by Avery Gale
“Where is your lot?” He was surprised to learn she’d made a land purchase since it hadn’t shown up in the background check.
“It’s next to Cam and CeCe’s. They bought several parcels through different holding companies to get around the purchase restrictions. It seems the covenants were written to keep people from buying up a huge chunk to insulate themselves. CeCe told me they weren’t opposed to having neighbors, they were simply particular who they were.” She looked over her shoulder and grinned, “I can feel your surprise. Don’t worry, your report isn’t inadequate. The sale was private. The contract and deed are being held by a bank until the last payment is made next month.”
“You’ve built a successful medical practice, repaid your student loans, and paid off a tract of land. Beautiful, I don’t think you need Bronx’s advice.” What she needed was a good business administrator to manage everything.
“You’re right about the business manager, but they aren’t easy to find.”
Israel smiled to himself. Bristol answered as if he’d spoken aloud—their connection was growing and was particularly strong when they were touching. Putting his foot between hers, Israel pushed her right leg to the side, so her legs were shoulder-width apart.
“Keep your legs open, Beautiful. We’re going to play a little. When I say we’re going to play, you’ll know it means we’re in a scene. The dynamic between us changes from mates to Dominant and submissive. Tell me, you understand.”
“I understand, Sir.”
Fucking perfect.
“Perfect response, sweet sub.” Unbuttoning the shirt, she’d chosen from his closet, Israel pulled the placket apart. Exposing her breasts to the cooler evening air, he rolled one nipple between his fingers, enjoying the way it tightened into a stiff peak. “I love how responsive you are. As a Dom, there is nothing more satisfying. As your mate, it thrills me to know your body recognizes my desire.”
Shifting his position, so his feet prevented her from moving hers back together, Israel wondered how long it would take her to notice the floor of his deck was glass as well as the sides. It was unlikely anyone would look up, and even if they did, only another shifter would have vision keen enough to see her exposed sex, but the feeling would still be the same. He didn’t want to share her, but he loved doing public flogging scenes. A naked sub, tied and waiting for his lash, was heady indeed. Israel could hardly wait until they could perform at Prairie Winds.
There was something about the energy from an audience—it was always a powerful force added to a scene. Even nonmagicals benefitted from the powerful dynamic, but the effect was most noticeable with magicals. Shifters and other beings with special abilities were particularly sensitive to changes in electrical fields, so their excitement was fed by that of an enthusiastic audience. He hoped there was enough residual energy from the city below to give her a small taste of how sweet exhibitionism could be.
Bristol looked down, and Israel knew the moment she realized how exposed she was, despite the considerable distance to the ground. His gorgeous sub was suddenly struggling to cover what he considered his to show off.
“Don’t move, Bristol,” Israel growled. “You are precisely where I want you.” She stopped moving, but he could feel the panic bubbling up inside her. “The only people who have a prayer of seeing you are other shifters, Beautiful. I am looking forward to showing you off. You are gorgeous. Lush, curvy, shining pink bits between the thighs of a real woman rather than a toothpick who spends all their time hungry—you are pure perfection. Stop believing what the magazines tell you is beautiful. Don’t worry about what other people can see. Your Dom is the only one who counts, and right now, I want you to focus on the pleasure.”
“Y-y-yes, Sir.”
Israel looked forward to the day she’d recognize him as her master. He didn’t want a 24/7 slave, but he’d be damned happy to know she saw him as the master of her pleasure.
“If I slid my hand between your legs, what would I find, Bristol? Are the folds of your pussy slick with your cream? I can smell your arousal—it’s the sweetest fragrance on Earth.” Sliding one hand slowly down her torso, Israel made certain he lingered over every curve. “Goddess above, you are a gift. Sexy curves, silky soft skin, and a brilliant mind. I’m more blessed than I deserve, but I’m not about to surrender a single godsend.”
When he felt her tremble in his arms, he knew it wasn’t because she was cold. Hell, heat was pouring off her. It was great to have a mate who was already a shifter. He understood exactly what her body signals meant and didn’t need to worry about how her body would react to being claimed. She was close to climaxing, and his fingers were still several inches above paradise.
Bristol’s faint whimper when he moved his hand from her breast was music to his ears. He was glad he’d had the foresight to wrap his arm around her, tightening his hold just beneath her breasts in case her knees folded out from under her, as he suspected they might. As an added bonus, her full breasts lifted in tempting invitation.
“You liked it when I pinched your nipples didn’t you, Beautiful? I can hardly wait to experiment with clamps. Have you played with them before?”
“Yes. No.” Israel smiled to himself—you have to love brilliant women. He’d asked two questions, and she’d answered both. Keeping his hands on her, he waited for more. He could feel her mind spinning and was more than willing to give her time to find the words she was searching for.
“I haven’t played with much aside from a vibrator and light paddling. I spent most of my time observing when I was at the club. The other submissives kept telling me to let go and just have fun with it, but having sex with someone I didn’t feel any connection with felt wrong.”
He was grateful she’d followed her heart. He’d talked to enough subs over the years to know how devastating guilt could be when they caved to peer pressure. Knowing Bristol stayed true to herself meant they had one less challenge to overcome.
“The connection between us is so strong, and I know you can feel the electricity it generates. Hell, we’ll probably set the place ablaze when we climax together. I want to give you a small sample of how great it will be. Lean your head back against my shoulder.” He didn’t want her falling forward. There was no way she could fall over the barrier, but she could damn well hit her head on the metal cap topping the glass wall. The satin curtain of her hair brushed against his cheek, making his cock swell to the point, he hoped there was enough blood pumping to his brain to keep him focused on Bristol’s pleasure.
As soon as his fingers moved between her legs, she sagged against him. The rush of cream washing over his fingertips was pure liquid silk. Her folds were swollen, and he vowed to repeat this as a mini scene in front of a mirror, so he could see her labia flower open like the petals of a rose. The ancients described a woman’s sex as a blood-red rose, and every Dom he knew agreed the comparison was spot on. Watching the petals of a woman’s labia fill with blood and fold back like a blooming rose was one of life’s most precious moments.
“There will be times, I want you to hold back your release, but that’s another day… another scene. Not today and not now. Come when you are ready and as many times as you can.” Using the calloused pad of his finger, Israel circled her clit until it was fully exposed.
“I’m so close… so, so… Oh. Yes.” The words were airy and within seconds, lost in a scream of release he’d been looking forward to hearing. Israel loved hearing his mate shout his name as orgasm claimed her sanity for a brief moment in time. Feeling her collapse into his arms was as emotionally satisfying as it was sexually gratifying to feel her cream wash over his fingers.
“Again.”
“I can’t. I’ve never been able to…” He tightened his hold, interrupting her denial.
“You can. You will. Give it to me, Beautiful.” Slipping his fingers into her soaked vagina, Israel felt her stiffen against him. “Don’t you dare be embarrassed by that magnificent sound. Damn, that’s a huge turn on. Kno
wing you are so wet, we can hear the sound above the traffic is hotter than hell.” Curving his fingers, the tips brushed against the soft spongy spot that sent her into orbit. Two more orgasms, one immediately on the heels of the first, left her limp in his arms. He sucked her juices from his fingers, savoring the tangy flavor of the woman destined to be his mate.
Picking her up, Israel simply held her for several long seconds, loving the way she felt cradled in his arms. Rolling Bristol into his chest, he relished her soft moan when he nuzzled his nose in her hair. He looked forward to claiming her as his mate, but for now, he would have to be satisfied with a killer round of swinging from the chandeliers sex.
Claiming Bristol was his goal, but he’d count knock you on your ass sex as a close second. He’d already ordered their dinner, but it wasn’t scheduled to be delivered for another two hours. Yes, indeed, he had plenty of time to make love to the woman whose orgasms lit up downtown Austin a couple minutes ago. Hearing her cries of pleasure fill the evening air was humbling and notched up his desire for her more than ever.
Looking down at her, spread out on his bed, Israel couldn’t get out of his clothes fast enough. He had a condom rolled on and was moving over her within seconds. Skimming his lips over the shell of her ear, he appreciated the goosebumps racing over the surface of her skin. Her nipples were tight peaks pressing against his chest, and the heat of her sex was teasing the tip of his cock.
“I want you, Bristol. I want to make sweet, achingly slow love to you, but I think I’m past that point. This is going to be hard and fast—we’ll get to slow and sweet in a few minutes.” Her body answered for her. The scent of her honey floated around him as she lifted her legs, opening herself even more—until no part of her sex was hidden from his view. The head of his cock pushed through the outer folds, the heat so intense, he fought back the urge to plunge in balls deep. “You’re so tight… so hot. Goddess above, you feel like heaven.”
The muscles of her vagina were rippling around him, the rhythmic contractions trying to pull him deeper. He could hardly wait to fuck her without anything between them. They hadn’t talked about it yet, and he hadn’t wanted to take time for that conversation tonight. This evening was about establishing a deeper level of trust required for a solid foundation of intimacy. Relationships between shifters typically moved much faster than non-shifters, in large part, because they were such sexual creatures. Israel knew it was important to stay tuned in to Bristol’s verbal and nonverbal messages, but it was getting more and more difficult.
“Please. I want to feel you all the way inside me. Your cock is hot. And huge.” Holy hell, please go slow. It’s been so long.
He wasn’t sure how long it had been, but she was so tight, he knew he needed to take a deep breath and focus on inching forward. Tuning in to Bristol’s needs was a mixed blessing. Her body was clamoring for patience, but her soul longed for something more demanding—the hard-core, pounding into the mattress sex he longed to give her.
Chapter Seven
Bristol’s mind was melting from pleasure. The heat coming from Israel was so intense, she was having trouble keeping her thoughts from evaporating into a fine mist. Everything about the man was hot, and when he came over her, resting most of his weight on his forearms, there was still enough pressure, she had no doubt who was in charge. He’d said tonight was all about her pleasure, and she understood what he was trying to do, but the truth was, her pleasure fed off his. She needed to feel wanted. Feeling desirable was gas to her flame, and he was pouring it on by the gallon.
The rounded head of his cock was sliding through her slick folds, and the anticipation was killing her. Bristol hadn’t had sex in so long, she’d started referring to herself as a born-again virgin. The other subs at the club laughed, but there was a sad element of truth, Bristol found embarrassing. She’d spent years learning how to bring babies into the world and often wondered if she would have any of her own. Hell, the way her love life had been the past few years, immaculate conception was her only hope. I keep watching for that damned star… but so far, nada.
“Bristol, I would like nothing more than to make your love life the envy of every woman you know. When you are mine, I’ll make certain you’re well satisfied, and I’ll look forward to the time you’re ready to start a family.” She could hear the sincerity in his voice, and if she wasn’t careful, he was going to slip right past every last one of her defenses.
Damn, why did fate send me the right man at the wrong time?
“Have faith, Beautiful. Fate never makes mistakes. Now, I want to refocus on enjoying the feel of your soft curves. Damn, you feel so fucking amazing. I’m going to map every square inch of your luscious body with my tongue. I’ll know each sweet spot—what makes you moan, what elicits a gasp, what makes you blush, and what triggers those hot little goosebumps I saw earlier.”
His words distracted her from the shallow thrusts he was using to give her body time to adjust to the intrusion. The heat generated by her stretching tissues felt like flames licking up and down her vagina, wrapping him in heat so intense, she hoped it was scorching his control. She wanted him to shove himself in until his scrotum slapped against her ass, but she worried the move could actually tear her in places she’d rather not have stitched up. She’d seen the damage that could be done, and it wasn’t pretty.
But I want him buried deep inside. Now.
“We’re so close, Beautiful. I won’t ordinarily allow your mind to wander while I’m fucking you, but tonight it served my purpose.”
“Something… oh, dear Goddess… to remember.”
“Indeed. I want you to stay in the moment. The only mental field trip I’ll allow is subspace, and I’ll be happy to have you launch into that part of your head anytime you can manage it.” Her vaginal muscles rippled around him, and he smiled down at her. “Have you ever been in subspace, my sweet mate?
“No. I’m not sure I’ll be able to let go enough for it to happen.” She’d heard subs talk about the joys of the endorphin-induced high, but she’d never come close to experiencing it. She’d never thought it would be possible, but she hadn’t thought she could have one orgasm immediately after another, either.
“Trust me to take you where you need to go, Sweetheart. I’ll get you where you need to be. You only need to put yourself in my care.” He didn’t give her time to protest before pulling back, leaving only the head of his long cock sheathed before he jerked his hips forward. The heated tip pushed against her cervix, and Bristol heard herself scream as pure, white-hot pleasure streaked through her body.
“Yes. Again. Oh, please don’t stop. It’s so hot… so good… More. Now.” Bristol didn’t know if she was speaking the words aloud or if they were only being shouted in her mind. A small part of her knew it wouldn’t matter, Israel would hear them either way. The slow pace he set felt good, but she wanted more. She needed more. Maybe… if she could shift her position…
“Stay where I put you, little sub. When I want you to lift your glorious ass, I’ll tell you.” Israel’s pace never changed, but his voice was pure sexual dominance. “Who is in charge of your pleasure, Beautiful?”
“You, Sir. You’re in charge.” Bristol finally understood the needy tone she so often heard in other submissives’ voices during scenes. The begging tone often came off as manipulative whining, but now, it felt more sincere. Holy handmaidens, she wouldn’t have been able to speak in a normal tone if her life depended on it.
“Talk to me, mate. Tell me what you need. I may be able to hear your thoughts, but the heat we’re generating creates static, making telepathy unreliable, at best. I want to feel your pussy milking my cock the way it did my fingers. The liquid rush of your release coating my fingers was one of the most erotic things I’ve ever experienced, and I already know feeling it coat my dick is going to blow my mind.”
Bristol could feel her body slipping deeper into arousal, the pressure in her womb winding tighter and tighter. It was only a matter of seconds u
ntil the spring inside her sex snapped… Damn, she hoped her brain cells didn’t fry. There was a very real chance she was going to be left a mumbling shell of herself.
“Harder… please… Sir.” Surprise whispered through her mind. She wasn’t sure how she’d managed to push the words out, but his response was immediate—and perfect.
“My pleasure, little sub.” Israel’s voice was laced with satisfaction and tenderness, but his body’s response was the polar opposite. The muscles of his back were sheets of steel beneath his sweat-dampened skin.
Bristol could feel the subtle increase in tension as his hips thrust harder and faster. Once… twice… The third time their bodies met, hers erupted in a blinding release. A keening wail in the distance registered in the back of her mind, but whoever the woman was, she was on her own. Bristol was too caught up in her own glitter storm to worry about someone else. Bright, sparkling lights behind her eyelids burst into colors so brilliant, they defied description.
“Open your eyes, Bristol. Now. I want to see into your soul when you come.” Her eyes opened on their own, and she was astonished how quickly the muscles responded to his command. “Your body recognizes its mate and Master, Bristol. Let go. I’ll catch you.”
His reassurance was the last thing she heard before a second orgasm hit her with even more force than the first. Bristol felt her back arch involuntarily, a millisecond before everything around her disappeared in a blinding flash of white, sending her tumbling into darkness.
Israel was wrapped in the most intense heat he’d ever experienced. He’d been sexually active since he was a teen and never experienced anything close to the mind-melting release he’d just had with Bristol. Reading about the deeper connection hadn’t done anything to prepare him for the reality. Mustering the last vestiges of his strength, Israel rolled to the side without pulling out of his mate. It didn’t matter he hadn’t officially claimed her—Bristol Banks belonged to him.