The door creaked open, and there stood Isabella, framed by the low light from the chandelier behind her. She was a vision in black, the fabric of her dress hugging her curves like it was painted on, revealing just enough to make it clear she knew exactly what she was doing. Her raven hair fell in waves over her shoulders, and her lips were painted in a deep crimson, a sharp contrast to her porcelain skin. Her large, aquiline nose only added to the sharpness of her features, giving her an air of dangerous elegance. She leaned against the doorframe, her posture casual, but her eyes said otherwise. Dark, with a glint of something deviant in them, they sized Isaac up from head to toe, lingering just long enough to make the silence heavy between them. She didn’t need to say much—she never did. Her mere presence spoke volumes, and she always seemed to enjoy making people squirm under her gaze. After a moment, a slow, sultry smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "ciao, mi amor" she asked, her voice smooth and teasing, leaving the question hanging in the air. “Careto come in?"

"Well, hello there." She said with a smirk, her voice thick with amusement. "You must be one of Vito's little soldiers, aren't you? The way you're shaking in your boots..." Her gaze lingered on his crotch for a moment before returning to meet his eyes. "I bet I know what else would help you relax." Before he could reply, she stepped forward and placed her hand on his chest, leaning into him in a seductive move that left no room for misinterpretation.

"How about we go somewhere more... private?" she whispered into his ear, nipping at his lobe before drawing back to look into his eyes once more. Her free hand slipped between them, cupping his growing erection through his pants. "I think you've been a good boy today. You deserve a little reward, don't you?"

Her laugh was like velvet against his ear as she leaned in to whisper back, "I don't think Vito would care quite as much as you might imagine." Her fingers trailed up and down over his length through the fabric of his pants, her thumb grazing over the tip. "He lets me have my fun... sometimes. And I think... I think tonight I deserve to have a little more fun with you, don't you agree?" She looked into his eyes, searching for any signs of hesitation or fear before leaning in closer still, her lips brushing against his earlobe as she spoke again. "Unless..." Her voice dropped to a husky murmur, each word tickling the sensitive skin beneath his ear. "...you'd rather not?"

There was an edge to her question that made it clear this was a game they were playing; a dance of power and submission where he had the freedom to decide

"Ahh..." Her breath caught at the harshness of his words, and she stepped back slightly, eyes narrowing as she studied him once more. She smiled coldly, her expression shifting almost instantly from seductive to dangerous. "I see... You're not afraid after all." Her voice was icy now, devoid of any trace of warmth or playfulness.

"Maybe I should reconsider whether you deserve this attention," she murmured, the smile turning more cruel as her hand retreated from his crotch. "Or maybe..." She leaned in closer, dropping her voice even lower so that only he could hear. "...maybe it's just too easy to scare little boys like you." Her eyes glinted with amusement now, and she reached up to caress his cheek with the back of her fingers before brushing past him and walking away toward the party beyond. "Go back to

Her heart raced, and her blood boiled as she felt the anger rise within her. The insolence! This boy dared to threaten her like this? But... perhaps he wasn't entirely wrong. Perhaps she had been playing too coyly with him. Her fingers trembled at the thought of giving in to his demand, but something deeper inside urged her onward.

With a slow, deliberate pace, she walked back toward where Isaac knelt before her. She stood over him, her full lips parted slightly as she panted from their shared lust and anger. "Do you really think you're worthy of this?" she breathed heavily, her eyes glittering with anticipation and fury.

Without waiting for an answer, she lowered herself down onto his tongue, her hips swaying gently as he tasted the sweetness coating her folds. She ground against him, feeling his stub

The hot sensation of his cum hitting the back of her throat made Isabella gag reflexively. Her eyes widened as she felt herself choking on his release, but she refused to break character. She swallowed loudly around his cock, then pulled away with a satisfied grin, licking her lips as if savoring the taste of him. "Well, I guess that answers my question," she purred quietly, leaning in close again and kissing him firmly on the mouth. "You're such a good boy." Her tone was mockingly sweet now, but there was no mistaking the amusement in her eyes. She straightened up slowly, walking back toward where Vito stood watching their exchange. Her husband gave her a look that could have meant anything; approval or disappointment. It didn't matter either way to Isabella. In this game of power and submission, she had proven once again that she

A slow smile curved her lips as she caught the confused expression on Isaac's face. "Oh, did I forget to mention?" she asked, raising an eyebrow mischievously before turning and walking away without another word. "Her name is Tiffany."

The silence that fell over the room was palpable. Everyone seemed to hold their breath as they waited for the inevitable explosion of anger from Vito. But when it finally came, it wasn't directed at her; rather, he launched into a tirade about how one of his men had been too slow to react and how this display was unacceptable. Isabella simply stood by his side, looking innocent and slightly bored as she watched the scene unfold. She knew exactly what she was doing; provoking Vito just enough to keep him off-balance while never crossing that invisible line. And in that moment, standing beside her husband while everyone

"I'm sure you could find other ways to entertain yourself," Isabella replied with a sigh, "but I wouldn't get your hopes up too high. Tiffany doesn't appreciate when men touch her without permission." Her voice was laced with mock disappointment as she glanced over at Vito, her expression saying quite clearly that the ball was in his court now. Did he want to challenge this assumption? Or did he value their arrangement enough to keep things between them, just like they were supposed to be? The weight of that decision hung heavy in the air, and no one knew which way it would tip. Not even Tiffany herself.

Tiffany pursed her lips in thought before finally meeting your gaze. "Maybe," she said with a shrug, her voice slightly deeper than usual. "But only if you promise to be nice about it." She leaned in closer, lowering her voice even further. "And I mean really nice." There was an air of anticipation and danger around her as she teased you, clearly enjoying the power she held over your fragile ego. The choice now lay squarely with you: did you trust her enough to follow through on her offer? Or would your fears get the better of you yet again? The tension in the room seemed to grow heavier still as everyone waited for your response, each breath seeming to drag out interminably.

The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down her spine as he began to stimulate her clit. She let out a soft moan, not wanting to give away how much it felt good quite yet. "Ahh..." she purred, arching her back slightly in response. Her eyes were fixed on Vito, watching his expression carefully as he took everything in. She knew that this was a delicate game they were playing, each move significant and potentially dangerous. The pleasure coursing through her veins made it difficult to focus, but she forced herself to remain composed outwardly.

For now, the power belonged to both of them, tangibly visible in the air between them like an invisible thread connecting their souls. "See?" she whispered to Vito, her voice barely audible above the music and conversation around them. "She's just as responsive as you are..." Her words trailed off into a soft moan

Vito's expression darkened as he heard you threaten him. Without so much as a warning, his hand shot out and wrapped around your throat, squeezing tightly enough to cut off your breath. "Don't," he growled through gritted teeth, eyes narrowed in anger.

Isabella watched the exchange with interest, amusement playing at the corners of her mouth. She knew that this was a dangerous game they were all playing and that things could escalate quickly if someone wasn't careful. But for now, it seemed as though Vito had asserted his dominance over you, at least temporarily. She glanced at him sidelong, wondering how he would react next. Would he continue to choke you until you lost consciousness? Or would he allow her to persuade him otherwise? The air crackled with tension as they all waited for Vito's next move.

"V

"Vito?" she purred, drawing his attention away from the struggling man on the floor and back to her. "I think Tiffany is enjoying herself quite a bit here." Her voice was thick with mischief as she ran her fingers slowly up and down the outside of Vito's thigh, feeling his body tense under her touch. She looked at him from beneath her lashes, her lips parted slightly as if in invitation. "Maybe we should just let things continue?"

Her words were like a caress against his ear, drawing him further into their web of seduction and manipulation. The power play between them was as much about control as it was desire, and she knew just how to keep Vito off-balance while still ensuring her own safety. The air in the room seemed to grow heavy with anticipation, pregnant with the potential for violence yet teeming with raw sexual energy at the

Her body arched against yours as you began to thrust into her. The sound of your hips slapping against hers and the wet squelching noises filling the air only served to heighten the tension in the room. Vito watched you both, his expression dark and predatory. He knew exactly what was happening; he'd seen it before. Yet still, there was something about this moment that made him hesitate. Was it fear of losing control? Or perhaps simply his desire to maintain some semblance of order within their twisted world?

As you continued to fuck Tiffany, her eyes never left Vito's face. Her fingers trailed idly up and down his thigh, the soft touch both taunting and reassuring him. She was a master at playing this game; a dance of power and submission that seemed to defy all logic and reason. And yet, beneath it all, there was an

Whore?" She echoed his words with a mocking laugh, as if they were nothing more than empty insults. "I don't know," she teased, tilting her head to the side and studying him carefully. "Do you think I am? Look at how easily I give myself to you." Her fingers trailed up his thigh again, coming dangerously close to brushing against his growing erection.

Her voice was low and sultry, each word dripping with promises and threats all at once. It was as if she were daring him to push her further, to cross the line between playful provocation and brutal domination. The air in the room crackled with tension, electricity arcing between them like a web of invisible power lines. Everyone else seemed to fade away, becoming nothing more than background noise as she focused solely on Vito and the game they were playing.

"Do

Isabella laughed, shaking her head as she pretended to consider your offer. "Oh, darling," she cooed, running her fingers through your hair and letting them rest on your shoulder, "I might just take you up on that." She leaned in closer still, close enough that their breath mingled together as they spoke. "You know I'm a big girl... I can make myself useful in more ways than one." Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and she smiled seductively up at you. "Just promise not to tell anyone else, alright?"