Claiming Isabella

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by M. E. Clayton


  I couldn’t take it anymore and finally gave into my laughter. I started laughing and laughing and Quinn went to try to jinx me. “One of these days, Iz, Julian’s going to fuck up and I am going to be sitting in the front row for an uninterrupted view of it.”

  Ace walked over to Q and high fived her. “Amen.”

  I gasped. “How dare you wish that upon me? And after I invited you into my home, no less!”

  Julian walked over to me and wrapping his arms around my waist, pulled me into his lap and onto the couch. “Don’t worry, Dove. I’m not going to fuck up. I’m not Sav or Chase,” he reassured me, as he buried his face in the crook of my neck.

  God, how I wanted to believe him, but….come on…

  “Pfft, please, Julian,” I huffed. “You’re a man. You’re bound to fuck up eventually.” That sent a chorus of ‘hey’, ‘what’, ‘seriously’ throughout the room.

  “Anyways,” Ace cut them off, “Michael called me earlier and said he and Audrey couldn’t make it but they promise to be at our next shindig.”

  “Yeah, I got a text from Aud earlier,” Quinn confirmed.

  “Okay, let’s order the pizzas, bust out the alcohol and get this karaoke filled disaster show on the road,” Nick announced.

  While Chase called in the pizzas, and as Nick and Ace made their way to the kitchen to pour our drinks, Quinn made herself comfortable on the couch. And Julian kept me on his lap.

  Chase hung the phone up and plopped himself down on the couch next to Quinn. “Whatcha thinking, babe?”

  She snuggled up into the crook of his shoulder. “I’m thinking life feels pretty perfect right now.”

  His arm came around and squeezed her to him. “Even without your very own As Seen On T.V. karaoke machine?”

  “Hmmm, we’ll get back to that, but if you’re wondering what to get me for Christmas…” she hinted.

  He chuckled, “Duly noted, babe.”

  “Is all this too good to be true, Chase?” I heard her ask softly.

  “Nah, babe, we deserve to be where we are today. None of us got here the easy way and we still each have negative tentacles that will try to reach out and grab us from time to time, but I think, as long as we’re all together, nothing can touch us.”

  I sat and stared at Chase and Quinn and wondered what they were waiting for. I knew Quinn was in love with Chase and Chase adored her completely. This whole boyfriend and girlfriend thing was a very watered down description of what they meant to one another.

  Avery sat cross-legged on the floor, while Nick plopped himself down on one of the armchairs. My condo was small, but sleek looking. Well, it was sleek looking until you walked into my bedroom. My bedroom was a mess of chaos with no matching furniture whatsoever. It’s where I felt most comfortable. My condo was for guests, the bedroom was for me.

  Quinn looked over at me. “Have you used the karaoke machine, yet, or do we have to read directions before we get this party started?”

  “I’ve us-”

  “Hold up, hold up,” Chase waved his arms about, interrupting. “Before we start in on, what I’m sure will be a spectacular karaoke extravaganza, which one of you girls is keeping a secret from us?”

  I could see Julian shake his head out of the corner of my eye, as Nick’s eyebrows shot for his hairline. Avery jumped in immediately, “What makes you think we’re keeping secrets?”

  Chase narrowed his eyes at her. “Really? You’re women,” he pointed out.

  A quiet grunt was followed after Quinn elbowed the shit out of him. “Because men are always so forthcoming?” she challenged.

  Chase had the nerve to look offended. “Hey, I tell you everything!”

  Quinn rolled her eyes, but the look she shot me didn’t go unnoticed by Julian. He squeezed me slightly as Quinn went on to deflect for me. “I ask again, what makes you think any of us is keeping a secret?”

  Chase shrugged a shoulder. “You were on the phone earlier whispering. I tried to eavesdrop, but I couldn’t hear you very well.”

  Avery started choking on her wine, while Quinn swiveled so she was looking directly at Chase. “Are you serious?”

  “You have no business whispering, woman!” Chase defended. He shot us each a look. “None of you have any business whispering.”

  Quinn nodded sternly at Chase. “Well, in that case, I guess I’ll just forget out the stripper pole classes I was trying to convince the girls to take with me and say to hell with the surprise.” Quinn huffed and turned her back on Chase.

  I owed her.

  “Oh, hey,” Nick jumped in. He looked over at Avery. “Forget Chase, baby, I really, really would like a surprise. I deserve a surprise for putting up with Chase.”

  I turned my face to look at Julian, as his arms tightened around me again. And I just knew, looking into his eyes, that he knew something was up and it had to do with me and not Quinn’s desire for us to learn how to pole dance.

  Julian kissed the side of my head. “I can wait until you’re ready to tell me, but you will tell me, Isabella. And soon,” he whispered.

  I could only nod silently.

  I didn’t know how Julian did it, but he could read me like he was in my mind. It was very unsettling, but comforting at the same time. And I knew I had to tell him about the flowers, I just wasn’t going to do it tonight.

  Tonight was about us and our crazy friends.

  Julian~

  Now don’t get me wrong, the thought of Isabella learning to dance on a stripper pole had my dick ready to bust out of my jeans, but I was more concerned with what she was keeping from me.

  Quinn did a commendable job deflecting Chase’s questioning, but I was so obsessed with Isabella that I never missed anything that had to do with her, including the slight tension in her body when Chase mentioned secrets.

  I had no doubt she’d tell me when she was ready, but I didn’t like to think that she was bothered by something…anything. Thinking back to the first night we were together, I remember thinking she deserved more than what she expected out of love.

  We hadn’t been two feet into her condo before I had her back up against the front door, ready to consume her. “So, while it was entertaining as hell to hear Avery argue with Nick about her darkest sexual fantasies, I’m more interested in hearing yours.”

  She actually whimpered and I watched, with heated blood, as her thighs pressed together. “Julian, we don’t have-”

  I cut her off with a shake of my head. I had her body pressed up against the front door, with my hands planted on either side of her head, caging her in. “When Quinn mentioned all women having Avery’s fantasy, you agreed. So, is that what you want?”

  Her perfume was drugging me and her big, amber eyes were hypnotizing me. “Not exactly,” she breathed.

  I leaned down and started trailing kisses down her neck. Isabella was so much shorter than me, it was a bit of a struggle, but I’d be damned if I was going to stop. “Tell me, Dove.”

  I could feel her breath leave her body. “My fan…fantasy is to be your fantasy,” she admitted.

  I pulled back to look at her. “What does that mean exactly?” I wanted there to be no confusion when I took this woman.

  She averted her eyes and I knew this wasn’t just about sex. Her fantasy stemmed from somewhere real and deep inside her. She wasn’t a coward, though, I’ll give her that. Her heavy lidded, amber gaze returned to look at me, as she explained. “My fantasy is for you to use my body to make every sexual fantasy you’ve ever had come true.”

  I thought my dick couldn’t get any harder, but I was wrong. I needed to distract myself before I ruined her forever with the unspeakable things that leapt into my mind.

  I lowered myself until I was on my haunches at her feet. Never breaking eye contact, I started removing her heels one at a time. “What if I want to tie you down?”

  Her eyes glazed over as she answered, “Okay.”

  “What if I want to cover you in bite marks and hickeys, branding you

?”

  I could see her breathing start to accelerate. “W…work…” she uttered, but her protest was weak.

  I went to work on the strap of her other heel. “What if I want to wrap my hand around your throat and press on your pulse?”

  Her eyes started searching my face…in fear or desire? I wasn’t sure. She didn’t speak, though. She just nodded her consent.

  Because I was so much taller than her, once I removed her heels, her stomach was aligned with my face. I lifted the tails of her button up blouse until my hands made contact with the button and zipper of her slacks. I kept her eyes locked onto mine as I started undoing her pants. “What if I don’t want to use a condom with you?” I’ve never had sex without a condom before, but then I’ve never met a woman who made me feel…normal…before.

  Isabella’s eyes widened and her reaction made me feel better. It showed she didn’t go without one either. “I’ve never…I don’t…haven’t…”

  I took pity on her. “I have regular health screenings and I’ve never gone without one. But there’s nothing I want more than to see you covered in my cum, Dove.”

  She quietly stepped out of her pants and stood there in just her blouse as she answered, “O…okay.”

  I placed a kiss on her bare stomach before I stood to my full height. Her eyes followed me as I peered down at her and began unbuttoning her blouse. “What if I want to hurt you, Isabella?”

  Her face flushed and her lips parted. “Do you want to?”

  This moment felt like it was going to stay with me forever, so I chose complete honesty. “Yes.”

  I could feel tension radiating off her with each button that came undone. “Why?”

  Once her blouse was completely unbuttoned, I pushed the fabric off her shoulders and stood transfixed and I took in the sight before me.

  Isabella was magnificent.

  Before me, stood a 5’4”, dark haired goddess. Her face was made up of beautiful amber colored eyes, framed with dark brown lashes that matched her hair. Her nose was perfectly centered and delicate on her face. Her lips were full and pink. Her complexion was smooth and I couldn’t find one imperfection.

  Beneath her neck were tits so big, I could see the strap from her lace bra digging into her shoulders from the weight of them. Her body tapered into a small waist that was soft and feminine. Her stomach had the perfect amount of softness and give. Her waist flared out into a set of wide, luscious hips. Her thick thighs blended down to a pair of toned, sexy legs.

  She was the most perfect thing I’d ever encountered.

  And she was half naked, standing before me with nothing but pure lust dilating her eyes. “Why would you even contemplate letting me hurt you?” I asked, instead of answering her.

  “I want to be everything you’ve ever dreamed in a woman. And if that includes pain to get you off, then…” she shrugged a shoulder.

  There was more to her fantasy than a kink in submission. “I’ll only ask you one more time, Isabella. Why?”

  I could see her steady herself, and with more conviction than I’ve heard in her voice so far, she confessed, “Because if I do everything you ask of me in bed, then there’ll never be a need for you to go to someone else, right?”

  My knees threatened to give out on me.

  This beautiful creature was willing to let me do whatever I wanted to her body in order to fulfill a fantasy of being the only one. I wanted to kill whoever made her need this. And I thanked God that she left Xavier’s with me and not some random asshole who wouldn’t see everything I saw in her.

  She was being so open, honest and vulnerable and it amazed me how she could be so emotionally naked with a virtual stranger. I decided to be just as honest with her. “I’m keeping you, Isabella. After tonight, there is no way there will ever be anyone else for you.” I pulled my shirt up over my head, and tossing it on the floor, I stood there while she took in all my scars. Her eyes widened and they glossed over when her gaze returned to mine. “And I swear on my life, there will only ever be you from here on out.”

  I kicked off my shoes and toed off my socks as Isabella’s small, delicate hands started tracing the scars on my chest and stomach. I fought off the distraction of Isabella touching me and made quick work of my pants. Once I kicked them off, I knew I couldn’t wait much longer. “Where do you need me?”

  She shook her head. “Where do you need me?”

  I reached out and held one of her tits in my hand, caressing and kneading the soft globe. “Take the rest of it off, Isabella,” I ordered, instead of answering her question.

  She didn’t break eye contact with me as she reached around and unhooked her bra. I slipped my thumbs under the straps and pushed it off her body. Her glorious tits popped out and I knew I wanted this view for the rest of my life. As soon as Isabella went to push down her panties, I tugged my boxer briefs down and stepped to her until our bodies were flushed against each other.

  I took her face in my right hand and rubbed my thumb across her jaw, as my left hand reached around and grabbed the back of her thigh. I hoisted her up and pushed her back against the door as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

  She was breathing hard and her face was full of anxiousness. Her arms came around my neck, her hands playing with my hair. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered.

  I smirked. Lord, how grateful I was that she thought so. “I’m going to spend all night worshipping every inch of your body, inside and out, Isabella. I’m going to lick every pore on your skin. I’m going to mesmerize every blemish, every scar, every everything. I’m going to know how your tits feel in my hands and in my mouth. I’m going to know what your pussy feels and tastes like. I’m going to know everything it takes to make you scream my name.” I leaned forward and rested my forehead to hers. “And by the time morning comes, I’m going to know just how much pain you can take with my cock buried deep inside you, baby.”

  Isabella closed her eyes and let out a breathy moan, “Julian…”

  “But right now, I just need to be inside you, Dove.” I reached down between our bodies to test her readiness. Sure, I wanted to wrap my hand around her throat and pull on her hair as I forced her to take me, but that’s a different kind of pain from actually ripping her apart. I wanted her to crave my intensity, not be scare of it.

  Her pussy was soaked and she was trying her best to ride my hand. “Julian, please, I’m ready,” she promised.

  “I can feel how wet your sweet cunt is for me already, but I got a big dick, baby. I don-”

  “I don’t care,” she cried. “Please, Julian…”

  I positioned her pussy over my straining cock and slammed home.

  “Julian!” Isabella threw her head back and her eyes tightened shut at my invasion.

  I had to take a second to breathe. Isabella’s pussy was so goddamn tight, it felt like she might actually be cutting off circulation to my cock. “Dove…”

  She opened her eyes, while her finger nails cut into my shoulders. “Fuck me, Julian. Please.”

  I pulled out a little, testing her wetness, making sure I was coated with her juices as much as possible. “This is going to hurt, baby.”

  Then she blew me away with her words. “I don’t care. I want it to hurt.”

  It was all the permission I needed. I started slamming into her tiny body like my life depended on it. I fucked into her until she came all over me. I kept fucking her through her orgasm. I kept her sitting on my cock as I walked us to her bedroom where I continued to fuck her against her bedroom wall. I fucked her through two more orgasms before I let myself cum inside her.

  I fucked her four more times that night and I knew I would never get enough of this woman.

  Never.

  My thoughts returned to the party before me. Avery was already pulling put the microphones-because I had to make sure to get three-and hitting buttons, trying to turn the damn machine on.

  Isabella jumped up off my lap. “Geeze, Ace, let me do it. You’re going to
break it.”

  Avery gasped. “I would never!” She started petting the machine. “This beautiful piece of musical magic is sacred.”

  Chase just couldn’t help himself. “Musical magic? There’s going to be actual music coming from those speakers?”

  Quinn elbowed him in a huff and everything was as it should be.

  Chapter 3

  Sloth: Because I already have the woman I want…why do I need to even leave the house??

  Julian~

  I watched Isabella as she, happily, started putting the empty wine glasses away in the sink and it made me wonder why I ever bothered to leave the house. I could sit at home, every day, all day, just being with her.

  “Move in with me, Dove.” She gasped as one of the wine glasses met its demise in the sink.

  She whirled around to look at me. “Did you just ask me to move in with you?”

  I shrugged a shoulder. It made total sense to me. “Why wouldn’t you?”

  She let out a deep breath, as if I had no intelligence whatsoever. “Julian, I love you and I’ve no doubt that you love me.” She gave a rueful laugh. “In fact, I sometimes think that your love is the only thing I’m certain of. But we’ve only been dating for a handful of months, if that. Don’t you think it’s too soon to move in together?”

  I couldn’t help the heat that tickled throughout my body at her ‘dating’ description of what we were. We were not dating. We were way beyond dating. Hell, with the way I felt about this woman, we were way beyond marriage, at this point. Isabella was directly tied to my very existence. Without her, I didn’t think there’d even be a me anymore.

  “No. If I thought it was too soon, I wouldn’t have asked,” I pointed out.

  She eyed me as she made her way to me. She sat down on the couch and patted the empty space next to her, in a gesture for me to sit down. I sighed. No doubt, she was going to go into all the reasons why we shouldn’t or couldn’t move in together.

  But I sat.

 
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