Chapter 33
James
A knock on my front door startles us awake from our slumber on the sofa. We had retreated under a throw and fallen back to sleep in each other’s arms, both of us exhausted from the emotions of the weekend.
Isabelle messaged Victoria to ask her to bring over some clothes after bemoaning the loss of her favourite leggings, for which I have zero regrets.
Holding her in my arms, kissing her and stroking her after she gave her submission to me, feels like I am in heaven.
She trusted me enough to finally let go, and I will never do anything to betray this trust. I know how much it took for her, the demons she had to fight. But if I ever see her ex, I will fucking kill him for what he did. Just the thought of him makes my stomach churn with anger.
I get up to answer the door and greet Victoria. I can see why Isabelle likes her so much; she called earlier to
Alexandra Ravensbrook
check on me, and we had a very honest discussion. Victoria was furious with Isabelle for walking out and wanted to reassure me as a fellow Domme that she will talk with Isabelle about what happened.
In all honesty, I just wanted to know Isabelle had gotten home safe and to know she had a friend with her, caring for her; it had calmed down my anxiety over her.
As the door swings open, I am greeted by a whirling force of nature with long black hair, winged eyeliner, red lips, and the tightest-looking leather catsuit showcasing her petite curves.
“What’s up, my fellow deviants? Are we ready for club night?” she shouts cheerily as she strides past me through the door, handing a bag to me without even saying hello or please.
Isabelle sits up as we walk into the living room, me trailing behind Victoria holding the bag in my hand, looking a little clueless.
Isabelle sighs as she sits up, “Vic, he’s my sub, not yours. At least say hello and thank you to him, please.”
“My apologies, darling,” I hear as this pixie in front of me whirls round to face me. “Hello, James, delightful to see you again. I can see why Isabelle likes you,” she drawls as her eyes scan me from head to toe, taking in my bare
Yes, Miss
torso and sweatpants. I feel like a bug under a microscope and shift uneasily.
“Now, be a good boy for Isabelle and take her bag upstairs so she can change for this evening.” She smiles sweetly, like a whip-wielding angel. “Please,” she adds pointedly before turning to Isabelle. “Better?”
I huff out a laugh and turn to leave. Tonight is mine and Isabelle’s first night at the club as a couple, and I am looking forward to some play time together.
We eat a quick dinner and change, and as I sit on the sofa listening to the two ladies chatting away and laughing upstairs, my phone vibrates on the coffee table. Seeing a text from Laura on my screen, I swipe it to delete, not wanting her negativity and rants to ruin a wonderful evening.
She apparently split from the man she ditched me for— lucky escape for him—and she heard I’ve been seeing someone else and has started with her bitter vitriol that used to get under my skin.
I have no ties with the woman now—no kids, no joint assets. I owe her not a second of my time or energy. Tonight is about me and Iz, starting our future together.
We gather our coats and bid the concierge goodnight as we leave the club. The night sky is dusky, with a cool
Alexandra Ravensbrook
breeze blowing and the streetlights casting a hazy glow on the pavement outside as we wait for our taxi to arrive to take us home. Vic insisted on a separate taxi as she is staying at Isabelle’s despite numerous offers of my spare room.
We stand at the bottom of the steps, Isabelle cuddled tight to my chest, my arms wrapped around her.
We haven’t played this evening, opting to chat and watch the shows on the stages.
Getting to know Victoria has been great.
She is hilarious, but also very thoughtful, insightful, and genuinely caring.
To know she has helped Iz through her trauma makes her special to both of us.
But then what has been a lovely night is suddenly ruined.
A shrill voice pierces our peace. “You fucking dirty pervert!” My back straightens instantly, and my stomach drops with the familiarity of that accent. “I knew it was true! But I had to see it with my own eyes.”
My heart sinks as Isabelle and I turn to see Laura. My damn ex-wife. Here to cause a scene.
“Laura, to what do I owe the displeasure?” I say slowly, looking at the red-faced angry woman who was once the centre of my world. How she seems to have changed— once so happy and laughing, to now being so angry and filled with hate.
Yes, Miss
“So this is your new little toy, yeah? A bit young for you, but you always were a pervert. Weren’t you, James?”
“Stop it, Laura,” I grit, furious she’s ruined our night.
“Tell me, was this slut the reason for our marriage breaking up? Tell me, James. Go on,” Laura yells, her whole body shaking.
“You’ve been fucking her from when she was your student, huh? When he told me you were seeing her, I knew you must have been. So, this is the slut that broke our marriage up?” she yells, her face red and her whole body shaking.
“Laura, shut up!” I snap, exasperated with her stupidity and vindictiveness.
“You broke our marriage up. You! You fucked someone else and broke me in the process, and don’t you dare call her a slut!
” I shout back, fury rising within me. I couldn’t care less if I caused a scene now; this has got to stop.
Her face turns from angry to mortified, her eyes flitting between Isabelle and I. “You…You’re not denying you were fucking her back then too, though, are you?”
“I’m not even dignifying this with an answer, Laura. Crawl back under your stone!”
The anger this woman stirs in me is unreal. She didn't want me and moved on, but God forbid I do the same.
Alexandra Ravensbrook
Isabelle quickly moves to stand in front of me. “James, I’m asking this as your Domme now, and I expect you to do as I ask. Stop talking. Right now. Walk away. Do not turn around.”
Her eyes bore into mine, and I can’t reply. She looks so serious, but there is something else—she is furious. I’ve seen her with Daniel, but this is a whole new level of fire in her eyes. I promised I would do as she asks, but surely it doesn't mean backing down now to defend her?
Does she even need me to defend her?
“James. I won’t ask again. Do this for me now, please.
” Her hand is on my forearm. Her grip is firm, and the way she stares deep into me, her face set in grim determination, takes me aback.
Isabelle doesn't need saving, she never has. She just needs someone who has her back, and if that person can be me, I’ll do everything she asks and more.
I take a few steps back, my eyes not leaving hers. Every part of me wants to stay and stop Laura’s attack on her, but she stares back at me, and I know I have to honour her request. She is far more important to me than any argument with Laura.
With my heart pounding and my hands raised in surrender, I walk back a few metres and lean against the post box, checking on our taxi’s location. Isabelle doesn’t wait with me, though. She marches right back, my ears
Yes, Miss
tuned into their conversation and fury simmering below the surface. One wrong move, Laura. That’s all it would take. I’ll do as my queen asks, but I won’t hesitate to step in and end this.
Isabelle takes a moment to compose herself. She straightens, wipes her hands down her jacket, and lifts her head to look Laura straight in the eye. She prowls towards her like a lioness, stalking her prey.
"Laura, I’d like to say it's a pleasure to meet you, but I don't make a habit of lying," Isabelle starts, her voice dripping with disdain, her lips curled in a sneer.
"I’m Isabelle, and yes, I was James’ student a few years ago.
But James was never anything but a total professional and never once made a move on me as a student.
” She looks Laura up and down, like she is some curious bug under a microscope.
“However, I am also a teacher in his department, and this is how we’ve gotten to know each other.
So, if you could refrain from your nasty insinuations, that would be much appreciated. "
Laura clenches her fists together, and I wonder how Iz keeps so calm, but looking at how Laura seems to vibrate with hatred, I also don’t want to be too far away in case she escalates and gets physical like she did when we split.
The night we split, when I told her I couldn’t overlook her cheating and she spat her vitriol at me, I had left that
Alexandra Ravensbrook
house with bruises and cuts from glasses and crockery that had been thrown at me in her rage.
"I know you go to that pervert club with him! Are you some kind of prostitute?” she screams, her fists clenched and her knuckles white.
Spittle flies from her mouth. “The two of you shouldn’t be allowed to be around children!
Him wanting to be some kind of weak little boy, being whipped and chained up!
It’s disgusting!" she shrieks, and a couple walking down the street turns to watch.
"Oh my fucking God! You really don’t have a clue, do you?
" Isabelle’s voice turns cold and sharp as she gets in Laura’s face.
"James likes to be submissive. This means he likes to give me all the control in deciding what to do.
It means he is strong enough of a man to ensure I get all the pleasure I want, to worship my body, to satisfy me in any way I want. And oh, does he do that!"
A cold smirk crosses those delectable lips, and I see the change of demeanour
"The things that man will do so I scream his name as I come so…
many… times," she purrs, her shoulders straight and her hands on her hips, looking every inch the formidable Domme. She waves her hand toward me. "How you could pass up a man like him, I honestly don’t know! He is smart, funny, loving, loyal, and sexy as fuck! And you don’t want him on his knees for you, giving you everything you want? Are you fucking crazy?"
Yes, Miss
My heart lurches hearing those words come from her mouth, finally having someone fight for me, to see all I can give. A sense of peace settles over me, knowing we always have each other’s back, we will always fight for each other’s happiness.
Laura takes a step back as Isabelle crowds her against a telegraph pole.
She gets into Laura’s face once again, her finger pointing at Laura’s chest. "I pity you.
I really do. How boring and unfulfilled your life must be to hate others for loving.
Now fuck off before I make you regret ever showing me your pathetic, nasty-ass face. "
Her face sneers right into Laura’s, seething with anger, and I have never loved her more. Pride swells in my chest, and I know I never want to be without her.
Love.
Realisation hits as I think of my feelings for her; the thought of being without her kills me inside, and I know I love her. I will never leave her side. I want to be with her always.
"Taxi’s here, Iz," I call, walking towards her. I take her hand in mine and pull her into my arms. "Let’s go, baby." I turn to Laura and point at her. "I don’t ever want to hear from you again. Do you hear me? We have nothing to discuss."
I put my arm around Isabelle’s shoulders and lead us to the taxi that awaits us, an ache inside me building,
Alexandra Ravensbrook
wanting to get into bed and hold my queen close in my arms and never let her go.
Knowing I have Isabelle by my side in everything I do leaves me, for once, feeling like everything is finally going to be okay.