Atem was lucky that he was able to get to the door as quickly as he was, giving a gentle tap and waiting for the Domme to open before offering her a small, bracelet sized box
“I apologize for keeping you waiting Mistress, I had hoped to wait until I could gift wrap it properly but, alas,” he shrugged, waiting for Isabelle to open it
Inside the box was a hand-carved, hand-painted, clay figurine in Isabelle’s likeness, dressed in a classy leather outfit with a tiny crown on her head
“I modeled it after the queen peices in one of my chess sets, I’m sorry it took so long, the paint takes quite a bit of time to dry and then it’s been rainy so I couldn’t seal it as quickly as I’d have liked but… I just thought you might like it,”
Pausing, he leaned against the doorway, tugging the zipper on his full-length leather coat down and casually placing a hand on his hip to reveal the lingerie he had on underneath- a corset and panties with little decorative cuffs on his wrists and neck, all made of lace, with sheer black stockings and high heels to complete the outfit
“Ofcourse that isn’t the only gift I brought you, Mistress,”
The back-and-forth flrtation between Atem and herself had kept Isabel on her toes much more than she’d originally anticipated. Both as a person and a Domme, she’d long ago figured out that she required constant stimulation, constant interaction, a consistent banter to keep her interest piqued and her mind occupied. She needed someone who could handle her, who was able to cut through every single layer of bullshit shit tossed up, determined to break through and learn her at her core.
She’d had that, once upon a time, in a submissive who had proven to her time and time again both his loyalty and love. Though, she had been too young then. Too silly and self-obsessed and preoccupied to give the relationship what it had deserved. By the time she had...It was too late. The guilt haunted her every day. The overwhelming feeling of how different things might have been, how different she might have been, plagued her constantly. It was a state she’d never admit to anyone else. Something she rarely talked about and never allowed others to see. Not truly. Though perhaps the situation would have served to soften others, to teach a lesson previously thought unteachable, it had only caused Isabel to retract further into herself. To put up additional wall after additional wall, making herself a virtually impenetrable fortress, one that any interested party would likely become to weary and exhausted to fully overcome.
Atem, however...Something about the Switch had struck her as different from the first time they’d spoken. By no means did she consider herself to be falling for the man. She didn’t find herself considering or dreaming of a claim, something that at this point she felt to be utterly unobtainable for herself, with no matter of who the submissive half of the relationship might be. That was to say, it wasn’t him, it was her. Her insecurities. Her attitude. Her unshakable walls that to date, she hadn’t felt the other serious enough to even begin to break through. Even with that, though, the other was kind. He was intriguing. And goddamn, he was hot, a fact even Isabel Evans couldn’t simply overlook.
She answered the knock with a look of displeasure, intending to show Atem just how unimpressed she was at having had to be the first to initiate any real intimacy between them. Before she could allow even one word to cross her lips, however, he was offering her a small box- the gift she’d been promised. Reaching forward, Isabel took it from his hands, eyebrows furrowing as a look of curiosity formed on her features. “What’s this?” She asked, even as she moved to unwrap it.
Isabel listened as Atem spoke, though when she’d fully unwrapped the gift and pulled the figurine from its place, her jaw fell open slightly as a gasp escaped her lips. “Atem...” She began, her guard clearly lowered a bit by the thoughtfulness of the gift. “It’s....You made this?” She asked, eyes bouncing to meet his before returning to further examine the figure. Isabel removed it gingerly, careful not to break or damage it in any way, as she brought it closer to examine the craftsmanship. “This is lovely, Atem.” She said after a moment, a ghost of a smile forming at the corners of her lips. “Thank you. I will be sure to keep this safe.” Unlike their past encounters, the edge had been dropped from her voice just slightly, enough to ensure he was aware how grateful she was for the gift, and how much she truly liked it. No one had given her anything like that before, ever, though she certainly couldn’t even begin to recall the last time she’d been given a handcrafted gift.
Before she could say more, Atem had unzipped his coat, revealing the outfit he’d chosen for the evening underneath. Isabel’s eyebrows raised, her head cocking as she took all of him in, eyes admittedly lingering on one area, one spot, in particular. “My, my, aren’t you gorgeous?” She asked, tongue darting from between her teeth to wet her lips before her bottom one was pulled between her teeth. “I can’t say it’s not a first, having someone show up on my doorstep in that particular getup. But...I can say I’m becoming rather fond of it, even after just one encounter. Alright, I’ll give you that much. You may enter. First, however, you will rid yourself of your coat, and you will crawl into my suite. On your hands and knees, Pet. Now.” She said, voice sharpening with a snap of her fingers.
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