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?"
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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,
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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.
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Chapter 34
Isabelle
The staff room is busy for the Monday morning staff meeting, with Daniel holding court at the top of the table with his tales of the weekend, those near him nodding absentmindedly whilst scrolling through their mobile phones. I grab two cups from near the sink and fill them up with coffee, ready to start the week ahead. I sit, keeping the seat next to me free for James.
Looking across at Daniel, he gives a smug grin and takes a sip of his drink. His attention shifts to the office door as James walks in and takes the seat next to me. I catch a couple of the other teachers casting glances and sniggering to themselves.
“Easy now, James. I’m surprised you can sit down after this weekend,” he shouts across the table, laughing with a couple others joining in. “Heard you had an eventful weekend with the whips and chains.”
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My breath catches in my chest as James’ head shoots up to glare at Daniel.
“The fuck did you say?” he growls out, his body tensing as if ready to pounce.
“James, don’t,” I whisper, my hand on his thigh, stroking it to calm him down. “Ignore him.”
“That’s right, James. Be a good boy for Mummy now,” Daniel laughs, and several staff join in.
“Enough!” I bellow, slapping my hand down on the table. Anger courses through me. I will not have James’ reputation trashed because of this odious little prick. “Daniel, they often say it’s the ones who aren’t getting laid that talk about it the most. Do I assume you’re a born-again virgin?”
Daniel’s face floods with anger as he rises to his feet. “Oh well, look at you, teacher’s pet. He’s clearly trained you well over the years!” he spits.
“Don’t you dare speak to her like that!” James shoots to his feet, lunging over the table to grab Daniel by his shirt. Jen grabs James’ arm and hauls him back as James fights to get free, Daniel’s face becoming redder by the second, his collar tight around his throat.
