I shoot my shot and come out with it.
“Iz, I'm going to be honest with you because I can't deal with this uncertainty. I really like you. I think you’re incredibly beautiful, funny, and so smart, but I have no idea how to do this.” I gesture around us. "You know where my head’s at. And I don’t know if I can be what you want. I’m too old. We’re colleagues. It’s all totally fucked up." My voice trails off as her hand closes around my wrist, silencing my rambling.
Warm. Steady. In control.
And it makes me feel just that little bit more ready.
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Chapter 22
Isabelle
"And what kind of man do I want, James?" I ask, surprised at his honesty but sad that he feels so inadequate. He doesn’t have a clue how gorgeous he is and how much of a catch he makes. What the hell has his divorce done to him?
"Young, experienced, able to give you what you want," he says, his voice quieter now but taking on a deeper, huskier tone.
"James, let me tell you what I want," I say, deciding it’s time for Belle to make an appearance.
I stand and step into his frame, crowding him against the bar. I run my finger down his shirt buttons, trailing over his chest, his breathing quickens under my touch. Goosebumps trail down my spine at how responsive he is to me. He will be fun to play with, for sure.
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"I want a man who will kneel for me. Who will hand himself over to me entirely. A man who will put his trust in me and accept my instructions without question," I murmur.
My gaze drifts from his chest to his eyes, darker now with lust. His breathing shallows, and his hands grip the bar top behind him. I step in closer, my breasts now lightly brushing against his chest. My hands drop to his hips, pulling him against me, his now-hard cock pressing into my hip. His breath catches, and a small moan escapes his lips.
"A man who will beg for more, crawl to me, and make me scream his name..." I trail off, stroking my hands around to his back and pulling him tight against me. "It's not too much to ask for, is it, James? Can you be that man?"
I give him my most innocent face, step back, and look up at him through my lashes. He stands there like a deer in the headlights, and I shriek internally. I have him, and he looks so good. His chest rises and falls with his panting, his erection now clearly visible for anyone to see. He runs his hand through his hair, letting it fall over his eyes, as he licks his lips, swallowing hard. His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he locks eyes with me and gives me a slow nod.
"Do you want to play with me, James?" I ask, my voice thick with anticipation as I step forward and run my
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palms over his chest, stroking the lapels of his jacket. "I promise to take it very slow. Do you trust me, James?"
"Yes," he groans, dropping his head down next to mine.
Oh, he will be an excellent sub.
"Yes, what, James? Be clear with your response. Communication is essential. I need to know where you are mentally at all times. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I trust you." His voice lowers, husky against my ear.
"And do you want to play tonight?"
"Yes, I do." He closes his eyes, and his hands come to grip my hips. His fingertips dig in with desperation.
"Well done, James. I know it's hard for you to say, and I appreciate your trust. I will always do my best to keep you safe and honour that trust. I will always reward you when you do well, but I will also discipline you if you disobey. Do you understand? And remember to use your words."
James opens his eyes and searches my face, clearly deep in thought, a look of hesitation fleeting across his face. He swallows and seems to brace himself. "Yes, I understand.”
"Follow me," I say softly, seeing the nerves eating him up. I walk us to the hallway and book a private room with
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the concierge. I take the key and lead James down the hallway. The sconces on the walls cast warm, cosy lighting, with their soft glow scattered along the plush burgundy carpet.
