Isabel and the Wolf: (Part 3) by Ariana Hawkes Page B

things work around here.”
    “Or that Peter would be arrestable!”
    “No! So how was the sex last night?”
    “It was wild. He was punishing me for being with Jed.”
    “That’s so hot,” Kara said dreamily.
    “I know Jed will want to organize a date, but I’m so not ready to see him for a few days after that !”
    I hear you. Sometimes it’s great to have two at a time. Other times, you need a gap between ’em to get the full effect!”
    “Kara!” Isabel shrieked. “You’re terrible!”
    “Look in the mirror girlfriend! You’ve got two incredibly hot dudes lusting after you. Every woman in the world envies you right now!”
    “They wouldn’t if they knew how much weirdness I had to put up with! Anyway, enough of this! So – tonight?”
    “Well, I had a message from Dan. I told him we were thinking of going to Santa Fe tonight. And he said he’s got some friends there, and they’d be happy to show us around. Only if you want, though? I’m also really happy to just have some one-on-one time with my BFF.”
    “No, I think it’s a great idea! I’ve never been there before, so it’d be awesome to get the local experience.”
    “That’s what I figured. I’ll tell Dan yes, then!”
    *
    The afternoon was spent wandering around the shops and art galleries of Silver City. Isabel was both relieved and disappointed that they didn’t bump into Jed, Peter, or Josie. They saw Marianna and Bill though, and had a coffee together. They were excited to meet Kara, and were soon chatting like they’d known each other for years.
    “Did you girls make it to the dance last night?” Marianna asked.
    “We sure did!” Kara replied, grinning widely. Isabel scowled at her, wishing she wouldn’t be so obvious.
    “I heard there was a bit of a commotion at the end?” Marianna said.
    “There was?” Kara’s eyes opened wide. “We must’ve left before then.” Isabel thought she saw a knowing glance pass between the couple, before deciding that she was being paranoid.
    *
    Santa Fe was beautiful adobe buildings, ironic Wild West saloons, one margarita after another, and constant hilarity. Dan’s friends were an energetic bunch, and they took the girls on a thorough tour of the bar scene, not stopping until they begged to go home.
    When they got back to their hotel rooms at the end of the night, Isabel lay on her bed, watching the room spinning, before unconsciousness took over. She woke up some hours later, still in darkness, to the sound of Kara and Dan fucking next door. The bed springs were squeaking, the headboard was banging rhythmically against the wall, and Kara was making plenty of noise, as usual. Isabel pulled her pillow over her head and tried to get back to sleep. But it was no use. In addition to those noises, there was now a rhythmic slapping sound, signifying that they were doing it doggy style. Against her will, Isabel started to feel aroused. No! This is wrong! Please stop it! she said to herself. I’m not thinking about Kara and Dan – ew! As if! It’s just the memory of last night. And, at that, an image from last night burst into her mind in HD – of herself on her hands and knees, The Wolf sliding his cock in and out of her mouth – and her clit jumped. She slid her hand down into her panties. She was already wet. No point wasting it, I guess. She went back to the beginning of her own private movie, running last night’s events from the point The Wolf had pulled her panties down. The memory of him spanking her turned her on like crazy. She reached out and flicked the light on. There was a closet mirror at the bottom of the bed. She turned her back to it and pulled her panties down to her knees, and looked at her ass. It was covered in purple bruises. Mostly undefined patches, but some of them were clearly handprints. She shuddered. The sight of them was deeply arousing. She bent forward, into a hands and knees position, wanting to see exactly what Peter saw when he ordered her to pose on