Chapter 30 #3
his cheek, his stubble grazing my lips. I brush a strand of hair out of his eyes as he fixes his gaze on me.
“That was intense...” He laughs, his hand stroking down my back in lazy circles, then roaming lower over my ass cheeks. “How are you feeling?” he asks, his fingers tentatively grazing near my asshole.
“Oh, I’m all good,” I reassure him, his fingers slipping through the lube and cum dripping from me.
“Turn around, Iz...” James says softly. “Please.”
“What do you have planned?” I ask suspiciously, narrowing my eyes at him.
“I want to see my cum dripping out of you.” His eyes glint with mischief.
I rise and kneel in front of him as he moves behind me, feeling the heat of his thighs as his hips press against my ass.
He bends over me, trailing kisses up my spine, sending shivers over my skin, his warm lips soft against me.
“You’re going to do more than watch it drip out of my ass. You’ve made a mess of me, James. You’re going to lick every last drop of it up and keep it in your mouth until I tell you otherwise.” My heart races at the thought of it.
This is a new boundary, one which, if he’s happy to cross, we could have a lot of fun with. I turn to look at him, my hair spilling over my face, watching as he takes in what I’m asking him to do.
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“If I’m going to clean my queen up, she deserves to be sat on her throne.” His breathing is heavy, his eyes glazed with lust. He stands from behind me and turns to sit on the edge of the bed, lying back. He tucks his head under my pussy and grips my ass cheeks, spreading them wide.
“Sit on me, Iz. Let me lick you clean.” He pulls me down onto his mouth, and my stomach flips. He’s topping from the bottom, the bastard. But damn right I’m going to sit on my throne.
His tongue runs over my asshole, swirling and sucking, delving deep inside me.
It feels insanely good. My hands grip his hair as I start to ride his tongue, his hands sinking into my soft thighs as he rocks me back and forth on his face.
I fall forward, holding myself up with one hand, the other massaging my clit, feeling that familiar build-up starting deep within me.
“Oh, James, that’s so good. Don’t stop… Please, don’t stop.” My voice, breathy and soft, comes out in pants.
His tongue thrusts inside me with a punishing rhythm, sending me over the edge once more. My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, coming down from the high. I kneel up, my head pressing into the blankets as my heart slows to its normal pace again.
When I turn, expecting James to be on the bed next to me, he isn’t there. His absence leaves me feeling cold. I sit up to look for him and gasp in surprise.
Yes, Miss
James kneels at the side of the bed before me, his hands on his knees, his face shiny with my cum, his mouth open slightly to show our mixed arousal on his tongue.
He remembered what I told him and did it perfectly.
A feeling settles deep in my chest that this is something we’re meant to be.
He’s embraced it fully—no shame, no hesitation.
I lean forward, taking his face in my hands, stroking my thumb over his lips.
My lips brush his as I whisper, “You’re such a good little slut for me. Swallow it.” My hand slips from his jaw to his throat, feeling it bob as he swallows it all. I stroke his hair from his face, his cheeks flushed, his eyes glazed as he looks back at me.
Maybe I could really fall for James. He’s kind, loving, funny, and sexy as sin. The way he responds to me in scenes shows how much he wants to please me. But, most of all, he makes me feel safe.
But can I trust him? Can I maybe let my walls down around him?
"I’m just going to get a quick shower. Want to join me?" he asks, rising to stand, his gorgeous stocky body on full display.
"I’ll join you in a minute. I’ll just tidy up a little," I say softly, gesturing at the sheets and toys. He nods and walks into the bathroom. I sit on the bed frozen, my mind racing,
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happy and sated but fighting a rising feeling of anxiety and an urge to run.
Since Matt, I haven’t had any real relationships, just sexual partnerships and Domme and sub dynamics.
I haven’t felt safe enough to let them into my private life.
It’s always been via the club, meeting up on club nights and then being alone at home or with friends while at university. Being part of a couple terrifies me.
My palms begin to get sweaty as my breathing quickens, the familiar cold chill rolling down my spine, leaving me unable to catch my breath.
What if he turns out like Matt? James has said he likes to be dominant sometimes.
I don’t think I can give him that. And if I can’t, could he ever be happy with me?
The idea of not being in control makes me feel physically sick.
If I’m not in charge, how can I control what happens to me?
What if James rapes me like Matt did? I don’t think I could recover from that again.
I feel sick at the thought of believing James could do that.
I know deep down I’m safe with him, but that little devil on my shoulder, the one that’s held me back for so long, keeps telling me to run.
James walks back into the room, a towel around his waist. "Iz, you okay?" His voice is soft as he approaches me, his forehead creased in worry.
Yes, Miss
"Yeah, sure, just lost in thought. Sorry!" I say with a suspicious level of cheer in my voice, forcing a smile onto my face, desperately trying to push back the panic attack that’s steadily building. "I’ll just jump in the shower."
I couldn’t have got out of there any quicker.