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Her heart dipped down and a sinking feeling hit her in the pit of the stomach. This was so final. Was she nuts? No, she was being brave and generous. And smart. “Shot-gun weddings went out with the demise of the wagon train. People don’t get married to salvage reputations nowadays.” Or at least she didn’t, she wanted Isaac – but not against his will.

“Are you turning me down, Avery?” He literally growled at her. “I promised your father that I’d take care of you.”

“I can take care of myself, Isaac. The flower business is blooming and I have a side job that I’m quite good at.” Seeing his skeptical look, she almost spilled the beans, but the news that she wrote racy romances would only add to the confusion. “And as for as love and sex are concerned, you’ve given me a great gift and I’ll cherish the memories forever.”

That didn’t seem to satisfy him. “You’re going to make bouquets with Tricia Yaeger? That’s what you want to do with your life? You’d rather do that than be with me?” Even though he fought it, Isaac knew that – deep down – he questioned his value as a man. That was one of the reasons he gave so freely. There was always this doubt that he deserved to be loved.

She walked up to a chair and held on to the back of it, tightly. If she didn’t grab on to something – she was going to grab on to him. “It’s not that I don’t want to be with you. You know better than that. It was me that pursued you, not vice-versa. This whole thing is not fair to you, and I want no part of it.” Now, she needed a quick subject change to get his mind off of their involvement. “And, as far as, the flower shop goes? Tricia is doing a great job. She believes in going the extra mile. Did you see what she made up for Cady from Joseph? I helped her come up with the idea, it turned out real cute.” Certainly, working with Tricia wasn’t all she wanted to do with her life - Isaac just didn’t understand how hungry she was to belong, to do something for herself.

Isaac grumbled under his breath. “I should have known you were behind that. But, back to the more important things you said.” A wicked little smile escaped his lips.
“You just said that you want to be with me. That’s all I was waiting to hear.” He began to slowly walk toward her. “I’m not giving up, Avery. And as for this great gift I gave you – if you mean the passion we shared, that’s just the first installment, doll-face. I mean to make love to you over and over again. Bottom line - I’m not taking no for an answer. You will marry me, young lady.”

Hearing her own words thrown back at her, she now knew the futility of trying to foist one’s will upon another person. “We’ll see.” Her mother always said that – and it was always her way of saying ‘no’ without saying it. Surely, it would work with Isaac. She had no doubt that he would come to his senses. Her father would back off once the gossip dissipated, and they could just resume life as normal. “Lunch wasn’t a good idea. I’m not really hungry. No hard feelings, but I’d like for you to leave now.” How hard it was to request that of him. She looked at his beautiful face, his proud, hard, powerful body and knew that when she went to bed tonight and turned off the lights, she would regret she hadn’t rushed to his arms and accepted his proposition. As far as marriage proposals go, it was unique – but she knew it couldn’t be heartfelt. Isaac was suffering from a case of misplaced chivalry. He was trying to be her knight in shining armor. Little did he know, she didn’t want a knight on a shining white steed – she just wanted her motorcycle riding warrior in black leather. He was all the man she had ever wanted – but she couldn’t have.

“You know what you need?” Watching her clutch that chair like it was a lifeline made him want to rip it out of her grasp and chunk it against the wall. It was all Isaac could do to keep his hands off of her. “I ought to turn you over my knee and warm your ass till its rosy red.” Right before he slid his cock balls deep in her hot, wet pussy.

Avery was about to insist, again, that he leave – until she looked at him closely. By all standards, she was still fairly innocent – but she wasn’t stupid. Isaac was aroused. He wanted her – he really desired her. Okay – now, this she could deal with. Could she risk it? She might never have a wedding veil and orange blossoms – but she could have untold nights of bliss. For as long as he wanted her – Avery could be his. There would be pain when it was over, but if this was all of Isaac she could ever have – she wanted it. Calling upon all that the girls had taught her – Avery proceeded to flirt. “Promises, promises,” with that she moved by him, putting a little wiggle in her walk.

Isaac watched her parading her curvy little rear right by him. What was she trying to do? Drive him insane? “What the hell do you mean by that?” As he devoured her with his eyes, his jaw dropped as she skimmed her shirt over her head – right in front of him.

“God, it’s hot in here. When I get my stuff from Tricia’s, I’ll launder your clothes and return them to you. I enjoyed wearing those lounge pants; I think I’ll order me some.” She was chattering like a magpie – totally oblivious to what she was doing to him. The sexy little minx just walked right out of the room. Isaac followed with his mouth open. His tongue would have been hanging out – but he managed to hold on to some decorum. He couldn’t believe it. She rummaged around in her closet, seemingly oblivious to what she was doing to him. God, she had a beautiful back. There was this lickable indention down her spine that ended in the sexiest pair of dimples just over her crease – he remembered that much from having his hands all over her last night. Damn, he wanted her again – now.

Finding what she was looking for, she pulled out a t-shirt that had seen better days, and began to shuck her pink jeans – Holy Jesus! She didn’t have a damn thing on under them. Clearing his throat, he held on to the bedstead to keep from grabbing her. “Answer my question, love. What did you mean by ‘promises, promises’?”

Tossing the clothes into a hamper, she pulled on a pair of bikini panties. “Honestly, the idea of a spanking turns me on. I didn’t have a whole lot of time this morning, but I checked out what it means to be submissive.” Turning to face him, she lifted her arms over her head to loosen the braid - which lifted those luscious tits up – his cock rose with them as if it were attached by a lead line. “What I read turned me on. If you had decided to – you know – explore that with me, I think I would have liked it. The idea of you dominating me made me wet.”

Isaac couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. “Do you know what you’re saying, Avery? You think you would enjoy me controlling you in bed?”

She caught her bottom lip in her small white teeth and smiled dreamily. “Oh, yeah – I would have liked that a lot.” She closed her eyes and made the sexiest little whimpering noise he had ever heard. “I would love for you to push me to my knees, command me to suck your cock, holding my hair in your fist as I suck you. But what I would like most is for you to push me on the bed – face down – command me to be still while you mounted me. Oh, God!” she ran her hands down her body as Isaac stood mesmerized – stone-hard, frozen in lust. “What I wouldn’t have given to experience that with you, Isaac.” she sighed.

His voice hoarse, Isaac answered. “It’s not too damn late – we’re standing right here by a fuckin’ bed.” His cock was hugely erect, throbbing and leaking pre-cum.

She bit back a grin, her plan was working nicely. There was no denying it - they were both aroused, the very air between them was electric. “No, it’s not too late,” she agreed. “I want you, more than you know.”

Isaac started toward her. “So, you’ll marry me?”

Remembering what she had read in the very basic article on BDSM, Avery sank down in a classic slave position – on her knees, hands behind her back and head bowed. “No, sir, I can’t marry you – but I will do my best to make your every dream come true.” Despite her brave words, Avery realized there were still vestiges of hope in her heart. Maybe she still had a chance to make him love her, if she proved to him they were totally compatible.

Relief washed over Isaac. It wasn’t over – he still had a chance. “God, you’re beautiful in that position. Give me your hand.” She did and he drew her to her feet. Taking her chin in his hand, he rubbed his lips over her mouth – marking her. Kissing the corner of her mouth, he whispered. “I want you, so much.”

“You can have me,” she stated simply. “I only want to please you.”

“You’re speaking my language, baby.” Avery was his dream – his greatest fantasy. He pulled her to him and she cuddled into his arms, like she was seeking comfort as well as pleasure. Slipping his hands in the sides of her panties, he pushed down, dropping to his knees in front of her.

“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.”