Pixie Isobella

We met Isobel and Eddie in Pleasure Doll, when Eddie told Isobel he was going to own her… She’d be an idiot to spend any more time with him. But he turns her on so much. And just one date with him wouldn’t hurt, right? But Eddie has other plans and Isobel is too perfect for him to let her go.

Pleasure Toy, the steaming hot, sexy sequel to Pleasure Doll is coming soon. Chapter 1 is here.

Chapter 2

I am going to force my big hard cock into that tight little cunt of yours while you scream.

Then I’m going to watch my mates all bang you.

While you lie there, helpless to stop them filling you up with their cum.’

Isobel was panting hot and fast in genuine desire in response to Eddie’s words, the pain in her nipple from his fingers only turning her on even more. She knew her panties were wet and slippery with her cunt’s juices.

‘But that wasn’t what I asked, you disobedient little hole.’ She half-screamed as he slapped her face, sharply, out of nowhere. Then Eddie asked again. ‘Do you trust me?’

Isobel couldn’t believe it when she heard her voice answering him. ‘Yes, oh yes, yes. I trust you.’ Her speech was slightly slurred but still clear.

She did trust Eddie, she realised, and it shocked her to acknowledge that. Only recently, she had disliked him intensely. And she didn’t really know him any better now. All that had changed between them was that he had spent an evening and a morning fucking her, hurting her, snapping orders at her. He had spent 12 hours fucking her roughly and dominating her, and she had liked it.

Isobel did know why she trusted him though. Eddie would do precisely what he said. He would hurt her, fuck her, use her for pleasure, share her like a sextoy around among his friends, say degrading things to her. But he wouldn’t cross her boundaries and he would listen to her needs.

‘Yes,’ she whispered, sobbing slightly. ‘I trust you.’

The grasp on her nipple softened, becoming a gentle caress.

‘Good.’ There was a rich warmth in his voice she hadn’t heard before, and it made her melt inside in a way that she knew was dangerous. ‘That’s good.’ He paused, his fingers still absently caressing her breast. ‘The party on Saturday night. I’ll pick you up from your house, then I’ll bring you home and sleep with you in your bed until Sunday morning.’

Isobel whimpered softly and wanted to bury her face in his coat at his casual decision making about her.

Eddie was still talking. ‘You know what I want.’

Isobel was silent, unable to form the words. She was not agreeing to this. She was not!

‘Well?’ Eddie said when she didn’t answer. ‘Tell me what I want.’

‘You w-want to own me,’ whispered Isobel, feeling vulnerable and embarrassed even as she said the words. ‘You want me to be your slave.’

‘My property,’ he agreed urbanely. ‘You’re going to be the thing that I fuck. That’s the deal, Isobel, darling. Or should I call you ‘fuckhole’?’

A tremor of desire ran through her, too strong, too sudden and instinctive for her to suppress it. Eddie felt her response and he chuckled, arrogantly. ‘I thought so.’

His hand shifted in her hair, then he was looking down, straight into her eyes. Isobel thought she saw a flash of kindness behind the steel in them, and then it was gone. His voice was hard, uncaring.

‘Is that a ‘yes’, then, my sweet slut?’

‘I’m scared,’ whispered Isobel, looking up at him in fright.

Oh gods, she was not thinking of doing this. She was not! She had only contacted him because she needed a date to this party on Saturday. That was the only reason. She had wanted to go to the party and her ex-boyfriend was going as well with his wife and his new girlfriend, and she didn’t want to be alone or sad.

And… she wanted to see Eddie. She really wanted to see him. That thought scared her as well. Fingers trembling, she had texted Eddie and asked him to be her date. Anxiously, she had thought that maybe he was sick of her. That, maybe, everything he had said at Andy’s gangbang had been a sick joke. But Eddie had responded almost immediately.

He hadn’t forgotten anything he had promised her. He still wanted her as much as ever. He still scared her as much as ever.

I’ll take you to the party, he had texted. Does this mean you belong to me, now?

Now, Isobel looked up at Eddie in trepidation, wondering what had come over her. Her breasts felt so exposed in front of her, exposed to the cold winter air. How could she have let him expose her to the air? Eddie’s hand felt hard and unforgiving as he held her head back by her hair.

He isn’t safe to be around, she thought to herself. He is mean and cruel. And… I could do so much with him.

Eddie smiled down at her, stroking the back of his finger down her cheek. ‘My sweet little fuckhole,’ he murmured, and Isobel blushed hotly. His hand kept moving downwards and she felt his fingertips drift back and forth across her nipples.

‘I’ll email you a full list of what I want,’ he murmured, his fingers playing mercilessly with Isobel’s breasts. ‘If you agree to the broad shape of the deal, I’ll pick you up for the party on Saturday. We can hammer out the details while I’m fucking you in your bed on Sunday.’

He paused, for effect more than anything else, Isobel thought, and then started speaking again. ‘You’ll belong to me from Monday.’

Isobel whimpered in fear, but it wasn’t fear of Eddie. It was fear that she knew she was about to say yes. Oh gods, she was going to let him touch her and fuck her again. Not just that. She was going to agree to let him own her, to treat her like his fuckable property.

Living sex furniture, he had called her once. My sweet, docile sex toy. Always available for me to cum inside.

‘Is that a ‘yes’, my sweet fuckhole?’ Eddie asked, his fingers caressing her breast softly, as if it was the most valuable thing in the world.

‘Y-yes,’ whispered Isobel, swallowing. ‘Yes.’

Oh fuck.

Eddie grinned down at her, his hand closing tightly around her naked breast. ‘Good girl. Very good.’ He bent down and kissed her softly on the mouth, and Isobel trembled at the soft touch of his lips. It felt disturbingly like a kiss to seal the deal, and she shivered in trepidation and terrified excitement.

He chuckled at her, lifting his lips. ‘Next time, you’ll call me ‘Master’. Is that clear, Isobel?’

Isobel whimpered, forcing herself to whisper, ‘y-yes M-master,’ in a voice that shook terribly.

Eddie just grinned.

‘You’ll get better at it over time. I’ll see you on Saturday.’

Pleasure Toy: Isobel’s Collar will be released in April 2023. Keep reading here for Chapter 3.

Have you read my first novel about Isobel and Eddie? Pleasure Doll: The Enslavement of Isobel is available on All These Roadworks and Smashwords. Read Chapter 1 here!