Chapter 29
James
"Please, Iz, I’m begging you. Please." I plead as she unties my hands, rubbing my wrists gently to ease the marks there.
She can’t leave me like this. This is too cruel. I reach out to stroke her face, to look deep into her eyes and beg for release.
"James, sweetheart, for all our actions, there are consequences. You forgot your place this morning, and you apologised very well. But saying sorry doesn’t always mean you’ve learnt your lesson.
So today, you’ll go unsatisfied, and you’ll remember this every time you think about it. And you won’t do it again, will you?"
"Isabelle, please, I’m sorry! I won’t ever disrespect you again!"
"James, this is your first lesson. Remember it." She says it so matter-of-factly, pulling herself from the bedsheets and padding across the soft carpet to the bathroom. I
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stare after her, my thoughts reeling. She didn’t just do that... Did she?
She has a point. The admonishment leaves me feeling wretched for speaking out of turn.
This new dynamic between us is going to require fast learning, but it’s a challenge I’m already relishing.
The blue balls she’s given me leave me feeling frustrated, but I know I’ll be feeling horny all day and thinking only of her.
Her full ass cheeks that have that delicious jiggle when she walks, her dark waves down her back, those stunning, full, heavy breasts.
I can feel myself getting hard again, and I’m tempted to relieve myself once I get home. But I can’t. She’s doing this to teach me a lesson, and as much as it’s frustrating as hell, I’m not one to back down from a challenge.
The shower turns on, and the thought of Isabelle under the cascading water is almost too much to resist. But she’s right.
I’ll have to leave soon to get my car from the restaurant parking lot, head home, shower, change, and get to school.
Isabelle will need hers, too. I order a taxi for half an hour’s time and glance up as she re-enters the bedroom, wrapped in a large bath towel, her wet waves framing her face. She’s so fucking gorgeous.
"Taxi’s ordered. We can grab our cars from the restaurant. I live on the other side of the school, so I’ll go back and change."
Yes, Miss
Isabelle dresses quickly and meets me in the kitchen, where we manage to throw together two coffees to take with us. We sit together in the back of the taxi, conversation light and casual, but there’s a weight between us, unspoken words about last night and this morning.
All I want is to reach out, to rest my hand on her thigh or tangle my fingers with hers, but she keeps herself occupied with her coffee and her phone, her touch just out of reach.
Niggling doubts creep in at the edges of my thoughts. Does she regret this? If Isabelle has second thoughts in the cold morning light, I’d rather she just told me. If she realised I’m too old for her, I’d never hold it against her. She has to know that.
But if that’s what she thinks… then I must have given a horrendous impression. That’s something Daniel would do.
I look across at her, her face relaxed as she sips her coffee, scrolling. “Iz?” I ask tentatively. “You ok?” She turns to look at me with a startled look on her face, and a smile breaks out, lighting up her face.
“Yeah, very good, actually. Tired but incredibly satisfied, you?” she asks with a sly smirk crossing her lips. Oh, she’s doing this then.
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“Well, if I hadn’t spoken out of turn, no doubt I would have been a little more satisfied, but overall, I’m good.
I had a great night, Iz. Thank you,” I say quietly, leaning in closer to her, the scent of her apple shampoo surrounding me.
She tilts her head to rest on mine and closes her eyes.
“You don’t regret anything, do you?” I ask, not knowing if I want to hear her answer.
She pulls away and turns to look at me, her face sombre. “Why would you even think I did, James? What would make you doubt me?” she asks, her voice small, and the look of hurt on her face makes me feel like the biggest asshole there ever was.
“I’m sorry, Iz. Please don’t be upset. You didn’t do anything to make me think that. It’s just me, I suppose. You’re just so fucking beautiful, confident… You could have any man you went for, one much younger than me.”
She takes my chin in her hand and turns me to look at her, her grip surprisingly strong, not that I’d struggle against her touch. Every time she touches me, I’m flooded with the need to taste her, touch her, and never let her go.
I want her to be all mine and for her to make me hers. It’s irrational, and everything feels like it’s moving too fast, too intensely, for us to not get hurt somehow. Her hand rests on my thigh as she turns to me once again.
“James, enough worrying. Now listen to me, and I will not repeat myself.” Her voice is quiet yet strong and
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demanding. “I want you. Our age gap is only thirteen years. Not fifty. I won’t tolerate you putting yourself down and thinking you aren’t enough. Do you understand? I will make you see that.”
She leaves a gentle kiss on my lips, her fingers now softly stroking my jawline, her touch making me hard again. I shift to readjust myself, and she smiles softly.
“We’re here,” she whispers as the car pulls up to the restaurant parking lot. “See you at school.” She gets out, heading to her car.
Me? I sit, needing an extra minute before getting out, just to calm my cock down. The last thing the driver needs to see is my hard-on waving him goodbye.
After paying and gathering my things, I head to my own car, suddenly feeling very alone without Isabelle. Her warmth. Her touch. Her smile. It seems so quiet without her company.
Honestly, it feels like I’m a fifteen-year-old boy again, pining after the cutest girl in class. Not a thirty-five-year-old divorcé after his first night with a new woman.
The staff room is busy this morning, Rebecca trying to garner everyone’s attention. The staff meeting was already held yesterday, and I’m too tired for any more meetings. The lack of sleep from last night is catching up with me quickly.
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I take a seat next to Isabelle. “Good morning, Isabelle,” I say, trying to keep my tone light and informal and not give away anything that may suggest anything other than professional behaviour.
“Good morning, James,” she replies. “Sleep well? You’re looking a little rough around the edges there,” she jokes. I glare at her, a look of disbelief on my face.
Rebecca raises her voice. “Everybody! A little hush, please! We’ve had the opportunity for some extra funding for department events.
I'd like you all to have a think about an activity or event you would like to run and get back to me by the end of the day, please. It’s a tight deadline.
I’m going to need costings too, albeit ballpark figures only, please.
” And with that, she sweeps out of the room.
We all sit there, a little shell-shocked by the promise of money for our departments.
It would be great to put on a show for the students and families.
We haven't done that for a while. I turn to face Isabelle, her eyes looking around at everyone else’s faces, confused at the commotion and chatter that has sparked up.
“James, what did she mean?” she asks, still watching as teachers from each department start huddling together, chatting animatedly.
Yes, Miss
“Let’s walk across, and we’ll chat on the way.” I stand and offer her my hand. As we leave the staff room, a deep voice pipes up.
“You two have a busy night, then?” Daniel says, loud enough that everyone can hear.
Several heads turn to look at him and then at us.
My blood runs cold. This is not how or when we want colleagues to know about us.
I take a deep breath and square my shoulders, Isabelle slowly stepping a step away from me.
“Yes, Daniel, we did. It was nice catching up and seeing how Isabelle is settling in,” I smooth out, trying to avert any gossip. A few of the teachers that had been staring start to lose interest.
“Ah, settling in, eh? Is that what you call it? Wining and dining her. Seems a bit desperate to go after an ex-student, James. Didn’t think you’d ever sink that low.
” He turns to focus on Isabelle, and my fists clench.
“Or are you just trying to make sure you settle in nicely, Isabelle?” he retorts, sneering at Isabelle.
A few gasps and giggles are heard throughout the room. I want to punch that fucking smirk off his shitty face. I know the moment I raise a hand to him in front of people, he will win. But one day, I know it will end up happening. And I think he knows it too.
The anger festers inside me, making my insides clench and churn. I stalk over to him, my face inches from his, his
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stale coffee breath reeking. Daniel doesn’t seem so mouthy anymore. In fact, being this up close to him, I realise just how small and pathetic he really is.
I look down at him into his eyes and spit out through gritted teeth, “I think we all know who has had involvement with students, Daniel. Allegedly, of course. But don’t you ever fucking talk about Isabelle like that again, you disgusting piece of shit!
” I step back as everyone watches in stunned silence.
I turn and stalk out of the room, Isabelle following close behind.
I cross the square and over to Rebecca’s office. “James, where are you going?” Isabelle shouts behind me, running to catch up.
“I’m cutting him off at the pass. That bastard doesn’t get any further with this shit,” I hiss.
Isabelle grabs my arm, spinning me around. Her hands grip my biceps as she looks up at me. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing? What will Rebecca say?” she asks gently, her grip loosening on my arms.