Taming Isabel: Office Discipline: Taming Isabel, #1

By Vincent Mandevill

An older deviant billionaire takes a shy young businesswoman under his wing for confidence training. 

Isabel O'Connor is intelligent, driven, and determined. Yet her crippling shyness and socially awkward behavior risk ruining her chances at a career. 

Vincent's special training for young ladies might be her last chance to impress her demanding bosses.

 Little does young Miss Isabel suspect that within half an hour she'll be stripped naked and subjected to shameful spanking and inspection under Master Vincent's watchful gaze. The young woman finds herself dripping with desire for that powerful older man and his kinky games.

Will she be strong enough to resist him? Every time he looks at her, she burns with lust and need.

How long can she fight her natural submissive needs? Will she get over her shameful past and let Master Vincent transform her?

WARNING! The story is for 18+ readers. It is a self-indulgent pure steamy goodness with a heavy dose of romance. Taming Isabel depicts the adventures of a rough and sensual big Alpha male who trains a younger, inexperienced woman how to handle the world of corporate business and intense kink. All the books of the series end on a cliffhanger except for the finale of the series - guaranteed HEA. All characters are over 18.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vincent Mandevill
• Release date: Apr 2, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215735886

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TAMING ISABEL

OFFICE DISCIPLINE

Vincent Mandevill

Copyright © 2023 Vincent Mandevill

Taming Isabel

Office Discipline

Copyright © 2023 Vincent Mandevill

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All rights reserved!

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author.

WARNING

This book is meant for a mature audience. It contains debauchery, sensual corruption, explicit sexual scenes, and follows the gradual seduction and corruption of a shy, curvy office lady who discovers and embraces her own inner slut. Male domination, female submission, oral sex, anal play, and light BDSM. If such material offends your sensitive soul you’d better go somewhere else.

We both know you want to stay, right? Indulge yourself in that tale of sexual surrender, naughty sex kittens, and dominant Alpha Masters.

No rape or illegal content. The sexual scenes are 1000% consensual.

All characters are over 18 years old.

TAMING ISABEL:

OFFICE DISCIPLINE

I

VINCENT

Aimee was riding my dick with her hands down on my shoulders. I grabbed her perfect little ass and squeezed it in my powerful arms. It was as ripe and fresh as a peach I had just plucked. Her tight cunt was gripping my erection and milking it with her juices.

Oh, Vincent, please, fuck me, fuck me harder... I want to feel you inside me. I want to remember you, please.

Tears were rolling down her cheek as our bodies clashed with intensity. She was swaying her slender body and pushing her tits up. I reached out with my free hand to pinch her nipples. Another loud moan echoed through the bedroom while I squeezed her tender flesh.

Bruise me, fuck me, make me feel yours, Her voice was quivering with despair, and she was staring back at me with such intense emotion. Something in my chest ached, and I swallowed hard as I picked up the pace of fucking her.

I had not felt that way since my last time with Mary, my former submissive. It was so much worse now. Aimee came to my house yesterday afternoon. As soon as we were alone, she dropped to her knees. Soon my dick was in her mouth, and she gave me the most intense, sopping-wet blow job of my life. My submissive loved giving head as if her G-spot was at the back of her throat. Yet, there was something desperate about how she was sucking me.

We had hardly stopped fucking the rest of the day, the entire night, and most of this morning. Aimee must have been sore and bruised inside. Still, she kept begging me to fuck her deeper in her pussy and ass. Her cheeks were red with tears, and she kept clinging to the hope that if she fucked me hard and well enough, I would change my mind about us.

That would not happen. As much as it hurt me, I had to stick to my guns, even if it killed me that I had to break away from that perfect girl.

Aimee mewled out loud and came again with over-the-top cries of pleasure. It was enough to make me rush to my orgasm. A pleasant tingle ran straight through my balls, and I emptied my load inside her womb. The cute blonde cried out and crashed on top of me. Her long golden hair fanned out on her back, and her tits pressed against my chest.

The next thing I knew, she was openly sobbing on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and gently whispered in her ear.

Hey, sweetie, relax. Everything will be okay. Please, baby girl. Don't be so sad, I put a finger under her chin and made her look at me. It hurt to see real anguish in these eyes, usually so bright and full of life. I preferred to make her cry out of too many orgasms and pleasure. While we were having kinky sex, Aimee was always glowing. Even tears made her look so damned sexy.

Please, Vincent, why are you doing this to me? Aimee whined and squeezed my cock harder with her tight walls. I was exhausted after that insane night of fucking. Aren't you happy with me? Am I not the perfect submissive?

You are everything a man could ask for, pet, I kissed her cheeks and ran my fingers through her hair. She relaxed a little when I began massaging the nape of her neck. You are absolute perfection, and I adore you. All the Masters of the Club love you, Aimee. We already talked about this. You know my decision had nothing to do with you.

Then, why? Aimee was chewing on her bottom lip. I love you so much. It hurts me to be without you. Please, please, Master. Don’t break up with me. I’ll even find us another girl.

I shook my head and ran my fingers down her cheek.

Aimee, we discussed this at length. It hurts me even more than you think, but it is the right thing to do. Besides, I’m not breaking up with you, sweet girl. I'll keep in touch. We can have phone and Skype sex. When you come home for the holidays, we will meet and make up for a lost time, I was kissing her cheeks and playing with her hair.

Why should we lose any time at all? She insisted with all the stubbornness of a young woman in love. I can go to college here too. We can tell my parents we are together. I’ll move in with you. Please, Master.

I want you to have a proper choice, baby girl. Besides, it’s only for a year. We will talk again once it’s over. I'll be the happiest man in the world if you still want to stay with me, I whispered and ran fingers down her firm buttocks, a little red and raw from the riding crop.

That’s not fair. I don’t need to date some dumb college guys. I know I’ll always choose you. She pouted.

I sighed. It was pointless to argue with Aimee in such a high emotional state. We were still drunk on our intense summer romance and all the sexual depravity we indulged in together. Aimee brought so much youthful passion into my life and found her place in my heart. She was kinkier and more open to new experiences than most women I knew. My balls tingled as I remembered her stunning debut at the Master's Club. I meant when I told her that she was the total package. An insanely beautiful blonde with a sexy tight body, intelligent, funny, and a sex kitten with an insatiable appetite. What more could a man want