Afterglow: A Brother's Best Friend Romance, page 10
“More,” she begs.
“Such a needy girl.” I smirk. “Does my good girl want another orgasm?”
She nods, her eyes pleading for me to give her what she desires. And who am I to deny her?
I let down her legs and flip us over so she’s on top. “Ride me,” I command her.
Like the good girl she is, she grinds on me, and damn if it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Watching her ride up and down is better than premium porn, and it’s only for me.
“That’s it, princess, ride my cock. Fuck me good and hard.”
She cries out, throwing her head back as I buck my hips into her while she rides me exactly how I like it. Did we know each other in a previous life or something? How are we so in sync already? A tingle in my spine tells me my orgasm is approaching, but I want her to come with me.
Lifting my hand, I pinch her nipple hard. She gasps, and her walls flutter a little around me.
“Are you close?” I ask.
“Y-yes.”
I flip us around so she is lying on her back again and dive into her with needy thrusts. I’m focused on giving us both the pleasure we desire right now, but I’m in awe of how fucking hot Izzy looks.
Her head is leaned back, and her eyes are rolled up, a look of pure ecstasy written all over her face. Nothing has ever turned me on so much, and if I’m not careful, I’m going to blow before I finish my mission of giving her a second orgasm.
“You. Are. Fucking. Amazing,” I grunt out with every thrust and lean down to bite her neck hard enough to leave a mark.
“Yes,” she screams as she climaxes again.
Her pussy has a vice grip on my cock, pulling me over the edge with her.
“Shit!” I groan as I empty into the condom, collapsing onto my forearms and hovering over her.
My lips trace a path over Izzy’s face and neck as I pepper her with kisses while our breathing evens and our heart rates return to normal.
“That was…” Izzy starts, but it’s like she’s at a loss for words.
“The best sex of your life?” I finish for her, and she giggles.
I slowly pull out and discard the condom before lying down again and pulling Izzy into my arms. Her head rests on my chest as she traces invisible shapes over my chest with her finger.
“Very close,” she says.
I chuckle. “Well, we’ll have to go for another round later. I can’t let someone else hold that title.”
She smirks up at me, and I lean down to steal another kiss.
“A week ago, my world was falling apart. But today, I’m lying in paradise with the man of my dreams. I’m not sure I deserve this, but I’m happy it’s happening.”
“You deserve the world, Izzy.”
I hold her tight, knowing there is no way I’m ever going to let Isabella Thatcher out of my life.
She’s mine now, and no one will ever take her from me.
Chapter 13
Izzy
“We are each going to fill these out.” Dax hands me a stack of papers and a pen. “Have you used this one before?”
“Not this one. When Leo and I did our limits, we used something else and just gave a verbal yes or no,” I say as I sit cross-legged in one of the giant recliners in the theater room. Dax plops down next to me, setting a few things on a table between us.
“That’s common, but I’m a big fan of written lists. This one is my favorite because it’s not only detailed but, on the side, it’s separated into two parts, so we don’t have to fill the list out twice.”
I nod, looking over the long list.
“Next to each limit, it will say done. That means you have tried it. You fill that out if you’ve had it done to you and if you’ve done it to a partner. I’m sure most of your answers about to someone else will be no because you’re a sub. Don’t feel insecure if you haven’t explored a lot. It’s just good to get a baseline. Next, we rate that limit. Starting out with if it’s essential, something you can’t see being happy without in our relationship. Then going to something you’re curious about. Maybe you’ve never tried this, or only once, and want to experience more before deciding if you like it or not. Next, we have a scale. These are for things you’ve tried enough to be able to make your mind up about. Five is you love it. Four, you like it. Three, you don’t mind it. Two, you dislike it but will put up with it for your partner. One, you hate it, but you’ll put up with it for your partner. Then there is the option for a soft limit, which is something you won’t attempt at this time but might be open to in the future. Lastly, you can circle a hard limit, which is obviously something you will never attempt…”
He pauses, wincing, and I shoot him a curious look. “What’s wrong?”
He shakes his head. “I’m just explaining all of this to you like you’re a total newbie. I don’t want you to think I’m treating you like a child.”
I giggle. “You’re too sweet. I don’t mind you overexplaining the list. This one is new to me. Have I seen similar lists? Yes. Would I be able to figure it out on my own? Probably. But I like that you’re taking your time to make sure I understand it. You want me to be safe, and I appreciate that more than you’ll ever know.”
He lets out a breath of relief and nods.
“Why don’t we start?” he suggests, and I give him a big smile, so unbelievably happy at this moment. “Anal.”
Another giggle escapes my throat. “I’m sorry. Sometimes I turn into a schoolgirl with these lists.”
He laughs and nods. “I get it. Some of them make me laugh too.”
I circle that I’ve tried it for myself and rate it a three, then circle that I haven’t tried it on someone else.
I look at Dax’s list, surprised that he’s had anal play done to him and even more surprised that he rated it as a four.
“That’s going to be fun to try.” I snicker.
He chuckles. “I figured you would think that.”
We move on to impact play next, which most of them end up being a hard limit for me. The only one I’m open to is spankings. I don’t like objects being used on me in that manner, which is thankfully totally okay with Dax.
We agree that body modification is also a hard limit for us.
When we get to bondage, we talk about it a lot. Dax already knows I wanted to try Shibari, but we discussed all the different types of bondage. As an occupational therapy student, I’m cautious about much of it, but I am also extremely curious about it. Until we can take classes to make sure we do bondage correctly, we agree to only use cuffs and spreader bars.
We both agree that cutting, electricity, and bodily fluids besides cum are hard limits.
“Face slapping?” Dax asks.
I grimace. “Hard limit.”
He nods as we both make notes on our pages.
We continue like this for a while, making our way through the list. Thankfully, we don’t come across anything that is a hard limit for one of us and essential for the other.
Once we get to the end, I feel like I know a lot more about Dax and am happy that we did this.
“Okay, ready to set your safeword?” he asks.
“Yes, Sir,” I reply with a smile, and he growls and kisses me.
“I love hearing those words on your lips.” He gives me another quick peck. “So, what do you want as your safeword?”
“Unicorn.”
“That makes sense for you.” He chuckles. “Ready to set up our rules?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He leans over again, presses his lips to mine, and hovers there while he gives me soft, gentle kisses, making me giggle, then sits back and grabs a notepad off the table along with a pen.
“Okay, so you stated that you want me to make you a list of things to do each day. What do you think your punishment should be if you don’t finish the list?”
I ponder the question briefly before responding.
“I would like to say spanking, but that’s probably more of a reward,” I say with a smirk.
He laughs and nods. “I saw how you squirmed with excitement when we spoke about spanking. We’ll leave that as a funishment.” He shoots me a wink. “How about you won’t be able to come that night?”
I gasp, but it would probably be a fair punishment. “That sounds fine.”
“I’ve really enjoyed our routine of dinner after work but would like to add to it. As soon as we are done with dinner, you are to go to our room, get naked, and wait in a submissive kneel by our bed. Some nights there might be added requests for what you are to do, but this is the basic. I’ll clean up, and when I’m finished, I expect you to be ready for me. If you are not ready, you will be spanked and not allowed to come. If you listen, you’ll be given multiple orgasms every night.”
“Can I add an exception to the rule?” I ask.
“What would that be?”
“I don’t like sex on my period. That’s not something that we came across on the list. So, during my period, can we change it to something else?”
“Of course, princess. I should have thought to ask you about that. How about during your period, after dinner, you get mostly naked. You can leave on your panties and lie down on the bed. When I’m done cleaning up, I will give you a massage.”
“Oh, I like that.” I squeal, the idea alone making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
“That way, I still get what I need, which is to touch and please you, and you get what you need.”
Damn, this man is fucking perfect.
“Now, aftercare,” Dax says, bringing us to the last item we need to talk about tonight. “What do you need?”
“I need words of affirmation and physical touch. So holding me, cuddling, telling me how good I did… all of that. After a very intense scene, I usually need sugar of some sort. Like orange juice or chocolate. What about you?”
His smile is wide, and I wonder if other subs have forgotten to ask him about his aftercare needs. It’s a common misconception that aftercare is just for the sub, but that isn’t the case at all.
“Your aftercare is honestly perfect. I love to hold a partner after a scene. I’m not normally a big talker after, but I can easily change that for you. For me, what I need more than anything is to make sure you’re okay. So I want to clean you up, make sure you’ve had something to drink, and hold you. Telling you how perfect you are will be an easy add-on,” he tells me with a wink.
His phone dings beside him, he shoots it a glance, but then his eyes light up, and he opens it.
“What is it?” I ask, more than a little curious.
“Do you get emails from Afterglow about events?”
“I used to, but Leo and I stopped playing there a little while ago, so I unsubscribed. I was getting a serious case of FOMO, but Leo was insistent that he didn’t want to share me with anyone. I wanted to respect his boundaries.”
“Because you’re a fantastic girlfriend,” Dax says, then kisses the top of my head. “There is a Shibari workshop happening next weekend. We could sign up. It says here that we’ll learn the basics of safe rope play. Would you like to go?”
Excitement radiates through my body as I jump up and land in Dax’s lap, peppering his face with kisses.
“I would love to go. I can’t wait for you to tie me up.”
“Just remember, if at any time you decide it’s not something you are into, we can go home. It’s all about learning and figuring these things out.”
I nod and kiss him again, this one more sensual and filled with heat, and rock my hips, pulling a moan from Dax, causing heat to form in my lower stomach.
I’m about to ask Dax to fuck me when my phone rings.
“Don’t answer it,” Dax begs, and I’m about to comply when I see my mom’s picture lighting up the screen.
“Sorry,” I murmur and answer the call. “Hey, Mom? What’s up?”
“Hi, baby girl, how are you?”
“I’m good, Mom. How about you? Anything new going on? Sorry I couldn’t make family dinner tonight. I’m just needing a little space after the breakup.” It’s the same lie I sent her in a text this morning.
“About that. I know you said not to answer if Leo called, but I just couldn’t help it. He’s sorry about fighting and wants to talk to you. I think you should hear him out.”
I put the phone on speaker so Dax can hear the conversation.
“What did Leo say when he called?” I ask, and Dax’s face turns deadly.
“He asked if you were staying here. I told him you were at Caidance’s.”
I gasp as my blood runs cold. “You did what?” I shriek. Dax wraps his arms around me, giving me a gentle squeeze, the action instantly calming me down.
If he called my mom, he’s looking for me, and I wonder if he will show up at Caidance’s house. If he thinks I am there and Caidance says I’m not, he’s going to assume she’s lying.
Would he try to hurt her?
What if Briana isn’t home?
She scoffs. “He’s not just going to show up.”
I will send a text to Caidance to let her know what is going on and to be prepared. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to anyone because of me.
“He knows where she lives, Mom. What if he does just show up?”
“Then you talk,” she states like it’s no big deal.
I decide to tell her the truth. “Mom, he beat the shit out of me the last time we talked. I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to see him again.”
“What?” She gasps. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I didn’t want Dad or the boys going crazy. And because I’m not going to the police.”
“Why the hell aren’t you?” She growls. “He deserves to sit behind bars.”
“Because he won’t, Mom. You know that. Men like him don’t go to prison. They post bail, get good lawyers, drag the victim through the mud, and get a slap on the wrist. I don’t want to spend any more of my time even thinking about that asshole. I’m free from him, and I’m actually happy. I didn’t realize how poorly he treated me until I started seeing someone else.”
Dax’s eyebrows shoot up, and I grimace and shrug. I guess I’m just letting it all out tonight.
“You’re already seeing someone else?” She gasps. “Isabella Thatcher, it’s only been what, a week? You can’t move on so quickly.”
I sigh. “Mom, you can’t tell me how fast I can or can’t move on. Besides, this guy is actually a good guy.”
“How can you be so certain? We thought Leo was a good man,” she counters.
“I’ve known this guy for a long time. I promise he would never hurt me.”
The line goes silent, and I wonder what is going through her head right now.
“Well, if you say so. When can we meet him?”
“Not yet. It’s too soon. But I promise when I’m ready, I’ll bring him for family dinner.”
Another pause.
“Okay. I’ll let your father know about all of this. I’m sorry about telling Leo where you are. Are you going to be safe? Maybe you should go to the police,” she murmurs, clear panic in her voice.
“I’ll be fine, I promise. But I’m going to go. Love you,” I tell her and end the call.
“I’m surprised you told her about me,” Dax murmurs after the call is over, and I giggle.
“You and me both. But oddly enough, it felt right. I almost told her who I was dating when I remembered you wanting to talk to Riley first.”
“Thank you. I’m meeting him for a beer and wings on Wednesday. Since I won’t be home until after dinner, I’ll text you when I’m close to home so you can get into position.”
My body heats with need at his words.
“Can I ask you something?” I ask when an idea pops into my head.
“Anything.”
“I was wondering how you feel about nixing condoms? I had STD testing when you took me to the hospital, and I have an IUD. I don’t want any barriers between us. I want to feel all of you…” I pause for a second, waiting for a response. He stays silent for a beat longer than I would like, and the need to say something else takes over. “I totally understand if you want to continue wearing them. No pressure.”
“Stop rambling. I’m not saying no.” Dax smirks. “I was just processing your words, is all.” I nod and wait for him to continue. “I have always done regular STD testing, and I can get an updated test if you want. The reason I took so long to respond is I’ve never been bare with a partner before.”
I’m sure my eyes are super wide because he laughs.
“I think it was a trust thing for me. I’m not sure I trusted myself or my partners enough to go without. But with you…” He trails off and stares into my eyes. “I already trust you so much it’s scary. Maybe it’s because we’ve known each other for so long, or maybe it’s something else, but I would love to go bare with you.”
My heart squeezes. I never thought I would get to experience sexual firsts with Dax because he’s so much more experienced than me, but I get this with him, and it’s almost making me emotional.
I don’t know what to say, so I lean in and kiss him.
Dax is the man I’ve always wanted, first as a teenage infatuation and now as more. I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I’m not going to second-guess it. I’m running with it because I deserve to be happy.
Chapter 14
Dax
When I walk into the bar, I’m met with loud chatter and muffled music playing in the background. The familiar smell of alcohol and deep-fried food fills my nose. I inhale deeply while memories of all the times Riley and I have met here play around in my head.
Tonight I’m meeting my best friend for wings and beer like we’ve done a million times, but this time is different. This time, I could get punched in the face for the bombshell I’m about to drop.
After letting out a huff of air, I pull at my collar while looking around the busy bar, trying to find a place for us to sit. I’m thankful Riley is running behind, giving me a few extra minutes to figure out how I will tell him I’m seeing his little sister. I have no idea how he’s going to take the news.
