread through her veins. "I-I don't know if I can..." she stammered out, glancing around the room nervously. Taking something like this was uncharted territory for her, but the thrill of doing it with you, in such a public setting... the idea sent shivers down her spine.
Her eyes met yours once more, searching for some sign of what she should do next. Her hand trembled as she clutched the object tighter, unsure whether to trust this enigmatic stranger who had brought both chaos and freedom into her life.
Just take the plan b so we can go and fuck already.
Her heart raced as she stared at you, desire welling up inside her like a tidal wave. "Alright," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the growing commotion in the room. She glanced around one last time, steeling herself for whatever might come next, before quickly popping the Plan B into her mouth. Her lips closed tight around it, and she could already feel its effects beginning to take hold, making her body tingle from head to toe.
With renewed courage, she placed a hand on your chest and gently pushed you back, leading you toward a nearby hallway. "Come on," she breathed out, her voice hushed but full of need. "Let's go somewhere we can be alone." Her free hand drifted down to the small of your back, guiding you with a gentle pressure that seemed almost impossibly seductive coming from someone like her.
As they left the ballroom behind, Isabelle could feel herself transforming under the influence of the Plan B. Her inhibitions melted away, replaced by a fierce longing for your touch and your attention. The thought of being alone with you was enough to send shivers of anticipation coursing through her body, making every step they took toward their destination feel like a victory lap around the dance floor.
I teleport the two of us to my luxurious apartment with huge windows finally.
Her breath came out in ragged gasps as you teleported them to your luxurious apartment. The air was thick with anticipation and desire as they stepped through the doors, and she could feel herself growing wet at the thought of what was about to happen. With shaking hands, she reached up and undid the clasp on her necklace, letting it fall to the floor with a satisfying clatter. "I want you so bad," she breathed out, her words thick with need. "Please, show me how much you want me too." She took a step closer, pressing herself against his chest and sliding one leg up between his. His erection was already hard as stone against her thigh, and the feel of it throbbing against her sent a jolt of pleasure through her body. "I've fantasized about this for so long... Please, let me have it." Her fingers dug into his back, urging him closer still, desperate for his touch. Her breasts swelled and ached, waiting for him to tease them with his lips and tongue. The need was almost unbearable, and she knew that the only way to satisfy it would be to surrender completely to the intense desire that flowed through her veins like liquid fire.
I take off the top of my suit revealing my chiseled body you'll thank me for making you take that Plan B later.
Her breath caught in her throat as you revealed your chiseled body beneath the suit, and she felt herself grow wetter still at the sight. Her fingers dug into the flesh of your shoulders, her nails drawing tiny lines of blood that only served to heighten her arousal. "Oh," was all she managed to say before leaning up on tiptoes and pressing their lips together in a hungry kiss.
Her tongue darted out, seeking entrance into your mouth even as one of her hands slid down between them, groping at his hardness desperately. The other reached up to undo the buttons on his shirt, revealing more and more of his toned chest as she went. Isabelle moaned against his lips, her body burning with need for him.
Her fingers found purchase in his pants, fumbling with the button and zipper before pushing them down roughly, freeing his cock at last. With a soft gasp of pleasure, she took him into her hand, stroking up and down its length as she kissed and suckled on his neck. "Fuck me," she pleaded, her voice raw with need. "I want you so bad."
I rip apart her dress and throw her onto the bed as I place myself in between her legs I love missionary
Her back arches off the bed as you slam into her, moaning her approval. Her fingers dig into your shoulders and her legs wrap tightly around you, pulling you deeper still. "Yes," she pants out between each thrust, the sensation of being filled by him overwhelming her senses.
Her breasts bounce and sway with each movement, nipples hardening to the touch as they brush against your chest. Her head thrashes back and forth on the pillow, her hair tangling and falling around them like a silken veil. With every stroke of his hips, she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge, her body tense with anticipation for what will happen when she finally falls over it.
She meets your eyes as you slide your hand between their bodies, teasing at her clit with gentle circles. It's enough to send shards of pleasure through her, making her muscles clench uncontrollably around your cock. "Please," she gasps out, arching into the touch, needing release but not wanting this to end. "I can't... I won't last much longer."