Isabella calls for a meeting

Isabella nodded, turning and making for the door. "Very well, you may come."

"Thank you Mistress," Valdés said, and the relief in his voice was palpable. "May I remove your panties?"

"No, I want you to cum in them, then you will wear them until Romero talks. I want you to remember who owns you, and who your cock belongs to."

She left him standing there, naked, his cock strained against her panties, and he began masturbating, **** for release.

Isabella's clothes were in disarray, and she adjusted her dress and hair, making sure no evidence of their activities remained. She walked past the palace guards with a confident stride, nodding at them as she passed. They saluted her sharply, the click of their heels echoing in the hallway. She smiled to herself, knowing they had no idea what had just occurred, or the power she held over the man they feared. She could still feel the wetness between her legs, and the musk of sex lingered on her skin.

She savored that feeling, the heady mix of pleasure and power, as she made her way back to her office.

The next day, she called for an impromptu meeting of the Cabinet to discuss matters of the state, finding herself once again at the head of the oval table. The room felt starkly empty, with Romero and Valdés both absent, the latter hard at work trying to make the former talk. Isabella shuddered to think what twisted ****, what foul horrors the masochist would inflict on his victim, though she gained no small sense of satisfaction at his suffering.

Isabella looked to her left, seeing...

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