ISABELLA

Morgan chuckled softly, grinning as she came to a complete halt before Isabella, “Darlin’ when you book me you’re always gonna get a show.” she replied with a laugh. Morgan was a showgirl through and through, had been since a child. She would always give a show to her favourite guests though, and that included Isabella. “So, what do you think?”

Her hands drifted to Morgan’s attire, fingertips brushing over the red lace, hooking beneath straps, toying with the woman uncaring about how saw. The mistress was certainly not complaining about the show. “I love it.” She replied simply, “If the judging were up to me, you’d already walk away the winner.”

Shirtless Az? Boy still owes me am ab licking.

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From the second Damien had woken up, his thoughts had been on the only Valentine that mattered to him. Isabella. Their previous valentines, the whole day spent in bed, were memories fresh in his head, as if they had happened yesterday. He couldn’t help but drink in how she looked as she opened the door, committing every detail to his memory; especially those damn red earrings. The earrings he’d bought for their first wedding anniversary. “You look–” She knew how she looked. That was the point. She was well aware of the effect she had on him and, not unlike now, she was using that as ammunition. “We didn’t agree a time, Bella. So I’m perfectly on time by my standards. But happy valentines.”

The mistress stood still, allowing her former husband to examine each and every part of her attire before turning to walk back into the room, assuming he would follow. She just needed to put her shoes on, so she walked over to a chair and sat, slipping on the heels with ease. “Did you want to do anything specific?” It was a bit odd, something she never thought they would do again, Bella would be lying if she said that she was in foreign territory, however she intended to play it as cool as possible. “By the way, she is my favorite escort, you go pick another.” Added she, glancing up to him as she stood and didn’t bother pushing her dress back down.

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She may not see the point in the day, but it didn’t stop her from fulling indulging in the perks of the job as such, which is how she ended up at Bellisimo for the outfit contest. She had no intentions of entering, she just wanted to show the others how it was done. Donning the red and black lace set, she’d brought her own devil horns to complete the piece. A devious grin tugged at Morgan’s lips as she strutted up to Isabella, doing a twirl as she showed off her outfit with a grin, doing a twirl for the other woman before coming to a halt. 

Bella nodded to one of the shop girls as she spoke, turning her head slightly to the doors, as she watched people arrive and shed their coats, the mistress took note of each and every single outfit. One look made her smile, and give her full attention to the model with a quirked eyebrow. “When I put in a reservation for you, I didn’t expect a show as well.”

Isabella didn’t need to go to Bellisimo, and she was still trying to decide if she was or not. However, she did know that she would spend time with her ex husband today, so she took her time getting ready to look absolutely edible. Each piece of her outfit was chosen carefully, right down to the red earrings that were a gift from him long ago. A knock at the door caused an evil smirk to appear on her face. The brunette took her time walking to the door, opening it slowly. “You’re late.” Said the vixen.

“Nah, just end up making him hate his brother, not be able to look at you without picturing me i’m sure you really want that.” he shot back. “Which is why I aint fucking you.” he snapped as he shoved his hands in his pocket. No matter how hot she was, he wasn’t about to risk his brother’s wrath. “No, just break a few bones.” he said as their eyes locked. “Do I really need a reason to not want to fuck my sister in law, jesus Bella, I mean, you got along great with the family, but I didn’t think you were that sadistic.” he snapped as he took a step back unable to tear his eyes away from her. “And no offence, you’re not really worth getting murdered over. I mean, you know his temper as well as me, and I never assumed you were stupid enough to piss him off that bad.” 

Isabella rolled her eyes, “You’re so stubborn, Eric.” She had to admit that his brother was no different, only angrier, so she was far from surprised. The mistress knew the Steele family well. “He won’t break your bones.” She told him, shaking her head with a bit of a laugh at how amused she was at the situation, begging her former brother in law to fuck her, or at least eat her out. All to burn her ex husband for standing her up. “I’m not your sister in law.” She snapped, disregarding everything else he said to correct that one statement. “He pissed me off, he’s asking for it. He begged for me to go out with him again, and I agreed, then he stood me up. Simple as that. He needs to be punished.”

Monica smiled sweetly, closing the door behind her boss. “Sounds fun,” she prodded, heading over for the pile of rejected choices from the people of Arcadia. The basket was heading for the wash, but she figured she’d need to stay up front to  let Bella back out. “So what are we getting new? I love getting first dibs.” She grinned, setting the basket near the back and walking towards the brunette.

Isabella simply made her way to the back, bringing the package back to the cash register to use the counter. She set the box down, looking over the label to ensure that it came from the proper factory. “This should be a test piece, we’re trying out a new factory for assembly.” She told the other, not worried about spreading the information. Monica was always on her toes around Bella, she wouldn’t jeopardize much. The mistress opened the package and pulled out the red outfit. It should have been black, but she let the color slide when she saw they had sent three pieces, red, black, and a white. Isabella knew from the second that she held the piece it was not her size. Smirking, she glanced to Monica. “What is your size? I think this would fit you better than I, and I need to see it on.”

Damien’s hands gripping onto her were held roughly, fingers pressing hard against her perfect skin and curves. Things between the pair were never vanilla and no party ever left the encounter without a mark or two to prove for it. It was why they worked. Both proud to be each others and for others to know it. Or at least they were. His tongue and fingers continued their fast, hard and unrelenting assault on her; knowing how much she needed it like that and the affirming moans from her lips only caused his erection to stir in his pants. This wouldn’t last long. He needed her. “Cum for me baby, let me taste you. I’ve missed it too much.” He pleaded between teasing movements, attention on her clit growing rougher as he gently rolled the nub between his teeth before allowing his tongue to dart out across it, his fingers curling and pumping inside her.

“And what, you think he’s gonna believe you over me. Are you really that fucking terrible that you’d ruin his life.” he shot back shoving his hands in his pockets and looking at the ceiling, avoiding her towel clad body. “And what, you magically think he’s still going to be okay with me fucking you, shit Bella, you’re like my sister, that’s fucked up.” he said as he finally looked at her. “Put some clothes on woman before you get both of us buried alive.” 

He did have a point, and her ex husband would likely break a few things on him should they actually have sex. “It wouldn’t ruin his life.” She responded plainly, “It might ruin your’s...” Added she, trailing off at the end. It was fairly true. Isabella did know her husband, as much as she liked to stubbornly believe otherwise. “He wouldn’t kill you if you just ate me out.” Offered she, head tilted to the side, eying his every reaction, a pleased smile on her face when he finally liked at her. “Why?”