Taming Isabel: Corporate Training: Taming Isabel, #2

By Vincent Mandevill

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

Isabel's training proves to be torture both for her and Master Vincent. 

The more she denies her passion for him, the harder it gets to control herself. 

Her body is aching with desperate need whenever she is around him. 

Always naked, shamefully exposed, her ample bottom blushing with the arousing spanking.

Vincent has to use all his self-control not to take that submissive young woman the way she needs to. 

What happens when the stubborn Miss Isabel pushes him too far? Will her fierce resistance break?

Can they both handle what will come between them after their ultimate clash?

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 22, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215524770

Book preview

TAMING ISABEL:

CORPORATE TRAINING

I

VINCENT

That first week with Isabel was pure torture. Her submissive nature, naked, sexy body, and the fight in those emerald eyes drove me wild with desire. Being so close to that succulent temptress and unable to taste and ravage her was killing me. If I could, I’d have fucked her until she screamed my name and begged me not to stop. I’d pound her tight little cunt and mark her with my hand and belt. My greatest desire was to screw her brains off until I wiped the memory of all those men before me. She’d come so hard until her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Isabel would sound like a woman possessed when she yelled in pleasure.

That afternoon when I made her fuck herself in my dining room was burned in my memory forever. That pretty little redhead looked so devious and innocent at the same time. She was riding the big black dick and rubbing herself so hard with the vibe as if her life depended on it. Her uninhibited screams and orgasms as she came over and over again, splashing her juices on the chair, made me so hard. My dick nearly burst through my pants as I watched and listened to her sexy yet disturbing tale.

That cute nymphomaniac needed a real man. Too bad she was full of conflicting pride and shame and didn’t want to admit it. The thought of Isabel being pinned down, seduced, and fucked within an inch of her life was hot. However, I was livid with how that little piece of shit treated her after their sexscapade.

In college, I had seduced my fair share of girls. The ice queens and prim and proper types were my favorites. Party girls were fun, but I found it more satisfying to unravel an uptight and cold woman who thought she was too good for that. Yet, I always protected them, even after we broke up.

Part of me wanted to find that asshole and teach him an important lesson. However, Isabel was my top priority at that moment. I cared about her, but I also wanted, no, needed to have her.

My summer with Aimee had been full of restraint, but at least she knew what she wanted. She was always eager to please me. The cute blonde got down on her knees to suck me off every time the effort of not fucking her sexy virginal body was too much. The cute dream girl next door accepted her submissive side and role in life. She was younger than Isabel, yet she had no hang-ups about her sexuality.

On the other hand, Isabel was difficult and stubborn to the point of absurdity. Those pathetic little boys in her life did a number on her. It thrilled the sadist in me to watch her agony as she made herself cum again and again, even when it became uncomfortable, even when her juicy clit was aching in genuine pain. Yet, I hated her toxic shame and that she believed the frat boy that there was something wrong with her.

I thought of Aimee, and a sudden worry rushed through me. She was more experienced than the average freshman who left home for the first time. I made sure she got a proper sex education before I sent her off. Yet, my sweet blonde was still pretty young. It troubled me that some asshole like Jeff could traumatize her.

The same evening I ordered her to let me know if someone was messing with her. Aimee was puzzled at my sudden paranoid streak. She reassured me that everything was fine in her college life. My girl only complained about college boys and their lack of experience.

How is it possible that none of them knows how to eat pussy? Aimee pouted at the camera and licked her lips. They are like some pathetic virgins. It’s so annoying. Maybe I should try to seduce some of the professors instead.

I was sure she was telling me that to make me jealous. Too bad that I found the idea of Aimee bending over her teacher's desk irresistibly hot.

What about that roommate of yours? Is she still giving you looks? I asked in a casual voice. Her roommate Eva was a pretty brunette with gorgeous chocolate eyes, olive skin, and perky, round tits whose nipples poked through the tight sweaters she was wearing. She had a perfect apple-shaped butt that looked appetizing in her skinny jeans. I had seen her a few times when I was calling my girlfriend. That’s when I thought I’d love to watch them together.

Aimee was sure that Eva was gay because she often gave her longing looks. I wanted to encourage her interest in women if I was to have a polyamorous relationship.

Actually... Aimee blushed. Um...

What are you not telling me, baby girl? I raised an eyebrow. Daddy doesn’t like it when you keep secrets.

Yesterday, there was a party, and we played spin the bottle. Aimee bit her lips, and her eyes glowed with the memory. Eva and I had to make out. I only meant it as a joke, but she kisses so well. I got wet when she put her tongue in my mouth.

Aimee, Aimee, you naughty girl. That’s what you should have told me from the start. Tonight I expect you to hit your clit five times with the leather paddle.

That wasn’t a real punishment for my pain slut, but it was a fun way to control her.

Yes, Daddy, I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to keep things from you. She fluttered her eyelashes.

I’ll forgive you... but I want you to eat Eva’s pussy by the end of that week. Bonus points if you get her to lick yours, or you have a sixty-nine.

Aimee ran her hands down her nipple and pinched it lightly. She looked hesitant, but I could see that passionate flame in her beautiful eyes. I had sworn I would not interfere with her college life. Yet, would it be so bad if I visited her?

I... She’s really shy, but...

It’s always the shy ones who are the freakiest, Aimee, I smirked at her even if some mild guilt was eating me. It would be right to tell Aimee about Isabel and her training. However, I wanted to see how things would unfold with my reluctant student. I knew how anxious Aimee was about losing me to another woman. There was no need to worry her when I didn’t know what would happen.

Isabel had the potential to be a fantastic submissive, but all her issues made me hesitant. She needed