Sadde knocks on Isabella's door at 7PM sharp.
She's not going to be done with him for a while.
After all, turn-taking is an important skill...
Yes, ma'am. Her pet would definitely like to take a turn, too, and turns out to be pretty eager to learn if she tells him what to do.
If there is one thing that is definitely happening here it is Isabella being willing to tell Sadde what to do.
Good! That means Sadde will be able to please her exactly like she wants to be pleased.
And if there are two things that are definitely happening here the second one is that Isabella can be very generous with praise in certain moods.
And Sadde doesn't blush but he squirms and makes happy noises and continues doing the thing that prompted praise.
And rewards.
(But not too many rewards, because presumably he is not good for three of them in this shape.)
That is completely fine by him. Completely. Even the part where he's not being rewarded because Isabella.
And while she has not done any particularly exciting shopping, you can get condoms at the same stores that sell pound cake and strawberries and chocolate.
He may have spent some time preparing for this eventuality.
He still remembers the order not to disturb the neighbors, so his outcry is somewhat strangled and cut short, but his whole body tenses and releases, his eyes squeezed shut.
"You may move your arms and legs," she tells him, when she's caught her breath, and then she plops her head on his shoulder and snuggles up.
And then an observation: "Hmmm. You aren't wearing anything."
It takes him a while to try and fail to come up with a plausible non obvious meaning for these words, so he furrows his eyebrows and asks, "Ma'am?"
"I think you might be slightly underdressed." She trails her fingers across his throat. "What do you think, lovely?"