by Sable Hunter
“Get up off your knees. What are you doing?”
“I’m getting my sub ready to take to bed. There’s a lot you don’t understand, yet. But – lesson one – you belong to me. As long as I am your Dom, I take care of you.”
‘As long as’ She had heard him use that clarification. “Oh.” Oh well, she understood that. And she could live with it. His touch made tingles of awareness shoot over her body. He rubbed her arms, his palms going from her forearms, up to her shoulders, where he tenderly pulled down her bra straps. Reaching behind her, he unfastened it. Goosebumps rose over her whole body. Being the object of Isaac’s intense scrutiny was heady, indeed. This bra was nothing like the others he had seen. It was just a plain white one with a little rosette in the deep vee of her cleavage. So when he leaned over and placed a kiss right over that little bud, she jumped.
“Easy, baby – I wouldn’t hurt you for the world. Even when I paddle that sweet ass, it’s going to be all about the pleasure.”
Avery started unbuttoning his shirt. Isaac smiled. Now wasn’t the time to tell her to keep her hands at her sides, he wanted them on him too damn bad.
“Are we going to make love again?” She hoped so; her body was going haywire at his slightest touch.
At her suggestion, his cock stood up even higher, as if answering roll call. “Yes, my near-virgin, baby. But, we’ve got to take it slow; I want to give that little pussy a chance to rest. I don’t want you to be sore. There are other things we can do.” As he talked to her tenderly, he pulled down the cups of the bra and slipped it off, kissing each nipple, pulling them into his mouth like pieces of candy. “We’re gonna kiss and cuddle and talk,” he was teasing her. “And if you’re good – I’m gonna suck your clit, lick your cream and make you purr like a kitten.”
“Heavenly. I’m ready to get to the purring part,” she assured him. He shed his clothes as she watched. In her writing, there had been several times that she had said the hero had a magnificent body. It was accepted romance novel phraseology, but until Isaac – she had never been privileged to see one in real life. He was ripped, and all she could do was stare and lick her lips.
She let him pull her down in the bed. This time she swore she was going to remember every touch – every kiss – every whisper. Being with Isaac like this was amazing. The other two times they had been together, she had been too nervous to focus on the sheer wonder of it all. Avery had never shared a bed with anyone, well - not since her last slumber party in junior high. And being cradled in Isaac’s arms was nothing like sleeping next to bony Janice Richards. He pulled her up tight against him. “How’s this? Comfy?”
She was completely surrounded. His arm was over her waist and one leg flung over hers, anchoring her down. And Lord help, he was buck-naked. How was she supposed to listen and respond coherently when his erect penis was nestled against her bottom? “Yes sir.” Immediately, teeth sank into the tender skin of her neck, the slightest, softest nip. “What did you do that for?” It hadn’t hurt; in fact, she wanted to press her bottom back against that baseball bat nudging her backside. As she thought about how it would feel, she couldn’t resist. Pressing her legs together, she pushed backwards. As she did, she tightened her pussy muscles, and then gasped at how good it felt. If he didn’t touch her soon, she would die.
“Hearing you say, Sir – you have no idea what that does to me, do you?” he growled in her ear. Stroking the soft skin of her waist, Isaac wanted nothing more than to sink into her heat and stroke himself to paradise and back.
“You like that better than this?” she pushed her rump into his erection again just to hear him grunt.
Laughing out loud, “God, you’re sweet. If you’re not careful, I’m going to spread those ass cheeks and give you a preview of attractions to come.” Stopping to give her a squeeze, he sobered. She had gone perfectly still. Had he scared her with the talk of taboo sex? “What are you thinking?”
Avery shivered, and he rubbed his hand up and down her arm. “I’m thinking that I might like that.”
Stunned. Damn! “Avery, you’re shocking me. And I think it was supposed to be the other way around.” The very idea that she might welcome anal sex was mind-blowing. His Avery? But back to the original topic, they had some things to iron out. This was just too important. “Twice you have answered me with ‘yes sir.’ Are you doing that on purpose? Cause, that’s music to a Dom’s ears. To hear you calling me ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’ is a bigger turn-on than you could possibly know.”
Avery scooted on her back so she could see his face. “I’m glad you like it. I said it the first time because I respect you and – I don’t know – I want to please you. When I was researching the topic, I saw how big of a part that plays in it all, and I wanted to show you I could be what you wanted.”
A low moan rumbled through Isaac’s chest. She had a true, loving submissive nature, an instinctual desire to please – an amazingly hot body, a gorgeous face and the tastiest lips in the world. In other words, she was perfect. “You just made me a very happy man. But, there’s a whole lot more to it than that. We’ll take it slow. Okay?”
“Do you want me to call you Sir?”
“Only when we’re in bed,” as he answered her, it hit him. Sex with Avery was going to be different than with an ordinary sub. His whole spirit went still. Hearing his name on her lips – ‘Isaac’ – was going to be the most precious sound he had ever heard. His world was changing, and Isaac was having a hard time keeping up with it. “Let’s play it by ear, okay?” Moving his thumb up to caress the arch of her cheekbone, he marveled at the wonder of being in this woman’s bed. Only in his wildest fantasies had even allowed himself to dream about this possibility. He wanted to cherish her, be so careful with her. “Lord baby, I want you so much. It’s going to be damn hard to hold back.”
“But, I’m. . .” she stopped, blushing. Dare she ask? He filled her bed. How she wished she could get up and grab her camera and record this moment for posterity. Isaac McCoy in her bed – would wonders never cease?
“You’re what?”
He narrowed his eyes and moved closer, and as he did about a thousand muscles rippled. Sweet Mary the man looked commanding. Even lounging nonchalantly in her bed he looked to be completely in charge. “I’m - in need. Please? I don’t want to wait. I’m not sore, at all.”
Her cheeks were flushed, and she was chewing on that suckable lower lip. “Jesus,” he groaned. With near trembling fingers he felt between her legs. “I love that you keep this sweet pussy bare. It’s so tender and soft and pink – and very, very wet. You do want me, don’t you?”
“Oh, yes,” and when she held out her arms he could deny her nothing.
Sitting up against the headboard, he pulled her to him. “This time you’re on top.”
“But, I don’t know how,” she protested.
“Did you ever ride a horse?”
His twinkling blue eyes let her know he was enjoying this as much as she was. “No, but I’d like to learn.”
“You will, I promise.” He arranged her luscious body on top of him. “Straddle me, sugar-tits.” When she slapped at him playfully, he held one breast up to his lips and kissed the pink, puffy tip. “That’s my girl. Today you ride me. Lift up.”
She rose on her knees and he rubbed the head of his cock from one end of her slit to the other, making her whimper with anticipation. Her whole body fizzed, which wasn’t surprising; every part of her was desperate to surrender to his raw magnetism. “You’re so big and hard. You wanted me, too.”
“You sound surprised. You shouldn’t be. I’ve always wanted you. Now ease yourself down – as slow as you want. Are you sure you aren’t too sore?” In answer, she began to sink down on his cock. This time there was no rubber to dull the sensation – Isaac had no idea what he’d been missing. “God, that feels fuckin’ fantastic.”
Avery held her breath relishing the burning, stretching, welcoming the invasion of his manhood into her body. Face it – she
loved everything about him – even that take- charge, blustering macho attitude that he loved to display at every opportunity. Grabbing for his hands, she wove their fingers together – “God, there’s a lot of you, McCoy. If we hadn’t done this before, I’d swear it was never gonna fit inside me.”
“Does it hurt, baby?”
Avery’s heart swelled at his concern. “It hurts really, really good,” she purred.
“I’m gonna take care of you, Avery. Just turn yourself over to me. I’ll give you everything you didn’t know you needed – in bed and out.” The lust raging in his blue eyes almost startled her. Would she be able to be what he wanted? Lord knew she was going to try. With a snap of his hips, he filled her to the brim, fully seating himself inside of her.
“Isaac,” she gasped, throwing her head back – arching her neck. She couldn’t be still, now she was on fire and he was the only source of relief. Placing her hands on his chest, she began to rock, rising up and down, impaling herself over and over again on his hard cock. “Oh, I like this.”
Wanting to touch even more of her, he maneuvered farther into the bed a few inches. “Now wrap your legs around my waist and your arms around my neck, and rub those hard nipples on my chest.” She didn’t quibble, but followed his directions to a tee. Isaac slid his hands to her ass and rocked into her. When she was on top like this he couldn’t pull his cock out, but there was something incredibly sexy about staying connected while hands glided over warm skin and mouths explored wherever they could reach. Avery might be new to this, but she was a fast learner. The sweet doll kissed, licked and nibbled his jaw, down his neck and across his pecs – scraping her teeth across his nipple, all the while making the cutest, most satisfied kitten noises. Hell, she was something else. Isaac loved the way her nipples were poking into him, rubbing the hair on his chest when she moved on to kiss another spot on his hungry skin. Shit, he was loving this – all of it. Every time he lifted his hips and drove into her a little deeper, she let the sweetest puff of air tickle his skin. It would be heaven to stay right here – his cock being milked by the object of his desire, but his body couldn’t wait – it wanted to cum. “Kiss me,” he demanded, urgently. Knowing how close they both were, he cupped her ass, lifted her high enough so that he could pull out and then ram back in - hard. Avery nipped his lip, pulled her mouth from his and arched in absolute ecstasy. And when she did, she clamped down on him for all she was worth. “Damn, yes – milk me doll, that’s it.” Isaac buried his face in her neck and sucked hard enough to mark.
“Yes! Yes! Oh my God!”
Avery held him tight –everywhere. Isaac came with a roar, pulsing inside of her with every beat of his heart. The world stopped spinning and the most magical quiet of his life, settled around him. He kissed the spot over her heart and she kissed the side of his face. And when he pulled out, his seed mixed with her cream covered his cock – fuckin’ Avery bareback was the most amazing thing he’d ever experienced. No more condoms for Isaac McCoy. His cock had found a home and it wanted no other.
He laid her back on the bed. “Remember the first lesson, sub. A Master takes care of what belongs to him.” Going to the bathroom, he ran the water till it was warm, wet a washcloth and returned to clean her tenderly. Patting her dry with a towel, he cleaned himself, threw the linens in a hamper and crawled back in the bed.
“Thank you, Isaac.” They returned to the position they were in before the lovin’ started. Only this time, he cupped one of her breasts like it belonged to him.
“For what, sugar?” he couldn’t resist planting a kiss on her shoulder.
“Thank you for the best time of my life.” She let out a perfectly happy – satisfied sigh and it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard.
She had only intended to close her eyes for a moment, but when she opened them, Avery could smell bacon frying. Odd. Coming awake, she started to move and about fifteen muscles protested. Oh yeah, she smiled – Isaac. With a careful move, she rolled over and buried her head in the pillow he had slept on. Yes, there it was – that mix of clean ocean breezes and leather. “Get up, pumpkin. We need to eat. I went to the store while you were napping. I made us BLTs for lunch. We’ve got things to do and people to see.”
Bouncing up, she faced him with an almost guilty look on her face. “Yes, I was – uh, just remembering what we did together.” Lord, she looked like an advertisement pitching the joys of an afternoon delight. Her hair was a bit mussed, those ringlets had a mind of their own, and all that cuddly softness made him want to run his fingers through those curls and kiss her till she begged for mercy.
“What am I waiting for, now she belongs to me,” he said, as if to himself. With one knee on the bed, he tugged her to him and took the kiss he craved. Bringing his mouth down slowly, it sent spirals of satisfaction through him when her lips parted right away and her tongue met his in a fiery mating. Isaac groaned – lost in the pulse pounding passion. Somehow, he pulled back, finishing the kiss with sweet smooches and little licks. He held her face in his hands and wiped the sleep from her eyes with his thumbs – “You are so damn cute.”
Avery stared at him, lifting a finger to her lips and tracing their swollen wetness. “I want to remember everything.” She had heard what he said, for now she belonged to him – for now. If this was only temporary, she planned on wringing every moment of joy out of it that she could. She reached up, and let her fingertips trail over his cheek. “You’ve shaved; I like how smooth you are.”
Realizing that he had been scruffy as hell earlier, he pushed back her hair and looked for the telltale signs of his rough beard on her skin. Yea, there was a red rash on her neck and the upper swell of her breast. “I used one of the disposable razors in your bathroom. Damn, I’m sorry, kitten.”
She cocked her head, glanced down and put her hand over his. “Stop, I wasn’t complaining. I don’t care about the redness, I loved the way your whiskers felt rasping against my skin, especially my nipples.” A blush flashed over her skin, she had embarrassed herself.
“I’ll be more careful in the future. Get up and get dressed, we’ve got a helluva lot to do.” Opening her closet, he thumbed through her clothes and selected a pair of blue jeans, a crisp white shirt and a denim vest. “Put these on, doll, we’re going to be out in the pasture. And these,” he chose a swirly skirt and matching top, “will be perfect for the party tonight.” He fully intended to buy her new clothes – some things that were in between ultra-conservative and the all-out seduction wear that he had seen her in the last few days. A tiny giggle made him face her. “What’s so funny?”
“In all of the fantasies I’ve had about you, not once did I ever picture you digging through my wardrobe and finding something for me to wear.” He wore only his jeans and a tank top – and Lord was he fine. “I like what you have on, you look sexy.” Good grief! Where was all this moxie coming from? Give a girl a little sex and she becomes Braveheart.
Isaac decided the bacon could wait. “You think I’m sexy, huh?” Pushing her back, he climbed into the bed, straddled her hips and whipped the tank top over his head.
“Mercy, mercy, mercy,” she intoned. “It should be a law that you have to go naked – a chest like that should never be covered up.”
Her praise pleased Isaac – in fact, he ate it up. She was looking at him like he was a sirloin steak and she hadn’t eaten in a week. He was about to let her feast, until his damned cell phone went off. “Hell!” He answered – and she took advantage of the situation and began to play. “Hello?”
“I can’t resist you,” she teased as the palms of her hands massaged the muscles of his chest.
He couldn’t concentrate, her body was too beautiful – and she was making him harder with every caress she gave him. Trying to quell her exploration, he placed a strong hand over one of hers, but she had two hands – and a lot of determination. And when she cupped his bulge – he almost lost it. “Hold on, Libby. I have a wild filly here that ain’t been saddle broke yet.”
“Oh, sorry,” Avery covered her mouth to stifle a laugh.
Pressing the phone to his thigh, he glared at her – but a smile played around his lips. “Is there something I can do for you? You do realize I’m talking to your future sister-in-law here. Do you want her to know you’re a sex maniac?”
“No sir, I’ll be good.” She tried to ignore the future sister-in-law remark, but her heart wouldn’t let her.
When she put her hands behind her back in a classically submissive pose, Isaac’s heart lurched. If it hadn’t been Libby on the phone he would have hung up and ravished her.
“Good girl. Now, keep your hands there till I finish talking.” He kissed her on the end of the nose. “And that’s your second lesson, loving obedience.” Isaac had a hard time keeping his mind on the conversation, he’d much rather watch Avery. But Libby had some things she wanted him to pick up from the store. “I’ll be glad to get everything you need, and tell Cady I’m bringing that guest we talked about.” He cupped the side of Avery’s head as he listened to Libby’s rapid-fire questions. “I’ll explain it all when I get there. Be patient, Libster. You two have fun at your doctor’s appointment.”
He rung off and pocketed his cell phone. Avery watched him grab his shirt and slip it back on. Drats, playtime must be over. “Do you have to go?”
“Yes, I have to go. But you’re coming with me, of course. Aron’s taking Libby to her gynecologist appointment and we’re going to take up the slack. She had let this check-up slip her mind and my brother refuses to let her skip it – party or no party. Come on,” he held out his hand and waited until she took it, “go get dressed, we’ll eat our BLTs and be on our way.”
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Avery pinched herself to see if she was dreaming. Surely this whole day was a figment of her overactive imagination. Isaac had handfed, handfed, her a bacon sandwich, punctuated with kisses. While she had slept, he had gone to the market. She had to admit, he was surprising her. And while they had eaten he had begun to explain to her about the Dom/sub lifestyle. “For the most part, all of this will only apply to the bedroom. I have no desire for you to be anything but my equal in all other areas of life. But if you’re in danger and you hear that tone in my voice – you’ll follow my directions to the letter. I will never have a motive other that to protect you or give us pleasure – that’s it. You can trust me.”