Chapter 3: Rising Action
"You are in pain," Isabella worriedly asked James. "Perhaps stretching will help. I may be able to assist with stretching you in a way that can help you feel better." She said tenderly.
"I know it's tough, but we'll work through it."
Isabella moved closer to James, her hands hovering over his injured leg. "Remember, I want you to breathe through the pain. You're stronger than you think."
James nodded, his eyes closed, his body tense. Isabella carefully positioned herself at the edge of his mat, positioning her knees on either side of his hips. She grabbed his leg and gently pulled it towards her, her chest pressed against his shin.
She could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the tension in his muscles. She locked eyes with him, her gaze steady and reassuring. "I know what I'm doing. I'm here to help." He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. Isabella smiled, her grip on his leg tightening slightly. As he exhaled, he could feel that the lace of his foot had been left resting upon the warmth between her legs.
"Now, let's start with a simple stretch," she said, her voice soft yet commanding.
"I want you to lie down on your back, your legs extended, your arms by your sides."
James followed her instructions, his body tense, his breath shallow. Isabella watched him, her gaze tender yet professional. She knew he was nervous, she could see it in the way his hands trembled, in the way his jaw was clenched. But she also saw the trust in his eyes, the willingness to let go, to surrender to the experience.
She positioned herself at the foot of his mat, her knees on either side of his calves.
"Now, I want you to bend your knee, bringing your foot towards your buttocks," she instructed softly. "Reach down and grab your ankle, pulling it gently towards your chest."
James followed her instructions, his breath hitching as he felt the stretch in his hamstring. Isabella watched him, her eyes gentle yet intense. She could see the pain in his face, the tension in his body. But she also saw the determination, the willingness to push through the discomfort.
"I am going to help you get a deeper stretch." And she moved her body up closer to his, and placed her chest again on his shin, and used her body weight to press Jame's knee into his own chest. This angle however, left her face hovering inches above his own. Isabella's vagrant locks of hair, hung from above, tickling Jame's noes. "Now count to ten and I am going to slowly pulse, push down on you and releasing on each count." He could see the traces of blue and grey dancing in her eyes.
Isabella whispered to James as she held his knee pressed firmly into his chest. His eyes locked onto hers, a mixture of discomfort and intrigue playing across his face. He looked down to see her breasts firmly pressed upon his knee, the angle of her on top of him accentuating their comely shape. He nodded, taking a deep breath before beginning to count.
"One... Two... Three..." With each count, Isabella pulsed, pressing down on his knee with her chest, then releasing as she counted. James's breath came in short gasps now, his face a mask of concentration. As she continued to pulse James again noted that his leg which was pressed between their chest had left his foot lodged in her groin. The movement of her pulsing nestling his foot to rub up and down on the warmth between her legs. Though he could make out some moisture, he could not be sure whether that was his own sweat, and not something else entirely.
The realization of where his foot was resting sent a jolt of electricity through him, and he could feel his heart beginning to race. He tried to focus on breathing, on counting, but the sensation of being so intimately connected with Isabella was overwhelming.
"Four... Five..." Isabella's voice was steady, her gaze intent upon his own. Her breath began to get deeper and more exerted, whether it was due to the exertion of her pulsing on his body or due to her own building anticipation for more - James was not sure. She could see the struggle in James's face, the battle between his body's response and his mind's resistance. She wanted to reassure him, to tell him that it was okay, that this was just their bodies responding to the intimacy of the moment.
But she also knew that they were playing with fire, that they were dancing on the edge of a line that they shouldn't cross. She took a deep breath, her chest expanding against his leg, then releasing as she exhaled. "Six... Seven..." she whimpered without breath. She could feel him now growing inside his shorts, and yet she would not break eye contact. His member was brushing up on her hips as she slowly pulsed on top of him, their skin glistening with sweat.
Isabella noticed the growing bulge in his shorts. She could feel the heat radiating from his crotch, his dick throbbing against her. She could see the struggle in his eyes, the internal battle between his desire and his restraint. She decided to push him further, to test his limits.
"Eight... Nine..." she whispered, her voice husky with desire. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "You're doing so well, James.
You're handling this stretch beautifully," Isabella whispered, her breath hot against his ear. She could feel his body tensing, his heart racing. She knew he was aware of her, of the closeness of their bodies, of the intimate nature of their position. She also knew he was trying to fight it, to resist the pull between them. But she could see the desire in his eyes, the hunger. And she wanted to feed it.
"Ten," he gasped, his voice ragged. Isabella stopped pulsing and noticed that Jame's left hands had moved to her ass, resting and guiding her while she was pulsing. Her face inches from his, her breath hot on his lips. She could see the desire in his eyes, the hunger. She could feel it too, a pulsing need deep within her core. She wanted him, and she knew he wanted her.
"James," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "This is where we cross the line. If you don't want this, tell me now."
He looked at her, his eyes searching hers. Then, slowly, he reached up and cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing against her lip. As she leaned in to kiss him, she shifted her weight off his hamstring and he cried out, "Ahh!"
Isabella moved off of him and knelt beside him. "You are in pain," Isabella worriedly asked James. She said tenderly.
James looked at her, his eyes filled with a mix of pain and desire. "I don't think stretching is going to help, Isabella," he said, his voice hoarse. "Maybe I should go see a doctor."
Worried, Isabella said " well Sarah, from the studio next door, is a masseus, perhaps I can ask her to come check in? It's the least I can do." Isabella's feelings looked hurt, so James put on a brave face and said, "can't hurt to try." Isabella smiled, relieved, and grabbed her phone to dial Sarah. "Hey Sarah, it's Isabella. I've got a client here who's really struggling with his hamstring. Do you think you could come down and have a look?" There was a pause before she continued, "Great, thanks. I owe you one." She hung up and turned to James, "Sarah will be here in a few minutes. She's really good, you're in great hands."
James lay back on the mat, trying to ignore the throbbing in his hamstring and the throbbing in his dick. Isabella walked over to the mini fridge in the studio, saying "This is completely against my regular policy, but I think we can both agree we are a bit beyond that," as she tossed him a mini bottle of Don Julio Blanco. "For the pain?" James smiled and said, "You better not make me drink this alone." Isabella smirked and grabbed another mini bottle. She twisted off the cap and handed it to him. "Bottoms up," she said, clinking her bottle against his. They both took a swig, the tequila burning its way down their throats.
James let out a cough, "Shit, that's strong."
Isabella laughed, "That's the point. Now, let's get you ready for Sarah." She grabbed a towel and a small tube of lotion from a nearby shelf. Kneeling beside him, she started to wipe the sweat from his body.
She began at his chest, her hands gliding over his pecs, his abs, her touch gentle yet firm. James watched her, his eyes darkening with desire. He could feel his body responding to her touch, his dick hardening in his shorts. Isabella noticed the tent in his shorts and looked up at him, a wicked smile playing on her lips.