Chapter 25
James
The last of the instruments and sheet music are packed away, the students' loud chatter now missing as the school lies empty. I linger in the music room, my head still spinning from Isabelle’s actions in the meeting this morning.
What was her problem? Daniel had been a dick, talking to her like that, his gaze devouring her like she was an all-you-can-eat buffet.
I’ve never wanted to punch anyone so much.
But the worst part was the way Isabelle brushed me off, putting cold, deliberate distance between us. She even avoided me at lunch.
All Sunday, I’d pored over the list of limits she gave me. I’d hoped to talk to her today, but she’s been just out of reach. Maybe it’s for the best, after the brush off she gave me. I’d have felt like an idiot letting her know my thoughts if she’s already lost interest.
Just as I turn to leave, my heart slams to a halt.
Yes, Miss
Isabelle leans against the doorway, her hair loose and tumbling over her shoulders, not pulled back in a ponytail like this morning.
Her shirt’s unbuttoned just enough to reveal her killer cleavage, and Christ, she’s breathtaking.
My mouth goes dry picturing her naked, the sound of her moans echoing in my mind from Saturday night, and my cock already stirs in response.
“Sit down, James,” she says, her voice slicing through the quiet.
Obedient, I sink onto the piano stool. She moves toward me with slow, deliberate steps until she’s at my side, her eyes dark and unreadable in the dim afternoon light.
“I thought you weren’t talking to me,” I murmur, my voice thick with want, barely above a whisper.
“I didn’t appreciate your possessiveness this morning. I’m not an item to own. Understood?” She fixes me with a pointed stare, and I shrink inside, shame at my behaviour gnawing away at me.
“I’m sorry. It won’t happen again,” I mumble sheepishly.
“Have you done your homework?” she croons, her fingertips tracing over my hair. I can’t help but tilt into her touch, craving more.
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“I did. There were a few things I wasn’t sure about.
” My words trail off as her list flickers through my mind.
I'm up for most things; bondage, breath play, impact play. Easy. But anal play? I’d give it to her gladly, but receiving it…
that’s where I hesitate. That’s another set of hang-ups to deal with—would she judge me if I said I wanted to try it for myself?
“We’ll go through them together,” she whispers, her lips brushing my ear, sending shivers down my spine. Her mouth is soft against my neck as she nips my earlobe, just sharp enough to make my cock twitch. “What are your hard limits, James? What’s an absolute no for you?”
Now she’s behind me, her hands sliding down my chest, fingertips teasing my nipples until they’re stiff beneath her touch. Every graze sends sparks racing across my skin.
“N-no knives,” I stammer. “No blood play, I think—” But my thoughts are dissolving. Right now, she could ask anything of me, and I’d thank her for every second.
She circles back to face me, then straddles my lap on the stool, her arms draping over my shoulders.
Her skirt rides up, and she leans back slowly, her elbows resting on the piano lid.
Her thighs open, revealing the lace of her panties and the damp, pink heat between her thighs.
My hands settle on her knees, thumbs stroking the delicate skin there.
Yes, Miss
“Do you want to touch me, James?” she teases, rocking against my rock-hard cock, which strains painfully against my pants.
My eyes dart around the windows of the classroom, praying no one is around to catch us. If someone walked in right now, we’d be in serious shit.
My hands slide higher up her thighs, and she lets out a soft, approving moan. But then she leans forward, plucking a piece of folded paper from her bra.
The list.
She unfolds it with deliberate slowness.
“I think we should go through these, James, so we understand what we’re doing with each other,” she purrs, settling back again, her eyes heavy-lidded as she watches my hands roam.
How the hell does she expect me to concentrate on this?
I take one last look around, and the schoolyard lies empty; no voices can be heard in the corridors and excitement builds. We shouldn’t do this here, but the thought of taking Isabelle on this piano is too much to resist.
I’m all in. Fuck it.
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“You’ll say ‘yes’, ‘no’, or ‘maybe’ to each one,” she instructs. “Only when you answer do you get to touch more of me. And if you don’t understand something, ask.”
Swallowing hard, I nod, my fingers eager to inch higher.
“Kissing,” she begins.
“Yes,” I answer instantly, my hands gliding a touch further up her thighs, tracing circles over her soft creamy skin.
“Masturbation.” She smirks. “Pretty sure we’ve crossed that bridge already.”
“Yes,” I growl, remembering the lust in her gaze when I stroked myself for her. My fingers creep halfway up her thighs, her skin pebbling under my touch.
“Oral. With or without ejaculation.” Her tongue flicks over her lower lip. “That’s a yes from me. And I think that goes for you too, no?”
"It does." My fingers trail to the tops of her thighs.
"Deep throating and face fucking," she says.
"Yes from me, on the condition I’m not restrained at the time.
" Her voice is a little more serious, her eyes downcast. What was that look for?
Her eyes snap back up to mine, and the look that once clouded her eyes has gone without a trace, making me think maybe I had imagined it.
Yes, Miss
"I’m more than happy to receive, but I’ll never make you do anything you don’t want," I say, my voice sombre. Her reaction was only slight, but it was enough to tell me something may have happened in the past to make her react that way. The last thing I want to do is hurt her in any way.
But picturing her choking on my dick is going to be a popular bedtime thought.
My hands reach the tops of her inner thighs, fingertips brushing against the lace of her panties.
"Vaginal sex? Absolutely from me." She smiles, her breath catching as my fingertips continue to brush against her pussy through the damp lace.
"One hundred percent from me," I grin, deciding to move my hands toward her ass cheeks and keep her guessing. She raises an eyebrow at the movement but carries on.
"Anal? It’s a yes from me. A personal favourite, I must admit," she smirks, a cheeky glint playing in her eyes.
Oh God, I’ve always wanted to do that, but Laura never even entertained it. "To give it? I’d love to try. To receive… I… I honestly don’t know." I shrug, moving my hands around to the sides of her hips, massaging the soft flesh beneath my fingers. Her skirt is now completely up, around her waist.
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"Hmm, interesting. I can work with that. Toys?" Her hips resume rocking, my hands pulling her to me, grinding her down onto me. Her eyes glaze over for a few seconds before she shakes her head and gives me a warning look.
"Happy to try," I say, my hands coming around to the front of her hips, my thumbs resting over her pubic bone, just tipping the top of her slit.
"Edging or orgasm denial? Absolute no from me as a recipient, but I may use it as a form of discipline if you’re happy with that."
"Edging, yes. Orgasm denial? Iz, that’s just too cruel! But I’ll go with what you think." My thumbs now circle her clit, applying firm pressure through her panties.
Her breaths start to come faster and shorter, biting her bottom lip, her eyes closing, her head falling back. I’m transfixed watching her as she takes in her pleasure. After a further minute or so, she shifts position and sits further up, her breasts now inches from my face.
“Body worshipping?...Various body parts... any particular favourites?” She gasps in a shallow breath before continuing. “It's not my thing to do, but I love to be on the receiving end.” She lets out a breathy laugh.
“I. Would. Worship. Every. Inch. Of. You. If. You. Let. Me,” I say, interspersing each word with a kiss across her
Yes, Miss
collarbones. Her neck arches to give me more room. She smells amazing. Floral and sweet, her skin as soft as silk.
“Role play, including various roles such as Master and slave, Domme and sub, pet play,” she whispers, a moan escaping her lips as she does.
“Domme and sub is my thing. Not much of a role player myself.” My hands move to her soft stomach, my nails running gently over her skin.
“Good… Oh God… We both agree,” she sighs, her head falling forward. “Nipple play? Including clamps? It’s a yes from me.” She moans softly, clearly enjoying her skin being scratched gently, as I watch her, making a mental note of all her reactions.
Thinking of how her hands had felt on my nipples earlier, I’m eager to explore this. “Again, happy to try.” My hands run up to her ribs and just under her bra cups, trailing my fingers back and forth.
“Ropes, handcuffs…” Her tone changes to a quiet, serious one as she visibly steadies herself. “Bondage?” My ears prick at the hesitation in her voice.
“Iz? What’s up?” I ask quietly, wanting her to open up to me, to tell me what upsets her so I can understand her more.
“Not now, James, please.” Her eyes plead.
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“Okay. Yes. I’m happy to try. I’ve never done it, but I’m open.
” My hands trail the back of her bra straps, slowly undoing the clasps.
Silently, I wish I could kill the person who may have hurt her in the past. Given her previous response, something happened where she was restrained or powerless.
A cowardly fucker who needed to subdue a woman against her will to get what he wanted.
If I ever find out who it was, God help him.
“Gags? Not for me…” She shrugs.
“Can’t say that would work for me either.
” My thumbs brush over her nipples, rolling them between my fingers and thumbs, gently pinching.
Gasps escape her now. Her hands meet mine, kneading her breasts, feeling the full soft weight giving under my grasp, spilling out of my hands.
I lift her shirt to reveal her full breasts and take her left nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking.
Isabelle’s hips rock against my cock, only a thin layer of lace between her pussy and my pants.
A small damp patch forms from her wetness.
Desperate to unzip myself, my hand reaches down between us, but hers lands on mine with a small shake of her head. She slides my hand back to her pussy.
“Impact play,” she whispers, still rocking on me, her hand holding mine against her pussy, applying pressure to her clit. “I like giving, but that’s up to you.”
Yes, Miss
She’s killing me. I want to bury myself inside her, feel her pussy tighten around me, squeezing my cock the way she squeezes against my fingers.
“I like a bit of pain but never really tried it, so I’m curious.” My head rests against her breasts, inhaling her scent, falling down that rabbit hole, never wanting to climb out.
I pull the lace aside and push two of my thick fingers inside her.
A loud moan escapes her lips as she starts to ride my hand, her wet arousal soaking my fingers.
I desperately want to bend her over my piano and fuck her, pound into her, but she’s in charge.
Until I know what happened in her past, I won’t push her.
I want to hold her, protect her, and honour every inch of her body and soul.
"Okay, okay,” attempting to gather herself and stay in control. "Sensation play? Hot? Cold? Biting? Wax?"
"Absolutely," I hiss, trailing kisses along her collarbones. At this point, she could do anything; I just want her totally. She is intoxicating, a drug, and I am hooked.
I hold her as I stand, placing her down on the piano lid, spreading her legs wide, driving my fingers into her, kissing her neck and shoulders, wanting to devour every inch of her. I feel her walls tighten and clench around my slick fingers.
"Torture or electrical?" she gasps out.
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"Nope, not for me. Next." I continue fucking her with my fingers.
"Sensory…deprivation."
"Sign me the fuck up." I don’t care what she’s saying at this point. I just want to make her come and moan my name, knowing it’s me making her come all over my hand.
"Medical or—oh fuck—watersports…" She rides my hand harder now, gripping my shoulders for dear life.
"Medical, no. Watersports… possibly. I don’t know…
" My words are muffled by her breast in my mouth as I suck her right nipple between my teeth, swirling my tongue around and nipping gently. She lets out a long groan. I crowd into her more, my hips pushing behind my hand as though I’m fucking her, my dick rubbing against the back of my hand, adding extra power behind my fingers.
A guttural groan leaves her throat, and at that point, I am lost. I slide a third finger in, and a small cry escapes her.
"Breath play? Marking? Like hickeys or scratches?" Her head is now buried against my shoulder as I wrap my free arm around her, pulling her tight against me, continuing to pump my fingers into her, slipping easily with her arousal.
"No and yes. I like souvenirs." I let out a soft laugh. Fuck, if she’s going to inflict damage, I sure as shit want to see the efforts of her work the next day.
Yes, Miss
"Psychological? Degradation, humiliation, submission, domination?" Her voice is stronger now.
"Absolutely, yes to all the above." I’m breathless now, desperate to make her come because, if she doesn’t, I’m about to drop to my knees and make her come on my face.
Her hands grip my wrist, stopping me, and she looks me directly in the eyes, catching her breath.
"Then get on your knees, you pathetic little slut, and make me come all over that pretty face of yours."
I stop, stunned, staring right into her eyes. My heart feels like it has stopped entirely. And fuck me, I drop in a second and eat her like a starving man.