Chapter 25
Serena
I didn’t realize how much I needed this girl date until now, listening to Jules dish on her latest hook up.
Jules has always been someone I looked up to. Not because she hooks up with a lot of men, but because of the confidence she carries herself with.
I always envied her and how she doesn’t have a care in the world. She never lets anyone dull her sparkle, and she shines brighter than most women our age. One of the first things I learned from Jules was how to stand up for myself.
When we first met as awkward preteens in middle school, I was the shy chubby girl, my nose always in a book and keeping to myself. Oftentimes, I found myself choosing to spend my free time in the library in solitude. It was safe, and nobody bothered me there.
Everyone else chose to hang out in the gymnasium or outside on the track and field.
On the rare occasion that I ventured out with the rest of the class, I always found myself getting bullied and picked on.
There was one incident that involved a group of girls cornering me in the bathroom, forcing me into a stall and dumping my books into the toilet that still haunts me to this day.
It was that same incident that Jules walked in on. You know that one popular girl that seems to rule the class, and everyone loves? That was Jules.
So, when she freaked out on them and ordered them to retrieve my books and leave the bathroom, they left.
Threatening each and every one of them as they walked out the door, that if they messed with me again, she would ruin their reputations so badly, that they would enter high schools a pariah.
We have been best friends ever since.
Even when I moved away to try and escape my life here in Seattle, she still FaceTimed me every day. When her dad got sick with cancer, I moved back to be here for her. It was the least I could do after all she had done for me.
No matter the cost.
I’m still a work in progress, but I am getting there. And now with Isaac pushing me to speak up as well, I’ll be a force to be reckoned with before I know it.
Eventually. Jules won’t hesitate to tell you to fuck off. Myself, on the other hand, will apologize while cleaning up the mess that I made.
She sits across from me in the booth talking excitedly with Keirsten, who is quietly sipping on her coffee. A stray crumb from the banana nut muffin in Jules’ hand lands on her shirt and she brushes it away.
Honestly, I am surprised that she agreed to come out with us again at all. I thought for sure we scared her away with the whole drugging incident. Which is a shame, because I thought she was having a great time before that. It was nice seeing her so relaxed after she was so stressed earlier.
From what it sounds like, she almost didn’t want to come.
Jules and I were first to get here, so while we waited, she filled me in on what has happened between that night and now. Apparently since the night at the club, she had been avoiding Jules at work and acting cagey.
Jules being Jules, she confronted Keirsten about it. More like cornered her in the supply closet and forced her to talk.
She told Jules that it was too intense for her that night, and that she was scared I would be mad at her for not being more helpful with Isaac. And that I would blame her for what happened.
Which is stupid.
Obviously, it wasn’t her fault. How was she supposed to know that my drink was drugged?
Thankfully, Jules convinced her that I wouldn’t be upset with her, and she decided to give us another chance. I'm glad, because I really think it will be good for her to have some friends to hang out with. She always seems so lonely.
Not to mention the controlling boyfriend issue.
We are going to have to work on getting her out of that situation as soon as we can. Usually, I don’t make a habit of butting my nose into someone else’s business. But the vibes I got from overhearing her phone call with her boyfriend, and then finding her a complete mess later, are not good.
Frankly, I’m feeling like it’s another Tyler situation, and Keirsten might not be as lucky. I shudder thinking about it.
When she started at the clinic, she was so quiet. I think she barely said ten words on her first day. But she was a great medical assistant, so Justine kept her around. She may not say much, but she is damn good at her job.
The only thing that gets under my skin about her, is how much work she has been missing lately. One day, I overheard Bethany ask her to hang out after work, and the following shift, Keirsten came in quieter than usual. Which is saying something, considering she barely spoke to begin with.
Then she started missing shifts.
It started as just a day here and there. Then a few days at a time. Then weeks. Honestly, I’m shocked she still has a job with how strict Justine is.
Whatever.
Not my cow, not my pasture.
Jules is in the middle of telling us how she met this new guy, but I can’t focus. Because all I can think about is Isaac.
The last three days with Jules have been amazing. It was like high school sleepovers all over again. She waves goodbye from her car, and I blow her a kiss before she drives away.
Isaac has been in his office most of the time. The only time I saw him at all, was to get a package that was delivered yesterday, and to come to bed to sleep.
Although we haven’t been doing much sleeping.
Having to be quiet while Isaac was fucking me was harder than I thought. I was terrified that she would hear us, but somehow that made it more exciting.
I’m starting to think I have a slight voyeurism kink.
Shutting the front door, Isaac appears behind me, grabbing my waist and lifting me over his shoulder. “Put me down!”
Isaac slaps my ass and I giggle, kicking my feet to try and get down.
“What are you doing?” Propping my elbow on his back, I rest my chin in my hand, and blow pieces of hair from my face in an attempt to see where we are going.
“I have a surprise for you.” Amusement dances in his voice as his footsteps echo on the stairs. We’re going to the bedroom.
My heart races with anticipation. If we were able to get away with him tying me up and fucking my mouth while Jules was here, I can only imagine what he has in store now that she is gone.
“Is it a good surprise or a bad surprise?”
“Depends on your definition of good , Mi Vida.” My mind races with the possibilities. I hope he ties me up again. I like it when he ties me up and I am completely vulnerable, lying there at his disposal.
My mouth waters, because I know he’s going to want his dick sucked. He loves having me on my knees, needy and desperate for him. And I’m getting surprisingly good at it.
We get to the bedroom, and Isaac tosses me onto the bed. Arranged on top of the bedside table, are some new items I’ve never seen before.
I swallow.
One of them definitely looks like an ass toy.
I’ve never done anal before, and the thought of his cock in my ass makes me sweat. It’s so big and my pussy is just now getting used to the size of it. My ass… oh boy.
Yet… I am curious about how it feels. Jules said it’s amazing. I can’t imagine it feeling that good. I mean, have you ever had a really hard shit that hurt coming out?
It’s not fun.
So logically, something going in can’t feel good either. Right?
Isaac walks around the bed and grabs a pair of handcuffs and rope from the collection. I squeeze my thighs together, my breath hitching. He’s never used those before. It’s always been his belt.
He knows I like the belt.
“Take your shirt and bra off Serena.” His voice is low and commanding. Without a second thought, I obey, throwing my top and bra on the floor. The mattress dips with his weight as he kneels behind me. “Put your arms behind your back.”
I do as he says and I feel the bite of the cold metal as he clicks the handcuffs in place around my good hand. He then takes the rope and ties it around my cast and loops it through the cuffs. My arms are painfully secured behind my back, and I couldn’t love it more.
He leans over and grabs my chin between his fingers and thumb, lifting my head. “Good girl.” His mouth invades mine, leaving me breathless when he pulls away.
Isaac gets up and stands in front of me at the end of the bed. Before I know what’s happening, my head hits the mattress when he grabs my feet, pulling me down. He takes my pants off in one smooth motion and tosses them on the floor next to my shirt.
My position has me braced awkwardly on top of my arms, the metal of the handcuffs biting into my wrist every time I shift.
The hard edge of the cast presses painfully into my back, making it impossible to get comfortable.
I want to adjust, to relieve even a fraction of the discomfort, but I can hardly move.
Isaac spreads my legs and kneels between them. The walls of my pussy clench at the sight, soaking my panties. He kisses up my inner thigh from my knee, stopping at my hip. I squirm underneath him, wanting more.
Needing more.
He chuckles and I feel his warm breath on my skin. “My girl is so needy.”
I whimper and buck my hips toward him. “Mmmm.” He hums. “You’re not very patient are you, Mi Vida? If you don’t behave, I’ll have to punish you.” Isaac’s version of punishment means that I will be sore the next day, and my breathing becomes erratic.
“You like to be punished, don’t you baby?”
“Yes.” My words are barely a whisper.
I feel him grin against my skin. He takes the fabric of my thong between his teeth and slowly drags it down my legs. I’m left lying there on the bed in front of him. Naked and exposed.
Just how he likes it.
My stomach twists with unease. I’m not used to always being so fully on display for a man. I’ve never even walked around the house without clothes on.
But Isaac prefers me this way. If he had it his way, I wouldn’t wear any clothes at all while we were home.