“Let’s see if I can’t help you refocus on the moment, Beautiful.”
Israel was above her, his cockhead pressing against her opening. Holy Hannah, she’d been so lost in the sadness of her past, she didn’t remember him laying her on the bed. Israel’s smile was part devilment and part promise.
“You’re right about the promise. You’ll soon learn I’ll never make a promise I don’t intend to keep. As for the devilment—well, you’re right about that as well.”
Holding up a small black box, Israel wiggled his eyebrows and smiled. Bristol saw him slide a switch along the top of the box a split second before he pushed his enormous cock so deep, she felt the tip press against the opening of her womb. It took her mind a couple of seconds to realize the reason it felt like her vagina was electrified.
“Fucking hell, baby. You were tight before—now it’s borderline excruciating.”
Bristol could hear the strain in Israel’s voice. She’d seen some of the plugs the Doms at the club used—they were huge. She was starting to understand why her friends insisted fucking with a plug was a whole new experience.
“You need to catch up, Beautiful, I’m not going to last long, and I want you with me when I come.”
She had big news for him—she was already spiraling over the edge so fast, he was the one lagging behind.
“Now, Bristol. Come with me.”
Israel’s command set off an explosive reaction beginning at her core before lighting every nerve ending on fire. Bristol’s skin was tingling, and her toes curled against the Egyptian cotton sheets as pleasure, unlike anything she’d imagined possible, washed over her. The power of her orgasm was so intense, she lost herself in the brilliant white fireworks exploding behind her eyelids. Israel’s lips sealed over hers before she could shout into the night. Growling deep in his chest, the vibration set off another soul-shattering release.
For a few seconds, the constant internal chatter in Bristol’s mind was turned off. The silence brought with it a profound sense of peace that recharged her soul. The escape so perfect, she had no idea how she could survive without it. Drat. Damned if the man wasn’t circumventing all her defenses.
He wasn’t playing fair. He had to know how much she wanted him. It wasn’t just the sex—it was also the connection, the feeling of belonging she’d longed for her entire life. As a child, she’d described it to a professor as standing on the sidewalk, watching through a window as a family enjoyed a holiday meal—everyone laughing and talking, the sound of their voices muffled by the glass and distance. Knowing she’d only be able to watch from a distance was sadder than not knowing such moments existed.
Taking a deep breath, Bristol tried to slow her racing heart by focusing on what she needed to get done. With the next several days off, she might be able to find another small apartment in a safer area while she waited for the architect to finish up the plans for her lake house. He’d been putting her off forever, and it was time for her to put some pressure on him.
Damn it all to blue bidets. I don’t know why he had to keep pushing. It wasn’t fair for him to try to bargain with her—he’d finish the plans if she’d have sex with him.
Israel was certain his blood pressure had to be so far off-the-chart, his eyeballs threatened to explode. He was going to delay a conversation about the architect because he was too fucking pissed to discuss it rationally at this point. First, he needed to remind her there was no reason to look for an apartment—hell, he thought the issue had already been resolved. Apparently, she hadn’t thought he was serious when he said she could stay with him.
“I’m looking forward to having you here with me, Beautiful. This apartment is large enough for the two of us, so there is no need for you to worry about finding a place.” He felt her stiffen against him and smiled down at her before rolling to the side, keeping them face to face.
“I’ll pay rent.” As long as it isn’t too much. Who was she kidding? An apartment like this was way out of her price range.
“Are you trying to earn another punishment?” When her eyes widened, he reminded himself how new she was to the lifestyle. “You will not pay rent to me or anyone else associated with Adler Oil. That is not up for discussion. We are destined mates, Bristol. I realize the timing isn’t right for you, but fate never makes a mistake. If you will stop and think about it, you’ll probably be able to think of a couple of reasons we might have met now rather than later.”
Israel could feel Bristol trying to step back emotionally. There were times he would allow her time to regroup, but it certainly wasn’t happening when they were discussing their future. Hell, he was still deep inside her—not a good time for a submissive to try to step back from his or her Dom.
“I don’t mean to seem ungrateful for all your help or disrespectful about mating. I just thought I would have more time to explore myself and the world around me without the responsibilities that accompany a full-time relationship.”
Israel waited, making an effort to stay patient while she sorted through her thoughts. He could feel her struggling to put her feelings into words. He already knew she was losing the battle to resist mating. After all, he’d meant what he said… fate never makes a mistake.
“For so many years, I was controlled by parents who had no idea what to do with me. I’m not being boastful, but I passed them intellectually by the time I started school. It was easier for them to ignore me than figure out what I needed. Once I was in school, the powers that be quickly discovered I was smarter than the average kid and how little my parents cared. Basically, I slept at home—that was it. The rest of the time, I was at school or spending extra time with academic coaches and tutors.”
“What did you do on the weekends? Where did you spend holidays?” He’d looked forward to each school break but doubted it was true of Bristol’s childhood. The Adlers might have lost their parents far too early, but they’d had amazing childhoods.
“Weekends were torture… holidays as well. Several teachers worked to send me to summer enrichment camps. I didn’t fully appreciate their efforts until I was in college.” She chewed on her lips and shrugged. “That’s why I sponsor kids who want to go to camp. If their parents can’t or won’t send them, I pay for it.”
Israel was thrilled to learn his amazing mate was a philanthropist. Giving back was something he and his siblings were devoted to.
“You need to work with Asia on this. Adler Oil funds several scholarship programs. I know Asia has been looking for ways to expand the effort. The two of you could do amazing things for kids.” Stroking the side of her face, he watched her eyes dilate and heard the slight hitch in her breathing.
“Sweet mate, belonging to me won’t stop you from exploring. You’ll be gaining a travel companion who is looking forward to seeing the world through your eyes. I’ll never try to hold you back, personally or professionally. I want to add to your life, not restrict it.” He was speaking from his heart and hoped she understood he was sincere—if not, he planned to step the process up tomorrow night at the club.
While she used the master bath, Israel used the guest bath down the hall and still beat her back to bed.