“Your… Queen…” I manage between my own gasps, my head spinning with this whole new side of him.
“That’s fucking right, you’re my queen, and my queen can take her king’s dick like a dirty slut when he needs her to.”
Oh fuck, that’s it. Hearing him talk to me like that— being called a slut,hisslut,hisqueen—I can be on my knees for him when he needs me to. My orgasm crashes through me, making me lose all sense of what’s happening as a delirious warmth washes over my entire being. His thrusts become erratic as his own release follows, his hot, thick cum filling me up.
As I lay there, spent, my arms still tied behind my back, I realise I’ve done it. I’ve submitted to James, and I enjoyed it. I feel like the clouds have lifted from my soul.
The irony isn’t lost on me, submitting set me free.
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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
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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
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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
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