Just a Taste Part 14

Ch 14: Reward

Dylan

December 20th, 2024- Woodside Motel- 9:20 PM

Isabella awoke, although barely, from her hypothermic slumber. Her eyes were glassy; partially unfocused like an exhausted child, or maybe a human-like doll. A startling appearance to behold, but at least she's alive.

For a second, I contemplated taking her to the ER.

Yes, it would've raised thousands of questions, and she would've been out of my reach for a while; however, I didn't care about those outcomes. I wanted her to live. No matter what the cost.

Thankfully, it didn't come down to that. Her body began recovering once the temperature in the room shifted.

Margaret had graciously brought over a few robes, a long flannel night dress, and some personal hygiene items. Just in case the bathroom didn't have enough, she explained.

God bless that woman. Normally, I don't care about people. Because they are usually prey, or a rare delicacy, but for her? I wish for the best.

May she live out the rest of her days in peace.

With these supplies, I told Isabella my intentions.

Although, to be honest, I'm not sure if she can understand what I'm saying in her current mental state.

Then, cautiously, I undressed her. Peeling off the thin, filthy pajamas that Jerald forced her to endure for days, and tossed them into the garbage.

Hell, I'd light them on fire if it wouldn't draw too much attention to us.

Or rather, more attention.

I didn't miss the hint of suspicion in Margaret's eyes when we checked in.

Granted, it is the middle of nowhere, and we showed up late looking like hot shit mixed with death.

Still, my instincts told me to be wary. So I am.

The only reason Isabella and I aren't two states over is because of her health. She needs ‌rest and recuperation before we can go anywhere.

Whenever she's able, and once the police activity dies down a bit, we'll leave this place and never come back.

A fresh start for both of us.

Once her body settled into the hot bath, Isabella's eyes lit up and color had returned to her soft cheeks.

Even better, she tried to speak!

Severely strained and scratchy, but words.

And, as much as I loved hearing it, I know she needs to recover.

I begged her to stay silent.

She complied, even though I saw the flicker of defiance and fixation in her eyes.

Her words are powerful, and shouldn't be contained or limited. Yet they must. For now.

Without fighting me, she allowed my hands to cleanse the grime and blood off ‌her face, neck, and ears.

Anger boiled within me. Jerald put her through so much hell that it covered her body. Saturated in his sins, if you will.

Unfortunately, I'll have to fix her hair separately as it's horribly matted. A task that I'll take great pride in.

Once my hands reached her breasts, all my common sense and decency went out the window.

My eyes darkened with lust that I could barely control. The feeling of her soft, swollen flesh beneath my careful and explorative touch made the primal instincts within me ignite.

Touch. Taste. Claim.

While soaping her up, my fingertips grazed her nipples. Immediately, she responded with a gasp of pleasure.

Hearing that, my dick stiffened. Fuck, she's making it impossible to concentrate.

I pulled my hands away for a moment. She needs to understand the effect she has on me.

Slowly, I leaned in and whispered in her ear, “I told you I would warm you later, Isabella, but you’re making it hard to concentrate.”

Isabella shivered at my hot breath tickling her neck, and nodded.

Perfect. Now that we have an understanding...

“If you behave...” I rasped, trailing my tongue along her earlobe. “I’ll fulfill your every desire. Deal?”

And it's true. If she complies, her heart's every filthy desire will be fulfilled.

Panting, she stroked my hair with her tiny, damp palms and nodded in agreement.

Unable to contain my excitement, I grinned. "Good girl."

She obeyed my first command without objection. It made my loins burn with desire. Such a beautiful, innocent woman willingly surrendering herself deserves a reward for her efforts.

I kissed her. A bold, passionate act that made Isabella melt like butter. Her breath hitched; cheeks flushed, a soft moan begging to escape her lips, yet it didn't.

Tugging at her bottom lip, I pulled away. If we continue, we'll go too far too quickly.

Feeling overwhelmed with unhinged lust, I said that we'd continue this later.

Because, if I don't stop now, I won't.

She asked me, "D-do you promise?”

Fuck, she's adorable.

With a deep chuckle, I replied, “Yes, I promise. Now, no more talking. Relax.”

As instructed, Isabella reclined and allowed her body to relax. Practically falling asleep as I cleaned the rest of her.

She looked much better: flushed, clean, and trusting.

My hand wandered between her thighs, exploring her gloriously pink flesh while thoroughly scrubbing the remaining filth away. I'm sure she felt uncomfortable voiding her bladder so suddenly, so I'd better pay close attention to it.

Isabella bit her bottom lip as I teased the folds; pressing on her clit abrasively while slipping inside her tight channel.

Licking my lips, I relished the utility closet memory. Her slick heat squeezing the life out of my fingers, how quickly she climaxed once I found her g-spot.

It was spectacular to behold.

Her body tensed up, but she didn't move or make any noise. Even though she desperately wanted to.

Fuck it, I can't hold back anymore.

She pouted when I pulled my fingers out and rinsed her off.

As I wrapped her in towels, I declared, “I’m not done with you yet, Isabella. Your reward continues in bed. "

Then I carried her there, with every intention of fulfilling my promise.

Using the towels as a barrier, I laid Isabella down in the center of our humble bed. Her hips wiggled as she stared up at me.

She looked like a work of art. Naked as the day she was born, skin glowing, sun-kissed almost; rosy pink nipples erect with anticipation, and folds glistening with arousal.

And she was all mine.

"Don't worry," I reassured her, stroking her chin." I'll be gentle."

I crawled onto the bed and settled between her parted thighs; she gasped as my breath tickled her flesh.

Pressing my nose to her apex, I inhaled her scent. Ripe juicy raspberries. Fresh as the first harvest of the season. Shit, she smelled better than the first time. Almost as if the wait made it more intense and sweet.

"Mm, you smell divine, darling." I murmured, brushing my nose against her swollen clit. She tangled her fingers into my hair, whining like a bitch in heat.

Yes, Isabella, embrace my touch. Crave it as if it's your next breath.

Eagerly, I dug my hands into her hips and parted her drenched lips with my tongue.

The initial stroke made her yelp; hips twitching unexpectedly.

Hm, she must be nervous.

Pulling away just enough to speak, I rumbled, "It's different, but this will bring you immense pleasure. Please, relax."

She exhaled sharply, legs trembling. "O-okay."

I dove back in; stroking her innermost folds attentively with my tongue, occasionally swiping over the swollen bud at the top. Her body twitched a few times, then relaxed as my motions became rapid and rough.

My dick ached to be inside her, to claim her velvety walls for himself. I forced him to behave.

This isn't about me. This is Isabella's reward for compliance.

A few minutes into the act, Isabella's body tensed up, as if preparing for the wonderful release.

Gently, I latched onto her throbbing clit while inserting two fingers inside.

She screamed, throwing her head back in ecstasy. My fingers curled up, applying pressure to her g-spot in perfect harmony with my voracious tongue.

Isabella, although restrained by my hands, convulsed with such force that the bed shook.

Then, like an angel singing to the heavens, she groaned loudly. Her walls quivered as hot, slick cum covered my tongue and fingers.

I smiled with pride. She accepted her reward with eagerness and sincerity.

Good girl.

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