Chapter 30
Isabelle
The rest of the week passes without incident, with our evenings spent at each other's homes, eating dinner together and sleeping in each other's arms. Each night we try something on his list he has said yes to. Seeing his reactions to different stimuli, like edging and bondage, is fascinating. I have plans for this weekend that I haven’t talked to him about, preferring to catch him in the moment.
We have planned a weekend together; I will be staying at his place, avoiding my ever-present neighbour Edith, who has taken to coming out and saying hello to ‘my gentleman caller’ each time he’s been back to mine.
Her constant nosey-ing has become annoying, and her off-the-cuff comments asking if he is my uncle or my dad’s friend are starting to grate on me.
I can tell James is conscious of it too.
Honestly, I know they say, ‘respect your elders’ and ‘love thy neighbour’, but this bitch is
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pushing it, and she knows damn well she is. I’m not beyond putting her back in her toxic little place.
We go to the after-school drinks, and thankfully Daniel is noticeably absent.
The drinks flow, as does the laughter, and the group as a whole seems more relaxed.
To see James laughing and joking with other teachers is a beautiful sight.
He really seems to have no appreciation for how bloody gorgeous he is.
When he turns his attention to me, it’s like everyone disappears, and it's just the two of us. That smile and those eyes do unholy things to me, and I want to drag him back home with me.
A few looks pass between the other teachers. Jen leans over, placing a hand on my leg to get my attention. “Isabelle, I’m going to get the next round. Can you help me?”
We stand and make our way to the bar. Waiting to get served, Jen speaks up, “Rebecca asked me about Daniel today. She said you had raised a complaint against him and mentioned comments he had made to me. I wasn’t aware you’d heard them.
I wanted to say thanks for that. It’s nice to know you’ve got my back.
A few others heard it but just looked away. ” She shrugs sadly at that.
Jen is so lovely, and her girlfriend has joined us this evening for drinks as she works nearby. They are such a sweet couple.
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“Jen, Daniel is a dick, and he deserves what he gets. He can’t get away with that behaviour.”
“Speaking of his behaviour.” She looks at me, grinning. “I see he wasn’t far off the mark about you and James.”
“It’s early days still, so keep quiet!” I nudge her playfully.
“I don’t know who you think you’re fooling, but it’s clear to see the guy has it hard for you!” We look over at him briefly at the table to see him laughing. “I’ve never seen him this happy. The way he looks at you… He worships you like you’re his own personal goddess.”
I laugh and grab the tray of drinks the bartender places in front of us. We make our way back to the table, James' bright smile greeting me as I sit down. If he has it bad for me, the feeling is mutual.
We leave the pub and make our way back to James’ place; his house is only a few streets away. I’ve brought an overnight bag with a few extra surprises tucked inside. James opens the front door and points up the stairs.
“You go get showered and changed. I’ll cook dinner. I’ve stocked up on groceries for the weekend.”
I kiss him and run upstairs, eager to get the toys out for later.
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We eat dinner, a beautiful chicken in creamy sauce with vegetables. He seems so relaxed at home, and his house is beautiful. All muted colours and comfy sofas, but there are no personal touches. No photos, no items around the house that speak of his personality.
We clear the dishes away, and as he stacks the dishwasher with his back turned, I slip my dress and bra off, leaning against his table in nothing but my special surprise for him. Tonight, he gets to try something he’s never had before.
“What do you want—” He turns to me and stops, a look of surprise on his face. “Oh…” His thoughts trail off, and a huge grin spreads across his face. “Well, dessert is sorted.”
“Oh, honey, you have no idea.” I turn slowly and bend over the table, laying my body flat against the cool wood, revealing the sparkling purple gem in the centre of my butt plug.
I love anal, and this is something he’s wanted to try, so I’m excited about it.
I’ve been getting increasingly worked up as our meal went on, anticipating this.
The feel of the metal plug stretching me open, the pressure moving as I shifted in my seat, building up the pleasure along with the thoughts of what I plan to do to him, and I was a soaking wet mess ready to be devoured.
“Oh, holy fuck, Iz. That’s a beautiful sight.”
He strides over to me, his hands landing on my full cheeks and spreading them further apart, the warmth
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from his body heating me further. His fingers grip my ass cheeks tighter as he starts to knead them. He moves to the plug and begins to stroke around the base, causing it to shift inside me. I groan in pleasure as his breathing shudders.
He strokes his hand up my spine as his body curls over mine, his breath now on my neck. The heat from his chest warms my back, and his hard cock brushes against my plug as he grinds into me.
“Please tell me I get to fuck your ass tonight, Isabelle. Please,” he begs, his voice low and breathy. One hand comes around to cup my breast as the other supports him. His hips continue to grind into me, the pleasure becoming too much to take. I need more.
“James, upstairs. Now,” I moan, my own breathing coming faster.
“Anything you say,” he laughs, taking my hand and leading me up the stairs, his cock visibly straining against his trousers.
As we enter his bedroom, he takes my face in his hands and kisses me. A deep, long, passionate kiss that leaves me reeling. My hands run up his chest, feeling his heart pounding beneath my fingertips.
"Tonight, James, it’s all about ass play. For both of us. Let’s see where your boundaries lie. But remember, only
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well-behaved, dirty little slutboys get to fuck my ass, do you understand?"
I stand, looking up into his eyes, now almost black with desire as I trail my finger over his lips. He nods and kisses my fingertip.
"On your knees, like a good little whore," I croon at him, his mouth falling slightly open, as he slowly sinks to his knees, our eyes never leaving each other’s.
My hand trails over his cheek and up into his hair, gripping a handful and pulling his head back hard. He gasps, and a small smile creeps onto his face.
"Now, remember, when your Goddess gives you pleasure, what do you do?" I ask, my teeth gritted, but my voice is still soft.
"Say ‘thank you’… Thank you, Isabelle," he murmurs, his breathing more erratic, his whole demeanour changing.
Oh shit, he’s good at this. He’s loving this. He has no idea how much his own body clearly craves it. His cheeks flush, his eyes take on that soft, slightly unfocused look, his shoulders relax down, and his neck stops resisting. He has submitted.
It’s fucking glorious. This big, strong man, in control all day, has just let go, given himself over to me.
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My heart clenches at the sight. He’s so beautiful, and I’m so lucky to have him trust me this much. I stroke his cheek, unable to contain my smile, my pride in him evident.
"Well done, darling. I’m so proud of you. Let me show you how good it can be."
Then I lean down to plant a gentle kiss on his lips.
"James, I’m going to bend over the bed. I want you to slowly pull my plug out, and I’ll give you some lube. Then I want you to lick my ass and pussy before using your fingers to open me up.”
He kneels there, unspeaking, but nods. I turn and reach for the bottle of lube I'd set out earlier, placing it in his hands. My fingers linger against his for a moment as we lock eyes.
“I want you to play and see how it feels. Does that sound okay to you? I want you to make me come."
A sense of peace washes over me, and I smile, memorising his face. His dishevelled hair, his shirt buttons undone at the top, that faint stubble along his jaw, that look in his eyes. The first time he submits.
I turn back around and lean over the bed, my upper body flush against the sheets and my ass in the air, waiting for him.
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He shuffles closer on his knees, and my stomach flutters in anticipation of his warm touch. His fingertips glide up my calves, tracing delicate vines of heat until his hands reach the backs of my thighs, his thumbs teasing my inner thighs.
Tension swirls inside me, desperate for him to fill me, but I hold back. No bucking wildly like some barroom bronco. The anticipation is always worth the wait. And staying in control? Knowing I’m the one directing every moment means I can let myself relax into it and enjoy every second.
His warm, soft lips follow his hands up the backs of my legs.
His kisses are teasing and gentle. I can feel myself becoming slicker by the minute.
His thumbs reach the plug, and his lips press soft kisses over my ass cheeks, interspersed with gentle bites.
Each one makes me gasp with a coiled desire, desperate to escape.
I grip the bedsheets, knowing what is yet to come.
He gently pulls at my plug as I push slightly to make it easier for him.
I can feel the tight ring of muscle pulsing against the plug, stretching wider as the plug starts to pull out of me.
His breath hot against my thighs, I let out a long, deep moan as the widest part of the plug reaches that tight ring, ready to slide out.
“Fucking hell, Iz. That's just… oh God,” he stammers., “It's fucking mesmerising, watching you stretch like that.”
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“Oh, you'll stretch me wider than that tonight, sweetheart.” My head falls to the bed as the plug finally slips out, leaving me feeling empty and needing to be filled.