Page 49 of Beneath the Surface

A heavy silence settled over the room, the only sound the soft rhythm of their breathing. Brad could feel her decision,the importance of what she was offering him, and it stirred something primal inside him. This wasn’t just a game. It wasn’t just about control. It was about her willingness to let him guide her in the most intimate way possible.

He took a step forward, closing the distance between them, his eyes never leaving her. Slowly, he reached down and cupped her chin, lifting her face so their eyes could meet. The connection between them was electric, charged with unspoken desire and mutual understanding.

“You’re sure about this?” His voice was low, almost a whisper, the edge of command softened by concern.

She didn’t hesitate, her gaze steady and unwavering as she nodded. “I trust you, Master. Completely.”

A slow smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he gently stroked her cheek with his thumb, the warmth of her skin under his touch grounding him in the moment. He didn’t rush, savoring the quiet tension that had built between them. His hand moved from her chin to her hair, fingers threading through the soft strands, guiding her head back ever so slightly to expose the delicate curve of her neck.

The room seemed to close in around them, everything narrowing to just the two of them and the unspoken promise in the air.

"Good," he murmured, a perfect blend of tenderness and command. He stepped back, his fingers slipping from her hair. She remained in a state of anticipation, still on her knees before him, her breath steady.

Brad straightened, holding his composure even as she stirred something deep inside him.

Without another word, he leaned down, his lips finding hers in a slow, deliberate kiss, savoring the warmth and sweetness of her mouth. His hands moved with purpose, one sliding to the small of her back, the other beneath her knees, effortlesslylifting her into his arms. She responded instinctively, her arms wrapping around his neck as her body relaxed into his, trusting him completely.

With steady, measured steps, Brad carried her upstairs toward his bedroom.

Setting her gently on the bed, he took a moment to admire her before he slowly slid her nightgown over her head, letting it fall to the floor. Her fair skin, still marred by the stings, only made her more beautiful in his eyes.

“You’re stunning, Belle,” he whispered as he undressed himself, his erection already bobbing against his abdomen.

Isobel’s eyes roamed over his body, filled with desire. She reached for him, her voice breathless. “Please, Brad. I want you.”

He climbed into bed beside her, leaning down to kiss her with a tenderness that belied the hunger coursing through him. “I’m going to make love to you, Belle,” he whispered against her lips, “like you’ve never been loved before.”

With agonizing slowness, Brad explored her body, his hands and lips tracing every inch of her, savoring the way she responded to his touch. Her gasps grew louder, her body arching beneath him as he teased and tormented her, edging her closer to release, only to pull her back, again and again.

His fingers traced delicate patterns over her skin, eliciting soft gasps. He kissed her deeply, his tongue gently exploring her mouth. She responded eagerly, her hands roaming over his broad chest and shoulders. He shuddered at her touch.

He kissed her neck, her collarbone, moving down to her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue while his hand gently caressed the other. Isobel arched her back, her fingers tangling in his hair as she moaned louder.

He moved lower, kissing his way down her stomach, pausing to nuzzle the soft skin just above her hips. He spread her legs gently, his hands sliding up her inner thighs. Her mound washairless. Evil stings had hurt her there. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, his tongue exploring her folds with deliberate, gentle strokes before he kissed her core.

Isobel cried out, her hips bucking against his mouth. “Please,” she begged, her voice raw with need.

He grinned, moving back up her body and pressing his lips to her ear. “Not yet, Belle. I’m not done with you.”

He held her firmly, his tongue and lips working down her body again to bring her closer to the edge. When he felt her body tense, he increased the pressure to her sweet clit, pushing her over the edge into a shuddering climax.

As she came down from her high, Brad moved back up her body, kissing her deeply. He reached into his bedside table, pulling out a condom. After freeing it from its package and sheathing himself, he positioned himself between her legs, his erection pressing against her entrance. He looked into her eyes, silently asking for permission.

She nodded, her eyes filled with need. “I want you.”

When he finally entered her, it was slow and cautious. The sensation overwhelmed them both, and Brad groaned as he buried himself deep inside her an inch at a time. Sheathed in her body, he held still for a moment, savoring the feel of her around him before he began to move, setting a controlled, steady rhythm.

Isobel’s moans grew louder as she met his thrusts, her nails digging into his back as her pleasure mounted. Brad’s movements quickened, his breath ragged as he pushed them both to the edge.

“Let go, sweetheart,” he whispered, his lips brushing against hers. “Let go for me.”

With a final thrust, they both tumbled over the edge together, their bodies trembling as the intensity of their release washed over them. Brad stayed still for a moment, a shudder of pleasurepulsing through him before he collapsed beside her, gently pulling her into his arms. Their breaths came in quick, uneven gasps as they both slowly descended from the high.

Brad pressed a kiss to her forehead, his hand gliding gently through her hair, soothing her as she nestled into him. His body was still tingling from the aftershocks of their lovemaking, and he could feel the soft rise and fall of her chest as she tried to catch her breath.

“Hold on,” Brad murmured, his voice thick but tender. He shifted carefully, leaning away just long enough to dispose of the condom. The moment felt strangely intimate as he returned, slipping back under the sheets and pulling her close again, his body pressing warmly against hers.

He stroked her hair, his fingers grazing the soft skin of her neck as he whispered, “You’re incredible, Belle. Absolutely incredible.” He’d fantasized about this for so long, but the reality of her, of them, was more than he had imagined.

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