Free Isabel and the Wolf: (Part 2) by Ariana Hawkes Page A

stunned by the question. Her head swam as she tried to piece together an answer. “I’ve always had a thing for being dominated, like, someone else fully taking control of me.”
    “And you are into sado-masochism?”
    “No. I mean, not exactly. I know that’s what the site is all about, so in a way I felt a bit weird that I was on it, like I had no right to be there or something. But I’ve been looking for a dominant man, and I just thought that might be a good place to find one.” She sensed that her words were exciting The Wolf. His hands were kneading at her flesh, pushing her thighs further apart. It was hot and uncomfortable to be questioned by him in this position.
    “But you fantasize about being spanked,” he said, and at the same time landed a slap on her ass. It wasn’t a hard one, but it sent a jolt of electricity through her. He followed it up with another one on her other cheek. “That’s a little kinky, as they say on this website.” He chuckled, and slapped her twice more. She squirmed, embarrassed at acknowledging to both him and herself that she might have a ‘kink’. “What else do you think about?” he asked. She was silent, turning over her thoughts, and he took his hand away from her body, clearly waiting for an answer.
    “Sometimes I fantasize about being held down during sex,” she said in a whisper.
    “Good,” he replied. And with that, he landed another slap on her left cheek, then one on her right. They were rewards for her revealing her secrets, but punishments as well, and the more confusing this was, the more aroused she became.
    He slapped her once more, on the flesh right at the top of her thigh, on one side and then the other. Isabel cried out. These stung, but in a deeply pleasurable way that made her long for more.
    “What else?” he demanded.
    “Being tied up,” she said, even more quietly.
    “Really?” he said, and spanked her again, and again, raining down a dozen of them, all over her ass. Isabel cried out at each one, semi-aware that she had started grinding her clit against his thigh. The last two slaps were too much to bear on her tenderized flesh and tears came to her eyes.
    “Have you had enough?” he asked.
    “Yes,” she said, gratefully. The Wolf’s hand moved between her legs.
    “Mmm, you do like being spanked,” he said. Isabel groaned as he slid a finger inside her. She was drenched again, and burning for him to enter her. He lifted her hips up and moved himself out from underneath her, then placed her back in the same position again. “That’s quite sexy, Bella,” he said, close to her ear. She felt his body crouching over her, his hardness sliding back and forth, across the back of her thighs. He moved closer, his knees pushing her thighs further apart and his breath on the back of her neck. She wanted him badly. But she also wanted to be able to see him for once.
    “Wait!” she shouted.
    “What?” he said, his movements stopping abruptly. Just in time, she remembered that she was supposed to be submitting to him without question.
    “No, nothing,” she said quickly.
    “Tell me?”
    “No, it’s ok. I know I’m not supposed to ask you.” Peter let out a bark of laughter.
    “I’ll let you ask me, just this once.”
    “Ok. It’s just – I was wondering. Do we always have to have sex from, you know, from behind? I mean, I’d really like to do it face-to-face as well.”
    “Ah.” He pulled away, and sat back on his haunches. He seemed to be thinking. Isabel lay motionless. Was he angry? Had she just ruined everything with that question? What was he even thinking about? Minutes passed. He stood up.
    “Wait here, Bella. Don’t move from this position. I’ll be back in a minute,” he said. And he disappeared.
    Isabel did as he told her, remaining spread-eagled and face-down on the animal skin. But, as soon as she could no longer hear his footsteps, uneasiness crept over her. When she turned her head to the side, all she could