19. Isabella
Myfeet felt cool as I slipped off my shoes and walked over the smooth hardwood floor to the stage. My heart was pounding in my chest, but the warmth spreading deep in my belly urged me forward.
Ifelt safe with Max. No matter what we were doing, he seemed to always have my safety and happiness in mind. I’d seen it that night when he helped me relax by taking charge, and I’d recognized it countless times since then. Like when he brought my slippers to the club or how he always made sure I had water and something to eat.
Icould get in my head. I could get laser-focused on everything else, so much so that I wasn’t my own priority. It was nice having someone look out for me like that. And when we played like this, it could feel like I was losing myself completely. It helped shut off the noise of my overthinking. Of the little voice in my head that reminded me of everything I hadn’t quite figured out yet.
Iglanced back over at Max, who was now walking around from the back of the bar, as I took the three steps leading up to the top of the stage. I waited for further instructions.
“Take off your dress,” Max said. He was at the stage now, ascending the steps. He slowly unbuttoned his cuffs and methodically rolled up his sleeves, making sure the fabric folded evenly at the edges. My eyes flickered at the way his forearm flexed as he moved. “Now.” His voice reminded me of my directions.
Myeyes flicked back up to his face at his demand. His voice was firm, but his eyes were soft. I took a deep breath and unzipped my dress at the back. I let the fabric fall from my shoulders. I slid my hands over my hips to push the rest of the dress down and let it fall to the floor.
Maxfroze as I stood before him. My skin seemed to glow in the dim light of the lounge. The black lace of my matching bra and panties was dark against my skin. He took a step closer and walked in a slow circle around me, eyes scanning over my body.
“You’re so beautiful, Isabella,” he said. “I don’t think you know what you do to me.”
Ispun around, his comments giving me a boost of confidence, and shimmied my hips.
Heresponded with a low chuckle. “I’m going to help you get in the silk straps. You’re going to lay back in them, and I’m going to taste you.”
Isucked in a breath at his promise.
“And then,” he continued, “I’m going to slide my fingers inside you, and you’re going to come on my face.” He stopped circling me. With his eyes locked on mine, he asked, “Do you think you can do that for me, Isabella?”
“Yes.” My voice betrayed my lust, but I didn’t care.
Itook a deep breath, hooked my fingers into the band of my lace thong, and slid them down. I stepped one foot out and then the other, never taking my eyes off Max.
Hestared at me for a while, his gaze lingering in between my thighs before saying, “I’m going to help you in the straps now.”
Maxtook my hand and guided me over to one of the hanging aerial setups. It was part loose fabric, part constructed swing. I imagined there were countless ways to use this thing.
Maxwent behind the swing and held it steady as I turned and lowered myself down into the seat. My body was held at an angle but upright by two large pieces of black silk fabric. Another piece of fabric held my lower back and my thighs suspended in the air.
Maxchecked a couple of the straps and looped a few around my waist and thighs to secure me tightly. I hung high off the ground from a beam constructed over the stage. I couldn’t get out of this device without his help. I was totally at his mercy. AndI loved it.
Maxturned to admire his handiwork. Even if I’d wanted to, there was no way for me to bring my legs together. Instead, I laid back, fully exposed for Max. He trailed his fingers over my knees and down my shins, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He licked his lips as he took me in.
“I’ve been dreaming about what you taste like ever since I got a tease of you at the club,” he said as his eyes scanned my body. “AndI want more.”
Hishands gripped the insides of my thighs tightly, and I let out a breath. “Are you already wet for me, Isabella?”
“Yes,” I replied. There was no denying it. I had felt it begin to pool in between my legs as soon as Max started talking about the private rooms.
“Always so eager for me,” he said.
Maxsmiled down at me. He hiked up the fabric of his slacks and dropped down to his knees in front of me, and the sight alone almost made me come undone.
“Do you like seeing me on my knees for you?” he asked. “Do you like knowing I’d do anything to help you relax? That all I can think about is watching you squirm from underneath me?”
Maxdidn’t give me a chance to respond as he ran his tongue up my middle. I threw my head back, fuck this felt so good. He hardened the tip of his tongue and used it to flick my swollen clit. His hands gripped my thighs as he dove back in for more.
Imoaned as he sucked on my clit and slipped his tongue inside me. I couldn’t help it when I pressed into his face. I needed more. Max used his hands to part my middle as he continued to devour me. I wanted to feel him, to touch him, but my hands were wrapped up in the fabric, and I couldn’t reach him.
Itwas driving me crazy.
Ifelt the orgasm building in my belly, but I wasn’t there yet. I needed pressure.
“Please,” I said the word without realizing it. Max looked up at me from between my thighs. His face glistened with my arousal. His eyes were dark from lust.
“IfI put my fingers in you, I expect you to come for me. Are you going to do that?” Max asked.
“Yes, yes, I will,” I responded.
“Good girl,” he said.
Myback arched, and a loud, low moan escaped my throat as Max slid a finger deep inside me. God, I was so wet. His finger slipped in easily, but I needed more. He must have understood my silent request because I stiffened slightly as Max added another finger.
Withhis tongue back on my clit and two fingers pumping in and out of me, I wouldn’t last long. I felt myself dripping down my thighs, no doubt making a mess. AllI wanted to do was touch him. To hold on to him. ButI was given an order, and I would follow it.
Iground myself into his hand and face as the feeling in my belly built up. I was close. Sweat clung to my forehead and slid down my back. My chest was flushed and hot. Max turned his hand, adding a third finger, and cupped my wet pussy as he fingered me. This was it.
“Oh, god, Max.” I couldn’t even think straight.
Mytoes were tingling, and my thighs were tightening up. I flexed around his fingers, and I let out a loud moan as I exploded. I chased the waves of my orgasm as Max lazily slid his fingers in and out, his mouth on my clit. Everything was so sensitive. So warm.
Isquirmed as he removed his fingers but then slid his tongue down my middle, lapping me up. He hummed his approval in my core, and the vibrations rattled the shockwaves of my orgasm.
“You taste so good, Isabella, exactly how I’ve been dreaming.” Max sighed into me as he placed light kisses on my inner thighs. He stood and walked around me to gently release my arms and thighs from the straps, then slid his arm around my waist to help me stand. I was wobbly on my feet, but Max leaned me against his shoulder.
Hehad picked my panties up off the floor and held me upright as he slid them back on me. Max picked up my dress next and brought it up my thighs, around my hips, and up over my shoulders. The sound of the zipper being pulled up was all I could hear.
“I guess I get to keep these?” I said as the fabric of my panties settled back on my waist.
Maxsmirked at me in a way that said he might just change his mind about that. He brought his hand to the side of my face, swiping gently at my cheek. “How do you feel?”
Ismiled up at him, still in a daze from my orgasm. “Like it’s going to be hard to concentrate on work when I know how fun this stage can be,” I said, deciding to answer him honestly.
Hesmiled. “Yeah, fair warning, I plan to make every room in this club hard for you to concentrate in.”
Myeyes widened at his promise. “Oh?”
“We still have a couple of hours before the crowd starts coming into the PrismSociety. I’m going to take you home so you can rest before our shift, okay?” Max guided me down the steps and helped me slip my shoes on.
“I think a nap and some snacks will do you good,” he said as we made our way through the bookshelf entrance and into the tavern. I nodded in agreement, the bliss of my orgasm threatening to take me under as I walked.
Therewere a few construction guys mingling around, wrapping up a few details. It was crazy to me how stepping through that bookcase was like walking into an entirely different world.
Itfelt like Vegas back there. Without any windows, you lost your sense of time, and I was surprised to see the sun was still out, almost ready to set, once we walked through the door of the tavern.
Maxushered me to his car and started the drive back to my parents’ house. He rested his hand on my thigh as he wove through traffic, and it felt like, just maybe, it was always supposed to be there. Things with Max had never felt awkward or uncomfortable. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep what was going on between us hidden from everyone else. Heck, I wasn’t even sure what was going on between us.
AllI knew was that when Max took control, I felt at ease. When he gave me directions, I wanted to listen. I would have never guessed this would be my thing, but with Max, it felt safe. It felt good. WhenMax spoke his desires to me, they somehow helped my overthinking brain shut off. Every insecurity and over-analyzation seemed to evaporate out of my mind when I allowed myself to trust him.
“Can you walk up the stairs, or do you need help?” Max asked as we pulled up to the house.
Ihad the front steps and two flights of stairs to tackle. As much as I wanted his help up the stairs, I would have some explaining to do if my parents saw him. Plus, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to send Max away once he was in the room with me.
I’mnot going to lie, Ilove when his focus is solely on me. His touch, his gaze . . . all trained on me. But when he also lets himself unravel and shut out everything else? It’s intoxicating.
“No, I’ve got it,” I said. Max looked doubtful. “I promise,” I added. “I’ll see you in a couple of hours. Um,” I hesitated, “thank you. For this afternoon.”
Max’seyes had a twinkle to them when he smiled. “You’re welcome. I like taking care of you.”
Ismiled, opened the car door, and began the trek upstairs.