Adam

I watch Isabelle squirm in her sleep, most likely from the vibrator I've had running inside her all night. She woke me up several times, moaning through her orgasms, lost in whatever dreams filled her mind. A smile creeps onto my face as I see her hand slip down to her clit.

She must be having a good dream.

I hate that I have to wake her from such a pleasant moment, but I know there's a lot we have to get done today, and I can't allow her to rest anymore. I lean down, brushing my lips against hers as she moans, her fingers teasing herself.

Her eyes flutter open, and she smiles up at me. I grab her wrist, ripping her hand away from her clit, and pin it to the bed. My lips trail from her neck to her breasts as I fasten her collar around her throat. Her breathing deepens at the simple action. "Good morning, my pet. Time to get up."

"We can make it a great morning," she says, her free hand slipping down to stroke my cock.

I grip her wrist tightly, halting her movements, and give her a stern look. "I have a lot of surprises for you today."

"But I want you inside me now," she pouts, her hand still trying to stroke me despite my resistance.

I pin her other hand to the bed and straddle over her so my dick grazes her clit. She moans as I lean in to whisper to her.

I pin her free hand to the bed with the other hand one and straddle her, letting my cock graze her clit. She moans as I lean in close, whispering in her ear.

"If you'd rather skip your lessons, I can punish you all day instead," I growl, squeezing her ass. She winces, still sore from yesterday's punishment. "Is that what you want?"

"No, Mr. Marsters," she whimpers as I stand, removing my cock from her hungry clit.

"Then be a good girl and get out of bed."

She huffs but follows my order. I stifle a laugh as she works hard, moving carefully to avoid disturbing the vibrator still inside her or putting too much pressure on her sore, paddled ass and thighs. I press a kiss to her forehead when she finally stands, leading her to the table across the room. An array of breakfast foods waits for her—I wasn't sure what she preferred, so I figured I'd cover all the bases.

"Is this all for me?" she asks, her eyes as hungry for the food as they were for me moments ago. I nod, motioning for her to sit, but she hesitates.

"What's wrong?" I ask, lowering her into the chair.

"I... have to go."

"Alright, you know where the bathroom is," I say casually, taking a seat beside her.

She fidgets in her chair, her eyes avoiding mine, so I gently cup her chin, guiding her to look at me.

"What's wrong, Isabelle?" I ask, raising an eyebrow in concern.

"The plug... it's still in me, so I can't...go." She blushes from having to explain to me that she has to clear her bowels. I laugh, and her brows furrow. "It's not funny, Adam! Are you gonna take it out already or not?"

"Not."

"What?!" she replies, the panic in her voice mirrored in her eyes.

"You can go number one, but number two will have to wait until after breakfast." I settle into my chair, watching her reaction. "Lesson one: you go when I allow you to go. Understood?"

"But I've needed to go ever since you put that stupid thing in me," she whines, her frustration bubbling over.

"Never call something of your master's 'stupid,'" I say firmly, unfolding a napkin and placing it across her bare lap. "And you didn't say anything about it all night."

"I was too tired to," she mutters. "Please, take it out."

When I don't respond, she fusses and groans, throwing a small tantrum, but quickly realizes it's pointless. After a trip to the bathroom, she shuffles back to the table and gingerly lowers herself into the chair. A wince crosses her face as her sore bottom meets the hard wood again.

"Are you hungry?" I ask, placing a croissant, some meat, cheese, and fruit onto her plate.

"Not really," she says, but her stomach betrays her with a loud growl. Without a word, I grab the remote from the table and crank the vibrator to its highest setting. She jolts, her body flailing as she moans, "Aaaahh!"

"I won't tolerate lying, Isabelle," I tell her. "I can't take care of you properly if you don't tell me the truth."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Marsters," she squeals, her voice breathless as the vibrator brings her closer to the edge.

"As punishment, you'll eat your breakfast with the plug set to its highest setting."

She grumbles and grunts her protest, but eventually picks up her fork, starting to eat between moans. The only sounds at the table are her suppressed yips and groans, each orgasm spilling through her with barely controlled restraint. When I finally turn off the vibrator, she collapses into her chair, spent. I rub her ballooned belly, feeling the fullness of both the food and her urge to release.

I gesture for her to come to me. It takes a moment, but when she's beside me, I pull her over my lap. She mewls softly as the pressure of my thighs presses into her bloated stomach. I soothe her with gentle rubs on her bottom, though the occasional twitch of pain escapes her, she doesn't object to my touch. She simply groans louder.

"Now that you've eaten like a good girl, let's empty you out so you're ready for your next lesson." I tug at the base of the plug, making her moan as the thick bulb begins to slide out, but I release it, and she sucks it back in. "Seems like you're not quite done with it yet. It's pretty stuck."

"What?" She hisses, turning her head back to me sharply.