by Diana Kane
“You look amazing,” I observe as I move towards her. We share a quick kiss before heading to the den to wait for our ride. As we head to the entrance, I stop and grab two of my black leather jackets. Isabella looks at me, questioning my actions. “It’s warm out now, but by the time we leave Velvet, you may want this.” She simply smiles and takes my hand, leading me to the waiting car.
We arrive at the restaurant and are escorted to the side room where they seat larger parties. I introduce Isabella to the friends she has yet to meet and fight off the chuckle I feel when Derrick and Kevin see her. We take our seats, and I realize that I’m relieved that Katrina isn’t here.
“What have I gotten myself into,” I hear Shannon lament as the waitress walks in with a tray of shots. “I’m way too pregnant, can’t drink and now I’ll be dealing with you drunken fools all night.” She laughs and smiles as a few of us start giving her a hard time. Catherine stands once the waitress has dispersed the shots and taken her leave.
“To our chosen family and all of us being here tonight. Where would we be without one another on the crazy ride called life?” Alex bolts up, stopping us from drinking.
“And welcome to our family Isabella, who seems to have stolen our Wizard of Ta-tas heart.” I feel the blood rush to my face as I try to cover it with my free hand. I would crawl under the table right now if I could. I hear the laughter of my friends and feel Isabella’s lips connect with my cheek.
“Wizard of Ta-tas?” she whispers in my ear. All I can do is groan.
“You’ve told everyone haven’t you?” I’m not surprised that Alex doesn’t show the least bit of remorse.
“Well, now I have. Let’s drink!” We all raise our glasses and down our shots.
“It’s the nickname Alex gave me long ago,” I explain as I lean against Isabella. “I’ve also been dubbed the Breast Whisperer buy some of the locals.”
“Mmm, you certainly know how to talk to them,” Isabella murmurs back. I drop my face against her shoulder, trying to bury it from sight. Thankfully the rest of dinner passes without further embarrassment. By the time we leave for Velvet, Isabella is more than holding her own with my friends, and we both have a pleasant buzz going.
We step into Velvet a little later than we intended. It’s busy, but we manage to find a table a few seats shy of accommodating all of us. It won’t be an issue as we are off to the bar for a drink before we start dancing.
“Hey Sara, who’s your new friend?” Sandra asks as she prepares my whiskey sour. Isabella has her arms wrapped around my waist as she jokes around with Alex. My hands fall over Isabella’s, and her fingers curl around mine.
“This is Isabella.” I squeeze Isabella’s fingers pulling her attention back to me. “Baby, this is Sandra.”
“Hello. May I have a Manhattan please?”
“Sexy and polite. She looks good on you Sara.” Sandra shoots me a wink as she quickly mixes Isabella’s drink. “Have fun,” Sandra orders as she passes me our drinks. I give her my card to start a tab and grab our drinks, leading Isabella back to our table, where we wait for the rest of our group to join us.
“Come on beautiful, I want to see you dance.” Isabella and I both down half our drinks before she leads me to the dance floor. Alex, Catherine, Nate, Jeff, Abby, and Dahlia all follow, and we manage to carve a space out on the floor for ourselves. We dance and dance some more, buzzing around in our group like bees trapped in a hive. We swap partners, laugh and joke, but only Isabella’s touch sets my nerve endings ablaze. When the upbeat tempo finally slows down, Isabella and I quickly grab onto each other, neither of us letting the opportunity pass us by.
“Are you having a good time?” I ask, my lips pressed to her ear.
“Yes, I love watching you dance.” Her teeth nip at my earlobe, sending a surge of warmth through me.
“Mmm, and I love seeing you in that top.”
“If you like the top, you’re going to love what I have on underneath it.” I nearly lose my footing as she whispers in my ear, but somehow keep from dragging us both to the floor.
“Is that a promise?” Isabella simply rests her forehead against mine and smiles. I gently pull against the back of her neck and meet her halfway, stealing a kiss, extinguishing the feeling that it’s been too long since out lips last met. “We need to do this more,” I inform her when our lips finally part.
“I agree,” she responds, pulling me tightly against her. “Who is that dancing with your friends? She’s been watching us all night.”
“Our friends,” I correct her, spinning us around so I can see who she’s referring to, not that I don’t already know. I glance over at the rest of our group to see Katrina’s gunmetal eyes locked on Isabella and me. I sigh, hoping to not have a situation brewing on my hands.
“That would be Katrina.” Isabella’s body instantly goes rigid against mine. “Hey, relax. Don’t let her ruin our night.” The song switches to Love on the Brain, and I hope that it helps me diffuse this. “Listen.” I wait for a few beats of the song to play out. “Please just be here with me.” Isabella locks eyes with me, and I watch some of the fight go out of her. I lock my arms around her neck and pull her lips to mine. She responds by gripping my hips and pulling me into her. I smile against her lips as we continue to kiss, knowing that I’ve won her over, that right now it’s just her and I, it doesn’t matter who we came here with or who is watching us. When the song ends, the up-tempo music resumes, and I drag Isabella from the dance floor, needing a drink. We finish our now watery drinks, and I head to the bar to order another round as Isabella heads for the bathroom. There’s a short line for her to wait in though, so I take advantage and head to the DJ booth after getting our drinks to make a request.
“Hey, Sara!” Kelly gives me a big hug in greeting before turning back to her equipment. “Don’t think I’ve met your new friend but she certainly has a positive effect on you.”
“Thanks, I’m quite fond of her. I was wondering if you could do me a favor though.” Kelly smiles as I make my request and promises me she will make it happen. I head back to our table just as Isabella makes her return from the bathroom. She leans in and kisses me as I hand her the fresh drink. We make quick work of them and return to the dance floor, the combination of the alcohol and our hormones making us a little more handsy than we’ve been thus far. We aren’t alone though, Alex and Catherine are positively plastered to one another. Finally, the tempo slows down again, and Etta James starts belting out A Sunday Kind of Love. Isabella smiles at me and pulls me closer to her.
“You made this happen, didn’t you?” She rests her head on my shoulder, her lips against my neck.
“I might have,” I reply, the feeling of Isabella smiling against my neck sending chills along my spine. I squeeze her tight and close my eyes, letting my head fall onto her shoulder, absorbing everything the moment has to offer. “You know, I think Alex may have been right. I think you’ve stolen my heart.” It’s sappy, romantic and not at all like me. I could blame the alcohol, but it wouldn’t matter, it’s true and I know it. Isabella’s head leaves my shoulder, and her hand finds my face, lifting it from hers, cradling it, so we are starting into each other’s eyes. Her thumb brushes over my lips and then my cheekbone as her eyes bore into mine, searching for my truth.
“I promise to take good care of it,” Isabella vows before kissing me. My heart melts, flowing with the rest of my blood throughout my body. “I will be leaving mine here with you,” she whispers against my ear. Now it’s my turn to back up a little, to force the eye contact.
“I swear it will be safe.” We finish the song in silence, clinging to one another, just being together.
“Will everyone be upset if we get out of here?”
“I don’t think so, why are you not having fun?”
“I am, I just want to get you home so we can be alone.” I’m sold on the plan and have no problem ordering a ride to take us home. “It will be about half an hour. I’ll get us one last round to d
rink while we tell everyone good night.”
“Thank you,” she says wrapping her hand around my neck to pull me in for another kiss. Our drinks in tow and my tab closed we head over to the table, where, unsurprisingly, most of us are ready to call it a night. We finish our drinks and head outside to wait for our rides and say our goodnights. Everyone hugs Isabella goodbye, telling me that they all loved her.
We share a ride back to the house with Catherine and Alex since their stop is a few minutes before ours. This driver is used to us and therefore isn’t thrown by seeing two pairs of women being overly affectionate in the back of his SUV. Isabella and I occupy the very back seat, giving us the slight illusion of privacy.
“About what you said, what we said, I want you to know that I meant it. If I truly have your heart, I swear I will take care of it. Either way, I will be leaving mine here when I leave.”
“I meant it as well. You have it, and I trust you to take care of it, just as I promise to keep yours safe. I don’t want to see you hurt.”
“Mmm, that is very sweet, but it doesn’t exactly fit with my plan for the night.”
“Oh?” I question, grinning at Isabella.
“Definitely not, tonight I plan to get a little long overdue revenge for that incident at the lagoon.” Her words cause heat to surge through my body and moisture to leak from between my lips.
“Mmm, I’m happy to let you fuck me tonight. Do your worst.” Isabella arches an eyebrow at that challenge, she recognizes it.
“You should be careful, I’ve had time to plan this.” I have yet to find my body not ready for Isabella. I feel like I’m always aching for her at the simplest touch. Yet she hasn’t touched me, just her words and the piercing stare full of intent are enough to cause what feels like a flood in my panties. When her lips claim mine, I’m certain that I will come undone as a moan escapes my mouth to be trapped in Isabella’s. I can feel Catherine and Alex’s eyes on us, and vaguely hear their soft giggles as Isabella wraps me in the spell she is so deftly weaving, her fingers never leaving the sides of my face. When she finally pulls away from me, tugging my lower lip with her, I’m left panting and wanting more. “See baby, I don’t even have to touch you and you’re burning for me,” she murmurs against my ear, the soft caress of her breath giving me gooseflesh. Isabella is right, I don’t bother trying to deny her claim. Instead, I try to satisfy the urge tearing through my body, not caring about the driver or that Catherine and Alex are sitting just a few feet in front of us. I take one of the hands Isabella has pressed to my face and lower it downward, pressing her fingers against the seam of my jeans, grinding my hips slightly, trying to encourage her to touch me. Isabella pulls her hand away and flashes me a fiendish grin. I decide to try another tactic and place my hand against the crotch of her jeans. Without hesitation she begins working herself against my hand, slowly moving her hips as she chews her lower lip. Her free hand reaches up and pulls me to her, placing my ear in front of her mouth. “Do you want me to come for you baby, because I will,” she gasps, her hand dropping over mine, forcing more pressure against her sex. She begins to work herself more firmly against the press of my fingers, and her panting picks up in my ear.
“Ahem,” Catherine clears her throat. Clearly, she and Alex have some inclination what’s happening behind them. I realize we’ve stopped, that we have finally made it to Catherine and Alex’s place. “You two have a beautiful night,” Catherine winks at us as she and Alex exit the ride.
“See you at brunch,” I manage to articulate, happy that my voice isn’t as throaty as I imagined it would be. Alex wiggles her eyebrows at us, but Catherine shuts the door and pulls her away before she can say anything. Just a few more minutes and we will be back at my place. Somehow we manage to behave during the short ride, but as soon as the driver stops in my driveway, I practically pull Isabella into the house. I barely have the door shut behind us when I pounce on her, pushing her against the wall and clamping my mouth on hers, my tongue demanding entry. Isabella allows it, but her hands grip my wrists when I try to slide them under her shirt.
“I’m in charge tonight, remember?” She pushes herself off of the wall and slides the leather jacket from her shoulders. I do the same and return them to the closet. Isabella has made her way to the kitchen where I find her filling two glasses with water. I coil my arms around her waist and run my nose along the nape of her neck, her messy bun allowing me access. I take in her scent, now mixed with sweat from dancing for hours. I feel my heart expand and know I’m totally falling for this woman, despite our initial intentions or the fact that our situation feels impossible at times. I grab two fistfuls of her shirt, and her hands close over mine.
“I can’t take you rejecting me much longer,” I protest before lightly running the tip of my tongue along the back of her neck, making Isabella moan. Her hands tighten over mine as she arches herself into me.
“I’m not rejecting you, I’m making you wait. Drink this and follow me,” she orders, handing me a glass of water and heading towards the bedroom. I anxiously follow her, dying to get my hands on her body. She finally pulls me to her and kisses me, it starts soft and slow but quickly evolves into the two of us hungrily attacking each other. Isabella raises the bottom of my shirt separating us to pull it off. My nipples already protrude against the fabric of my bra when Isabella’s hands land on my breasts as she kisses me again. I try to lift off her shirt, but she stops everything, her hands on my forearms as she stares at me and shakes her head. She backs me up to the bed as she unbuttons my jeans and presses them downward. When I feel the mattress against the back of my thighs, I sit down and allow her to pull them off. “If you need to take care of anything, do it now. You won’t be free for a while.” Isabella unhooks my bra and guides the straps off of my shoulders.
“I’m good,” I whisper. Isabella grins and presses me backward, laying me on the bed. She hooks her fingers in the waist of my silk panties and slowly slides them off, the cool air connecting with my soaked sex. I slide back onto the bed, and she glides her fully clothed body over my naked flesh, her clothing feeling abrasive against my extra sensitive skin. She straddles my waist and skims her palm up my abdomen and between my breasts. Her thumb brushes my lips as she gazes down at me, the lust in her eyes mixed with adoration.
“I looked through your toys the other morning. It took me a minute to figure out where you secure these.” She leans forward, her breasts landing near my lips. I greedily tongue and bite at her nipple, wishing she at least wasn’t wearing her top, no matter how sexy she looks in it. She grins down at me as she pulls my hand off of her waist, securing the leather cuff around my wrist, the soft lining a welcome sensation against my flesh. I hear the rattle of the chain as she reveals the second cuff and secures my other hand. She grins at me again before pressing her lips to mine, her hands reaching down to tease my nipples, making them harder than they already were. I struggle against the restraints, a useless fight. I placed the eyebolts in the head and footboards of my sleigh bed, I know they won’t yield. Isabella laughs as she pulls away from me, sliding down to the foot of the bed, where she secures my feet, spreading me out as if I’m about to be drawn and quartered. My body hums with anticipation, awaiting Isabella’s next move, only she just stands at the foot of the bed, staring at me.
Isabella grins at me, cockiness rising to the surface. “Do you have any idea what it does to me to see you like this?” If she is half as wet as I am then yeah, I do. Isabella licks her lips before slowly raising the amber colored top over her head, revealing a black lace bra underneath. The straps are so narrow they barely exist and the fabric so thin I can see the dark pigmenting of her areolae under it. If she comes near me now, I know I will try to chew through the lace to get to her nipples. She smiles as my jaw clenches. I’ve clearly given her the reaction that she was hoping for thus far. “Do you know what the sensation of your hands on my body feels like to me?” Isabella slowly glides her hands up her sides and stops on her breasts. She s
lowly kneads them and teases her nipples through the thin lace, her lips parting and soft gasps escaping as her ministrations grow more intense. “Do you know that when we are apart, I think about your hands on me?” She becomes more aggressive with her breasts, eliciting a soft cry from herself. Her hand slides down to the button of her jeans and opens it, allowing her fingers to slide inside and downward. “Do you know that I think about you licking and fucking me when I pleasure myself?” This time I groan as I feel my own moisture start to trickle between my cheeks. Isabella withdraws her hand and undoes the zipper of her jeans. She slowly pushes the black denim off of her hips revealing a black garter belt set, the waist strap no more than an inch wide, the black lace forming a tapering triangle downward to clasp the black stockings, her underwear more barely there black lace. All I can do is stare at the breathtaking woman before me and marvel at what I ever did to deserve her here with me. She turns her back to me and heads to the closet, revealing the two matching triangles in the back and the thin thong strap resting between her cheeks. I can see her muscles working with every step. She obscures her selection from my view and deposits it at the foot of the bed, folding it underneath the comforter to keep the identity secret. Her fingernails drag up my leg and over my stomach as she makes her way to the head of the bed, where she releases all four clasps on the stockings and smoothly drags the thong downward, stepping out of it once it falls to her ankles. “I know you’re dying to touch me right now,” her fingers trail downward, and she rubs them through her folds, “to see how wet I am, to taste me.” She brings her fingers to my lips and rubs her moisture on them like lip balm. The scent of her sex hits me, and I instinctively lick my lips, tasting her there. She’s right, I want more, but when I open my eyes, she’s already retreating to the foot of the bed. She climbs on the bed, positioning herself between my splayed legs, opening herself wide so that I can see all of her. My arms fight against the restraints, I long to bury my fingers deep inside her as I lick at the pool of mana I know is there. Isabella’s right hand reaches over and grabs the toy she secreted away, one of my vibrators. “Do you know what it does to me when you look at me like that?” She drags the toy along her folds a few times, spreading her juices, before switching it on. This is a whole new level of tangled pleasure and torture. Watching Isabella pleasure herself is so damn hot, but seeing it within arms reach, if my arms weren’t bound, is borderline cruel. Her head tips back as she starts teasing herself, slowly running the tip up her folds before circling her clit and repeating the pattern. Her breaths come faster and her hips start undulating, the more excited she becomes.