Isla's Point of View"Remember your safe word, Isla. Say it as soon as you feel uncomfortable," he said. This is only the second time that we will use the room, but I remember Kairos being like this too the first time we did. Reminding me that saying my safe word in case the thing that he would do to me will throw me off my edge is just as important as pleasing him. I nodded my head at him. The fabric rope that is binding my arm with my legs could be tighter but Kairos chose to tie it a bit loosely so it wouldn't hurt me, but wouldn't miss its purpose which is to limit my movement and make me twice as vulnerable as the usual. With his hand wrapped around my neck. He pushes me to lie on my back and I immediately feel so fucking weak and exposed to him. My legs were hanging in mid-air! For the second time around. Kairos left me on the bed looking like a crab whose sole purpose of existence is to tempt everyone to eat me including people with severe seafood allergies. I tilted my hea
Isla's Point of View. Kairos let go of the fabric rope tied to the anal hook and to my neck. He pulled my hair rougher than how he usually does it. Because of the way I am tied up by him. I couldn't arch my back to help him give the access that he needed from me, in this case, access to my lips. He stopped moving from behind and leaned closer with the strand of my hair wrapped around his fingers. It hurts so bad and it feels like he'll end up snapping my neck."Open your mouth and kiss me back," he said to me and I did exactly that. I was feeling his tongue inside my mouth. Our lips continuously gnawing and tugging each other. A wince of surprise left my lips after Kairos pulled the anal hook off my ass hole. It relieved me. I still find having that hook in my butt uncomfortable and if he were to ask me if I want to try it again. I'd hesitate the second time around because truth be told. I am not the biggest fan of it. "Ahh ohh hmm!" From busily playing with my chest and nipple. Hi
Isla's Point of ViewI woke up to the rustling sounds of water coming from inside the bathroom. I remember falling asleep to Kairos whispering sweet things in my ears while he raked my hair, luring me to sleep. Aside from the fact that he is no longer next to me. I noticed that I was now well-wrapped in his black shirt and boxer shorts. I must be dead asleep that I didn't even wake up while he was putting this on to me. The scent of his shirt brought a smile to my lips. It feels like we somehow managed to find our way back to our honeymoon phase after that months-long detour. The smile on my lips soon faded after I remembered what he had told me about the room last night. Kairos said that we are not going to use it again and I feel like it was my fault. I need to clarify that to him! I still want us to engage in a way of being intimate and passionate with each other, but we need to do it according to my pace. I just got overwhelmed by what he did and all the equipment that he used t
Isla's Point of View "Kairos," I mumbled. He was just staring back at me, but it was clear in his eyes that I wasn't going to have his permission and that we would end up arguing the following morning after we made up. His gaze then went to my finger, my ring finger, specifically. I bit the inside of my cheeks and subtly hid my hand from his eyes though he had seen already that I was still not wearing our wedding ring. It crossed my mind to wear it back after I opened my eyes this morning. I just got distracted by the phone call that I received from Nicholas that I momentarily forgot about it again. "If you want to start a foundation of your own. You certainly do not need Nicholas. You can do that with your own money. I can help you with that. Mommy can help you too. Don't you want to just do it with me?" He said, almost begging at me. I glance at him from head to toe. I am starting to get annoyed by him earlier and now here I am chuckling and pinching the tall and proud tip of his
Isla's Point of View"Dear," Mama Olga said. I moved my head first but my eyes remained pasted on the screen of my phone for a few seconds before I moved it to where my mother-in-law is. She was sipping her favorite jasmine tea while she was eyeing me curiously. At first, I didn't know why she was giving me those castigating gazes. Pressing my lips against each other. My lips beamed a sheepish smile. I lightly shake my head too before I put down my phone. "You are distracted. What is bothering you? I am sure that whatever it is. It is not my son." I bit my tongue swallowed hard and sat up straight. Nicholas scheduled our dinner meeting at eight in the evening in The Glass House which is an hour away from where I am right now and if I didn't leave at this exact moment. I'll be late for our meeting."No. It's not Kai, Mama... but I need to go. I am sorry," I said, already holding the chain of my classic Chanel flap bag. Mama Olga downed her teacup at its saucer and then she looked up
Isla's Point of ViewNicholas smiled and nodded his head to me. I hung the chain strap of my flap bag around my shoulder and in time I got up from my seat. A waiter delivered the menu to Nicholas. He was about to hand me the one that was for me but stopped mid-way after he realized that I was getting up from my seat. I held out my hand to take the menu from the waiter that he gave to me wearing an accommodating smile on his lips. I turned to Nicholas to give him my copy of the menu too. "Would you mind ordering something for me? Besides, I am not craving for a particular dish right at the moment so anything is fine with me," I told him. Nicholas took the menu from me before he moved his head once. "I would love to. The pleasure is mine, Isla," he mumbled and that was my cue to excuse myself. When I got inside the powder room. I realized that I had no reason to be here. My make-up is on point and I am not feeling any need to use the toilet. Maybe I just got overwhelmed with what the
Isla's Point of View Rory is still holding my shoulder. She flashed a smile and laughed even more the more I looked back at her like a confused puppy. She stood up straight and then she tucked some wild hair behind my ear. Rory playfully pinch my chin. "I was just messing with you. You should have seen the look on your face, Isla. I thought that you'd cry right on the spot," she said to me and she was still chuckling at me. "You are so cute. This is probably why Kairos fell for you." "Those pair of doe eyes. Your overall damsel in distress demeanor. That husband of yours badly wants someone so weak as you that he constantly needs to coddle." The mischievous smile on her lips faded. She turned back to the mirror and finished shading her lips with the rogue red lipstick. I unconsciously watched her every move and all that I could say was God. I do look like her. Every facial feature of her resembles mine. It's not Kairo's fault for not realizing earlier that I wasn't Rory Spencer.
Isla's Point of View. "And a large size of cheese-flavored popcorn," I told the cashier. "It's a large-size sour and cream popcorn, Miss. She made a mistake," Kairos said just right after the cashier punched our order. I looked at him with a questioning look. "Why would you say that? I didn't make a mistake. I know what I ordered. It's a large cheese-flavored popcorn." "But that is not your favorite flavor," he said in a voice that only the two of us get to hear. I nodded my head at him. Of course, it is not. It's his because my favorite flavor of popcorn was sour and cream. I stared at him with my eyes wide open, "Is that why you told her to change it?" "Hmm. I want to try it as well. You are the happiest when you eat your sour cream-flavored popcorn." The female cashier cleared her throat. I grabbed the large box of popcorn off the table, leaving Kairos with our two large sodas. "How did you find out my love for sour cream?" I asked him as we were on our way towards the cinema