Although, Kendall did seem exceedingly happy these days. Well, perhaps happy wasn’t the right word. Kendall never looked happy. Perhaps supremely satisfied was the more accurate phrase.
Kendall and Logan also had similar dark tastes besides just a shared ménage lifestyle. Warrick also liked things a bit more regulated for lack of a better word. And Colton enjoyed those darker moments from time to time.
Warrick often demanded a certain amount of control during sex. His pleasures occasionally landed on the far side of dark. The kind of desires where a safe word was sometimes needed. Was Isabelle even remotely interested in that sort of play?
Would she even try it? What if she was willing to try it but didn’t like it? Should he even attempt it with her or decline what he usually enjoyed? If that became standard, would he then tame himself and sacrifice his regular pleasures, or let her go? These questions and others needed to be spelled out up front. Tonight. Before they went too far too fast. Before he was even more smitten with her.
There was no sense in getting so deeply involved with Isabelle if she didn’t meet the minimum requirements of his sexual demands.
On that note, he and Colton had agreed. They’d have dinner at his place tomorrow night, and discuss in detail how they operated. He looked forward to the date. Truthfully, it had been months since they’d been with anyone as a threesome.
It was likely why he’d been so initially taken with Isabelle regardless of her stance on both ménage sex or light bondage. He was simply overdue for any satisfaction. He’d gone too long without sexual gratification ménage style. But if they discovered she wasn’t interested in the darker life they enjoyed, then he wouldn’t pursue her.
Her beautiful face was conjured up in his mind and he mentally backed away from his singular requirements. Could he simply walk away? The answer wasn’t as clear as it might have been in the past.
Colton wasn’t as demanding as Warrick regarding the constraints of consensual bondage. No pun intended. He enjoyed it but didn’t require it. To be fair, Warrick didn’t have to have full sexual command during every single erotic encounter he participated in. He appreciated variety. He let go occasionally to take pleasure in less controlled settings. But he’d never fully release that aspect of his desires. Not even for Isabelle. Would he?
Or was it too late? Warrick truly liked Isabelle. He’d never been so foolishly taken with someone he hadn’t even had sex with yet.
Since he was typically looking for an escape route the moment they started any sexual relationship. Warrick had then contemplated having to live in town with Isabelle afterward, if they didn’t last very long. He’d certainly see her on occasion. In the grocery story, at the bank, with some other man.
The wall of rage created and looming large in his head at even thinking of her with another man besides Colton came as a harsh surprise.
What did it say about him that he couldn’t even think about her with someone else without a feeling of fury consuming him? He reminded himself that they hadn’t even had sex yet. He was foolish.
Perhaps he should put the brakes on and reconsider even a brief affair with her. Warrick shook his head, knowing he’d have her at least once. Like he knew the sun would rise in the east tomorrow morning.
Their coming sexual connection—for however long it lasted and at whatever intensity level they reached—was a foregone conclusion.
Afterward, he’d have to determine his own fate—to stay with her longer or eventually let her go—whatever that turned out to be.
* * * *
Isabelle counted herself extremely lucky that Gray wasn’t able to be at the evening manager’s meeting in person. With her very sedate and mellow, I’ve-already-had-two-orgasms-today attitude, anyone with eyes could tell she’d almost gotten laid.
The more important thing being that with the two long-awaited climaxes from earlier, she might as well have fucked both of them earlier in the day for as relaxed as she currently felt.
Jessica’s eyebrows went straight into her hairline the moment Isabelle stepped into her office later on in the day. Isabelle didn’t expect to fool her friend. At least not for very long.
“If Gray were here right now, he’d know exactly how you spent your day.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” she said, trying to keep her secret for a bit longer.
“Oh yes you do. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”
She shrugged. She had been hoping to hide her tranquil attitude for longer than a half a second. “I didn’t expect you to figure it out so quickly, but how would Gray have known?” Isabelle asked, her cheeks warming to lava-hot levels.