Two more swats on each cheek were all he managed before the musky scent of her arousal filled the air. Perfect. Upping the intensity each time his palm landed on her beautiful ass, he felt her relax a little more. This woman was made for him. Slipping his fingers between her thighs, Israel was thrilled to find her soaked.
“It’s going to be damned hard to convince me you aren’t enjoying this, Bristol. You’re fucking drenched, and I couldn’t be happier.” Pushing two fingers into her vagina, Israel smiled to himself when her muscles tightened around him, pulling him deeper, trying to keep him from moving away.
“Please.” The whispered plea was so faint, even with his enhanced hearing, Israel barely heard it. It was unlikely she’d meant to speak aloud, even less, she fully understood what she was asking for.
“Tell me what you need, Beautiful.” He knew—hell, it was pulsing off her in delicious waves—but it was important for her to put her feelings into words. Verbalizing what her body craved would go a long way to her understanding how fulfilling submission could be. Israel loved watching the look of astonishment on a new submissive’s face when they discovered the pure pleasure they could find when they let their bodies lead. Social conventions were so narrow, those new to the lifestyle rarely understood how sweet pain could be.
“More. I don’t know why. I’m not able to think enough to figure it out, but I know there has to be more.”
There is so much more, baby. Let’s up everything a notch, shall we?
Opening the top drawer on a nearby end table, Israel pulled out a couple of toys he’d hidden inside before heading out to the steak house. Using his legs, Israel lifted her ass until her legs slid apart several inches, giving him the extra space he needed. Pulling his fingers from her slick vagina, he used her juices to tease her rear entrance. She clenched her ass cheeks, giving him the perfect excuse to land a couple of stinging swats on her already cherry red flesh.
“Don’t even think about it. Relax those muscles and let me play with your pretty ass.” When she drew in a deep breath, Israel took advantage of her moment of distraction to push a finger past the tight ring of outer muscles. “There are so many nerve endings here—the potential for pleasure is off-the-chart.” Using his finger to slowly fuck her rear hole, he felt her juices soak through the lightweight fabric of his dress slacks. His cock was so hard, he wondered if it would burst through his zipper in a quest for relief.
“It feels… so naughty. I’m not supposed to like this.”
“Why? Because some uptight schoolmarm told you anal pleasure would send you into the fiery depths of hell?” He’d heard the same refrain so many times. Who the hell was talking to young people about sex, anyway? He kept imagining the nuns from the old Haley Mills movies his sisters used to watch on TBS. Hell, those movies had to be from the 1960s, but the girls loved the antics of Mills’ character at the convent school.
“Nobody talked to me about sex, except to say don’t do it until I was in medical school.” Holy hell, Israel wanted to slap his palm against his forehead. He’d read her file and should have known better. “It’s okay. I didn’t… well, I didn’t have a normal childhood.” She was speaking casually, as though he wasn’t working to relax the vice-like grip her anal passage had on his finger as he used it to fuck her ass. Before she’d finished speaking, Bristol was lifting her sweet backside into his touch. Pulling his hand from her body, Israel felt the loss immediately.
Coating a small plug with lube, Israel inserted the tip and kept up a steady pressure, unrelenting in his intent to seat it in his mate’s sweet ass. The plug was the smallest one he’d been able to find in his favorite shop. The small device would do little to prepare her for anal sex, other than introduce her to the sensual pleasure of having something in her ass. When he was balls deep in her, Israel would use the tiny remote to turn on the slender plug, and the vibrations would amplify the experience for both of them.
“Push all those stereotypes out of your mind, Beautiful. Let your body guide you. There is no room for embarrassment or shame between us.”
She nodded stiffly.
She hadn’t used words, something he wouldn’t always allow, but tonight was going to be an exception to many of the usual rules of protocol. His mate’s lack of experience in submission was eclipsed only by her sexual inexperience. Israel understood the importance of balancing her introduction to the lifestyle with the tamer elements of sex most people are exposed to in college and early adulthood.
It was ironic, as a gynecologist and obstetrician, Bristol advised patients on sexual topics she’d never personally experienced. Israel wondered if her input would change as she gained hands-on experience. Giving her ass a heated pat, Israel kept his hand in place, letting the heat from his palm intensify the sting.
“It’s different with the plug.” He loved hearing the airy quality of her voice. His mate’s arousal was a powerful aphrodisiac. There was a sing-song quality to her voice when she was sexually aroused, nothing like the fact-based physician, dealing with Charlotte at the club.
“Good different or bad different?”
“Oh, so good. It’s absolutely delicious. The swat pushed it just deep enough to remind me it’s there. I’ve heard the other subs talk about plugs, but I had the impression they were much larger.”
Israel couldn’t hold back his laughter. He could only imagine what the other submissives at the club had told her. It was terrifying to think about Bristol in the women’s locker room with Tobi West or Jen McCall. Hell, what was he thinking? His sisters would be able to coach her on all the ways to annoy him. Maybe he needed to rethink his plan to take Bristol to the club tomorrow night.
“If it’s all the same to you—I’d like to finish what you started before thinking about the club. I really need to come. My entire body is on fire.” She was grinding herself against him, pressing against his aching cock, and making it damned hard for him to think of anything but the overwhelming desire to fuck her.
“You’ll get five swats for trying to top from the bottom. We move on my timetable, not yours, Beautiful.” Even though she’d attempted to phrase the request as respectfully as possible, it didn’t matter, and it wasn’t a habit he wanted to encourage. Hell, the time would give him a couple of minutes to find his damned control.
Chapter Twelve
Holy burning ass cheeks from hell. The five swats Israel gave her because she’d politely asked him to get the hell on with it, fucking hurt. They still hadn’t turned to pleasure yet, and Bristol wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Maybe she wasn’t meant to be a sub after all. Spending the rest of her life having boring sex hurt a lot more than Israel’s monster paws landing on her backside, but holy fiery hell. Damn, she hated waffling between answers.
Indecision is a decision, Bristol. She could still hear Ms. Ames’s reminder. Her high school science teacher stepped up when Bristol’s parents died. Althea Ames took in a high school sophomore, agreeing to look after the brilliant but angry girl, who turned ten the day her parents were buried. Ms. Ames changed Bristol’s life in so many ways, she shuddered to think where she might have ended up without her. None of them had known at the time how short their time together would be. Althea knew she had cancer but hadn’t told anyone, worried the judge would place Bristol in a home where she wouldn’t thrive. Shaking her head, Bristol tried to push the sadness aside. It spoke volumes that she’d grieved Althea for years but hadn’t felt anything but relief when her parents died.