Isabella pulls the business card out of her purse and takes a look at it. It says his name is Damion, and she can't help but think of the club, the blonde, and the next morning in the shower. Just the thought makes her wet as she sits in her kitchen deciding whether to call him or not. He did say anytime, after all. She picks up her cell phone, punches in the number on the card, and waits a minute before hitting call. She takes a deep breath and fights through the nerves. She finally hits the call button and gets a generic voicemail. She takes another deep breath.

“Hi, this is Isabella. We, uh, met the other night. Love to hear from you, give me a call.”

She hangs up the phone and lets out a sigh she was holding in, and stares at her phone like it's going to bite her. She sits in the kitchen and wonders what he may be up to. Her phone rings, and she jumps. It's a number she doesn't recognize.

“Hello,” she says as she picks up.

“Now Isabella is such a charming name. I am glad you decided to call me,” Damion says.

“To be honest, I am too. I enjoyed our time together,” Isabella says shyly.

“I'm hoping for more of your time. Tonight. And that's not a suggestion, my princess. That is a demand," Damion says sternly.

“Yes, sir, I can do that,” she says, a little intimidated.

“Meet me at the club for eight o'clock. I have plans for you,” he says and hangs up.

Isabella puts the phone on the counter and just about has a small panic attack. She breathes through it and gets up and walks to her bedroom. She starts to look through her closet for something to wear. It was only five o'clock, so she had plenty of time to get ready.

She walks into her small bathroom and slowly gets undressed as she thinks about Damion in the shower, him playing with her breasts and forcing her up against the shower wall. She grows weak and a little moist from it all. She shakes her head and turns on the shower to get it warmed up. She reaches in and checks the temperature to make sure it's perfect.

Isabella steps into the stream of water and enjoys it for a minute before grabbing the shampoo. She starts to wash her long auburn hair; she takes her time and massages her scalp. She goes back to daydreaming about Damion, filling her ass, and how good it felt. She rinses her hair, grabs the body wash, and takes the washcloth and gets it soapy. She starts at her shoulders and neck, imagining his kisses and his hands on her.

She moves to her breasts and rubs small circles around her nipples, making them nice and hard. She squeezes them and thinks of him once again. She takes her time moving down her body, getting every inch of skin.

Isabella moves to her thighs and moves between them, rubbing gently on her clit. She moans and continues till she can't take it anymore, then she stops. She moves on lower to her calves and feet, making sure she gets between every toe. Isabella washes the soap off and then the conditioner out of her hair. She shuts the water off, steps out of the shower, and grabs a towel. She dries off and puts on a black silk robe.

Isabella walks back into the bedroom and checks the time. The clock said six. She walks up to her closet and picks a black halter-top dress with a plunging neckline. She then picks out a pair of black heels to go with the dress. She puts the outfit on the bed and wonders if it's too slutty or just right. Isabella shrugs her shoulders and walks over to her vanity to do her hair and makeup. She does her makeup in a smoky eye look and curls her hair. She looks at the clock again, seven o'clock. She picks out a black lace thong and puts on the dress. Her nerves are starting to play with her a little as she gets dressed.

Isabella takes one last look in the full-length mirror and likes what she sees. She grabs her keys and heads out the door, hoping to get there a little earlier. She gets in her car and starts it up, putting on her favorite playlist to hype herself up.

She gets to the club half an hour early. She finds a seat at the bar and orders a drink. The bartender brings Isabella her drink, and she starts to look around, seeing if she can spot Damion, but she doesn't recognize anyone. She turns around and takes a few sips of her drink. She feels hands touch her shoulders gently.

“Isabella?” he asks.

She finishes her drink and turns around and sees a very good-looking, muscular man.

“Yes,” she says, a little nervous.

“Damion would like you upstairs now. Please follow me. I'm Troy, by the way," Troy says to her.

Isabella follows him through the club and up the stairs to Damion's apartment. She walks through the door to see Damion sitting at the kitchen counter.

“There's my princess,” Damion says as she watches him look her over with approval. “Troy, I would like for you to stay. I want to play a little.” He gets up off the chair and walks to the bedroom. “Follow me, princess, and do as I say.”

Isabella follows him and is once again in his room with the black fuzzy blanket. She blushes a little. She stands in the middle of the room with both men looking at her. Her nerves are on edge.

“I want you to undress slowly, princess; take your time for Troy and me,” Damion says in a calm, direct voice.

Isabella starts to slowly take the dress off, showing off her breasts first and dropping it to the ground, leaving her in a thong and heels. She pulls off the thong and steps out of her heels and stands there naked.

“Now do a little spin for us,” Damion says

Isabella does a little spin, making sure they get a good look. She can't help but start to get wet by the way they are looking at her.

“Now get up on the bed, on all fours, and arch your back. Show me what a good girl you can be.” Damion tells her. Isabella gets on the bed and gets into position. Damion walks over and runs his fingertips down her back all the way to her dripping pussy. He slides one finger in and looks extremely pleased.

“I want you to kneel up. Show us those perfect breasts,” Damion demands.

She kneels up and thrusts her breast out for them to see.

“Come here, Troy. I want you to feel how perfect these are," Damion calls out to Troy.

Troy walks over with a clear hard-on. He gently grabs them at first and starts to squeeze her nipples a little on the hard side.

“Go ahead and taste them,” Damion says.

Troy reaches down and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it and gently nibbling. He swirls his tongue around her nipple and takes his hand and squeezes her breast again as he moves onto her other nipple as Damion reaches down and plays with Isabella's clit.

Isabella can't help but moan at the contact between the two. She loves the feel of Troy's mouth on her breast. She moans and tries to hold still as Damion rubs gently around her clit. Working her up that much more.

Troy backs up and starts to take his clothes off. Isabella looks over at Damion, and he's still dressed.

“Don't you worry, princess; you'll have fun,” Damion tells Isabella. He gently pushes Isabella back on all fours, and he starts to rub her ass. He then slaps it nice and hard, enough to make her moan and jump. He goes back to rubbing gently and then smacking her round ass again. She moans but doesn't jump.

“That ass looks cute with handprints on it,” Damion says.

He reaches his hand further down, circling her opening and playing with her lips.

Troy walks back over and takes over Damion's place. Damion stands back, just watching Troy play with Isabella's pussy. Damion walks over to the dresser and grabs a tie and blindfolds Isabella.

“I want you to enjoy this, to really feel it. Is that okay with you, my princess?” Damion asks.

“Yes, sir,” she moans as she feels fingers circling her pussy entrance. She feels a whole finger enter her, and she squirms a little.

“Lord, she's wet.:” Troy says as he starts to finger Isabella. He adds a second finger in, enjoying the feeling of her pussy grasping his fingers. She's just about dripping wet. Troy gets on the bed and looks at Damion, and Damion shakes his head yes and then walks in front of the bed and rubs softly on top of her back as Troy gets down and starts to eat Isabella from behind. Damion grabs onto her breasts and squeezes as she starts to squirm.

“Does it feel good, Isabella?” Damion asks.

“Yes, sir, oh my, yes, sir," Isabella moans.

Damion starts to get undressed as Troy sticks his tongue in her pussy, swirling it all around. He pulls back out and starts to play with her ass. He gently takes his finger and inserts it into her ass. Isabella jumps a little and lets out a breathless sigh as his finger sinks all the way in. He then pulls it out nice and slow, letting out his own little moan. Troy bends down and starts to eat her ass out, sticking his tongue in her tight ass.

“Are all holes available to me, sir?” Troy asks Damion.

Damion smirks and nods his head, hoping to keep Isabella in the dark. Damion stands in front of Isabella with his hard cock in his hand.

“Open your mouth, princess,” Damion tells Isabella. She does as she is told, and he sticks his dick in her mouth.

Isabella starts to suck on his hard dick and lick on the tip. She squirms as Troy continues to eat her ass and pussy. She feels herself about to cum and lets out a deep moan as she cums all over his tongue. She keeps sucking the dick in her mouth, and suddenly she feels him shudder, and a thick load of cum enters her mouth. She swallows just as she feels a hard cock fill her pussy. She lets out a moan and shudders.

Troy watches his cock enter and out of her tight pussy, taking his time with nice slow thrust. Suddenly, Troy grabs her hips and slams into her. Isabella lets out a shriek as he continues to fuck her hard.

Damion stands there watching it all while he strokes his dick. He loves watching her get fucked.

“Fuck her ass," Damion demands.

Troy pulls out of her pussy and slowly works his large cock into her ass and starts thrusting slowly, letting her get used to it.

Isabella can't help but moan and shriek as he pushes his way into her ass, but it felt so good. Her body tenses up, and she feels herself about to cum again.

“Please cum in my ass,” Isabella begs.

Troy picks up speed and brings himself to the brink and then stops. He lets his dick sit in her ass for a minute as he calms down. He starts to move again, this time in a demanding way. He grabs her hips hard enough to leave bruises and slams into her perfect ass.

“Oh, please let me cum, sir?” Troy asks Damion.

“Yes, you may, my pet,” Damion says.

Troy keeps thrusting into her until he feels her body release. They both moan together as they both reach a climax. Isabella's pussy is dripping wet, and now so is her ass.

Isabella falls flat on her stomach and takes a minute to catch her breath. Being blindfolded, she still can't see anything, but she feels hands on her ass followed by a hard slap. She moans and lifts her ass. Damion smacks her ass again and takes off the blindfold. To her surprise, he was already fully dressed, and Troy was working on it. She continues to lie there, trying to put the pieces together.

“Did you enjoy yourself, my princess?” Damion asks.

“That's an understatement, Damion,” she says.

“No. You will call me Master from now on. I'm going to keep you, my princess, and make you mine.” Damion says as he walks over to the dresser and grabs a collar made of silver. He gently put it around her neck.

“Remember, you are mine. Now go home, clean up, and relax. I will be in contact. Troy will walk you to your car,” he says.

Isabella gets up and gets dressed, feeling very special. She had her very own collar and Master. She walks out of the club feeling like a million bucks.