Pixie Isobella

Category: Summer’s Engagement

  • Summer’s Engagement: 13

    Summer’s Engagement: 13

    They’re going to fuck me on the floor, Summer thought vaguely. She knew this was just another insult. Lords Arendt and Marlowe would gloat secretly to themselves about how they had fucked sweet princess Summer on the floor like an animal. She trembled at the image… Summer is a princess… But she craves wickedness and…

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  • Summer’s Engagement: 12

    Summer’s Engagement: 12

    ‘Let’s have supper while the bitch is working it out,’ Lord Marlowe said roughly. Suddenly, Summer wanted to scream, hating him for mocking her and humiliating her like this. Summer is a princess… But she craves wickedness and depravity. When she agrees to a tryst one night, she doesn’t realise she is being set up…

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  • Summer’s Engagement: 11

    Summer’s Engagement: 11

    ‘Let’s get this in you, shall we, princess?’ Lord Arendt’s voice was silken. ‘This is what you were going to ask Conrad to do, wasn’t it?’ The leather-coated knob on the end of the sword handle was cold from the cold air. It was large and round and Summer whimpered softly to herself as Lord…

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  • Summer’s Engagement: 10

    Summer’s Engagement: 10

    Lord Arendt ran teasing fingers across each of Summer’s nipples, pinching and tugging, and smiling at Summer’s immediate whimpering reaction. Tortured like this, her nipples were so much more sensitive than normal and it felt amazing. She hated that he could get this reaction from her, even as she loved the horny feeling in her…

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  • Summer’s Engagement: 9

    Summer’s Engagement: 9

    ‘Get my belt,’ Lord Arendt ordered the other men. He looked down, meeting Summer’s eyes, and she knew she was looking up him with wide eyes and fear in her face. ‘Stupid whore,’ murmured Lord Marlowe, handing Lord Arendt a thick strap of leather. ‘How many, milord?’ asked Makepeace from his place further across the…

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  • Summer’s Engagement: 8

    Summer’s Engagement: 8

    ‘You’re not a toy, Summer darling,’ Lord Arendt smirked at Summer. ‘That delicious hole between your legs is the toy. And these, of course,’ he reached down and fondled one of her bare breasts. ‘You’re the just baggage that comes with the good fuck we’ll get from your hole,’ Lord Arendt chuckled.

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