Toxic

Chapter 1

In a stunning black lingerie set, Isabella reclined on the couch with a glass of red wine in hand. She admired herself clad in delicate lace and sheer fabric. The bra featured intricate floral patterns that barely concealed her nipples, and the matching panties hugged her hips with teasing transparency. A garter belt and sheer thigh-high stockings completed the ensemble, adding an extra touch of seduction.

She puts down the glass and practices a series of sexy poses. First, she got on all fours, arching her back and pointing her butt up high, looking over her shoulder with a smoldering gaze. Unsatisfied, she shifted to a seated position, leaning back with her legs spread wide open, her eyes half-closed in an alluring expression.

Just as she was about to try another pose, the doorbell rang. Her heart quickened with anticipation. She placed her wine glass on the table, stood up, and rushed to the door. Opening it, she stepped back a few paces, then positioned herself with her hands behind her back, swaying her hips slowly and invitingly.

"Hello, Chris," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

Standing at the door was Chris, a strikingly handsome man with dark hair and piercing eyes. He exuded a casual confidence that was irresistible. He wore a fitted black T-shirt that showed off his toned muscles, paired with dark jeans and casual shoes.

Chris's gaze traveled up and down Isabella's body. His lips curved into a knowing smile as he stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

Isabella, despite her desperation, remained still and poised, awaiting the orders she craved. Her hips swayed slowly, and she ran her hands sensuously over her body, caressing her breasts and tracing the curves of her belly.

Chris, meanwhile, kicked off his shoes and walked past her. He made his way to the living room, casually removing his T-shirt and tossing it aside before sinking onto the couch. Isabella maintained her position, facing the door, her heart pounding with anticipation.

Once Chris was comfortably seated, he finally spoke in a commanding tone. "You have one minute."

At his words, Isabella's eyes lit up with eagerness. She instantly sprang into action, rushing over to him with a burst of urgency. She straddled Chris, her body pressing against his as she began kissing him desperately. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she explored every inch of his face with her lips.

Her kisses traveled to his neck, where she lavished attention with delicate bites and tender licks. She moved to his abs, tracing her kisses down his chest and savoring the feel of his hard muscles beneath her touch. Her lips then found their way to his nipples, where she alternated between soft kisses and teasing nibbles.

The atmosphere grew tense as Chris's voice interrupted the passionate moment. "Time's up."

Isabella caught up in her lust, ignored the command, and moved in to kiss him again. Chris, with a firm push, stopped her. "Already breaking rules," he said, his tone a mix of authority and disapproval.

Realizing her mistake, Isabella quickly got off Chris and knelt between his legs, both of them breathing heavily. She waited for his next command, her posture submissive and attentive.

Before Chris could speak, Isabella nervously asked, "Can I have a name to call you?"

Chris raised an eyebrow. "For what?"

"For requests," Isabella answered promptly.

Chris leaned forward and kissed her softly before whispering, "You are not allowed to have requests yet. You have to earn it."

Undeterred, Isabella tried again. "But Daddy—"

Chris's hand came down sharply, delivering a firm slap. Isabella's smile remained as she looked up at him, her eyes reflecting both submission and excitement.

Chris's expression turned serious as he held her face firmly. "Never call me Daddy. For now, you only call me Chris. And when you need to, you scream my name."

Isabella nodded, her gaze steady as she accepted his instructions, ready to follow his lead.

Chris, with a quick, tender gesture, kissed the cheek he had slapped. Isabella let out a soft moan, her body reacting to the mix of sensations.

"How do you want me?" she asked, her voice a whisper of desire.

Chris's gaze was steady and commanding as he replied, "Go get on your fours in the balcony."

Isabella immediately complied, taking Chris's hand and leading him to the balcony. Once there, she gets on all fours with her buttocks pointed up, bending her ass to submission.

As she waited, the sounds of Brian undressing filled the air, she could feel the warmth between her legs intensify. Her thong, already damp with arousal, became slicker with each passing moment.

As the darkness of the evening settled over the city, the lights of the skyline began to twinkle, casting a soft glow that illuminated the balcony. Isabella felt Brian's hands grip her waist firmly, the sensation sending shivers through her body.

Chris moved with purpose, casting aside Isabella's thong. He immediately felt the slickness between her legs, his fingers gliding over her dampness. Her pussy a squishy sound, and Isabella moaned, her body arching to the sensation.

Chris's voice was low and taunting as he spoke, "You're a naughty slut, aren't you? All wet and horny. Don't care that someone might see you?"

Isabella could feel his thickness as he pressed against her, and she let out a soft moan. Chris began teasing her, rubbing up and down her slit. She pushed behind wanting more. Chris spanks her hard and thrusts inside. She screams in pleasure.

He started fucking her slowly as he held her firmly by the waist. As her pleasure intensified, Chris increased his pace, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper, making her scream with each thrust.

The intensity of the moment caused her to almost lift off the ground, but Chris's strong hands kept her in place, pushing her back down as he continued. He relentlessly fucked and brought Isabella to the edge of orgasm, her body quivering with pleasure.

Chris lifted her to her feet, helping her position one leg over the railing. He rammed his dick back inside her, his movements quick and powerful.

Chris drove Isabella to another intense orgasm, her cries of pleasure echoing in the night air. He then moved her to the glass door of the balcony, pressing her against it as he continued to thrust, the cool surface heightening her sensations.

They transitioned to the chair next, her legs draped over his shoulders as he drove into her with deep, powerful thrusts. Each change in position brought a new wave of pleasure, the number of orgasms mounting as Isabella succumbed to Chris's pleasure.

Isabella's favorite was the prone bone position, where Chris hit her G-spot with unwavering precision, driving her wild with pleasure. As the coldness of the night grew, Isabella's sensitivity peaked, every touch of cold air between her legs sending shivers through her body.

When Chris was done outside in the cool night air, he scooped Isabella up and carried her inside to her bed. Once there, he continued their passionate encounter, bending her to his will. Isabella's moans and screams filled the room as she experienced a series of intense climaxes.

For hours, Chris explored every inch of her naked body.

Finally, Chris reached his peak, their shared pleasure culminating in a powerful release inside Isabella.