Chapter 4

4

IRIS

T he drive to Isaac's place is short but feels so much longer because all I can imagine is what we're about to do. I can feel how wet I am with the anticipation of it, his low threat of showing me just how strict he can be causing a hundred scenarios to play out in my mind. I want it, want him so badly. Fooling around in the locker room gave me a taste of him, and now I'm starving.

The second we get in his front door, Isaac's arms are around my waist, and he lifts me off the floor. Instantly, I wrap my legs around him, clinging on as he strides through his place to the bedroom. I can't help the way my mouth roams over his throat and jaw, kissing and sucking and tasting him.

"Keep doing that and I'll fuck you against the wall before we get to the bed," Isaac growls. I'm sure he means it as a threat, but it sounds like a good plan to me. I don't want to wait a second longer. My core throbs, my clit begging for attention. I try to grind against him, but the fabric of our clothes prevents me from getting any of the friction I desperately need.

"Yes, do it," I pant against him, squirming in his arms. "I don't want to wait." I try to reach between us without toppling us over, aiming to reach the buttons of his jeans so I can touch him properly.

"You're not in control here," Isaac snarls, the dark demand in his voice only making me wetter.

But I'm not going to make this easy for him. I giggle, wiggling again as he tightens his hold on me and increases his speed towards the bedroom.

"Such a brat," he groans, kicking the door open and throwing me down onto the bed. "You need to be taught a lesson, Iris."

A rush of adrenaline and anticipation heats me and I scramble up to my knees on the mattress, grinning up at him. He towers over me, face shadowed since neither of us bothered to turn on the lights.

"You going to give me homework or something, Coach?" I tease, fully embracing the brattiness he chastises me for. I want to see how far I can push this, to test out this new dynamic. I want him to punish me the way he's promising to.

Isaac laughs, the sound as dark as his voice. "Oh, you'll get what you deserve," he promises, crossing his arms over his chest and pinning me with a look. "Strip, brat."

I blink at him, then realize he's serious. I rush to obey, hurriedly stripping out of my clothes and letting them fall to his floor. His next command takes me by surprise.

"Bend over the edge of the bed, ass in the air, legs spread," he orders, taking a step back to make room for me.

"What?" I ask, confused. "But you've still got clothes on."

He grins, but it's shadowy and feral. "I'm not going to fuck you yet."

"What!" My outrage is clear, my jaw dropping open. "Then why am I naked and about to be bent over?"

Isaac raises a brow. "Because I'm going to turn that pretty ass of yours scarlet under my palm and make your pussy drip before I fill you," he groans. "You haven't earned this cock yet, little brat. You've got to show me how well you can take your lesson first."

"Isaac—"

Before I can get the words out, he brings his palm down hard on my ass. I gasp at the sting, jaw hanging open in shock, but then the pain fades, leaving a tingling warmth in its place. A soft moan leaves my lips, and the muscles that went tense with shock relax. I lean my full weight on the bed, arching my back to offer my ass up for more.

"That all you got?" I ask, glancing over my shoulder.

"Such a sassy fucking mouth. Let's see how many strikes it takes until your attitude improves."

I don't tell him that I doubt very much my attitude will ever improve, and that I know he loves it. Instead, I clench the bedsheets in my fists and inhale sharply when his hand comes down again. And again. And again.

Heat blooms over my ass, the skin tender and aching in the best way. I have no doubt that if I could see it, the flesh would be bright pink. My head feels all spinny and warm, like I'm drunk off desire alone.

"That's it. God, your ass looks so fucking pretty with my handprint on it," Isaac praises, making me shiver.

I try to find a snarky response for him, but I'm tongue-tied and needy as all hell. His hand trails down my ass, massages the marks he's left, and slips between my thighs. He cups me roughly, and I feel myself drip onto his hand.

"My little brat likes being spanked, doesn't she?" he asks, and I don't even feel embarrassed about it.

"Yes," I cry out, my hips moving, trying to grind against his touch. "But I'd like it even more if you fucked me."

"You drive me fucking crazy, Iris," he moans, and I hear the sound of his zipper lowering. I spin to face him, clambering onto the bed properly, keeping my legs spread for him.

"You love it," I tease, wincing a little as I sit on my sore ass, leaning back to ease the pressure.

I drink in the sight of him as he strips quickly and joins me on the bed. He's all muscle and sheer strength, like he's been cut from stone.

"You're right, little brat," he says as he looms over me, leaning down so his lips brush mine, his cock pressing against where I need him most. "I really fucking do."

He thrusts inside me in one swift movement, filling me completely. I forget how to breathe, my mind spinning and my entire body lighting up for him. I arch up, my hands bracing on his shoulders, gasping against his mouth. He kisses me with a groan, easing back out of me just to thrust in harder. I move my hips with him, matching his rhythm, taking everything he'll give me.

"So wet for me, Iris," Isaac moans, his voice gravelly and deep.

"You feel so good," I answer mindlessly.

"Who's pussy is this, Iris?" Isaac demands as I feel myself tighten around him. Pleasure coils tight low in my gut, bliss nearing.

"Yours," I rasp, nails scratching at his shoulders as I lose myself in this entirely. "I'm all yours, Isaac."

"Fuck, yes you are," he groans, kissing me like he's dying and I'm the only oxygen he needs. I kiss him back just the same, moaning and gasping and crying out as he fucks me hard and fast.

My orgasm hits me without warning. The pleasure is too much, soaring through me, making me dizzy with bliss.

"Isaac!" I scream, stars flashing in my vision.

"God, Iris, you feel too good coming on my cock like that," he moans. "Gonna fill this perfect pussy up, baby. Want to see you take it all."

"Yes yes yes!" I chant as he comes, filling me just like he promised.

For a minute, we lie together, still joined and panting against each other's mouths as we come back down to earth. He eases out of me, cleans me up, and then tucks us both under the covers, holding me close.

"I don't know how I'm supposed to act normal at training now," I say quietly as I rest on his chest. "This is more than just sex, Isaac. I've never felt like this before."

He runs his hand down my back in soothing motions that have me melting against him. "Neither have I," he admits softly. "No matter what happens, I'll take care of you, Iris. Don't worry about anything."

And at that moment, sated and warm, tucked up in his bed, I believe him.

"Who are you texting all the time?" Georgia, my teammate and close friend, asks, nudging me with her elbow as she tries to peer over my shoulder to see my phone screen.

I turn my phone off quickly, place it face down on the table in front of us, and shove her away. "Nobody," I answer, avoiding eye contact.

It's been a week since Isaac and I started seeing each other, and though I've tried my best to hide it, Georgia's not the only one who's getting suspicious about the mystery man I've been obsessed with.

Georgia snorts, obviously not believing me. "This nobody must be someone special," she pushes, grinning at me. "I've never seen you so head over heels for anyone before. You keep grinning like a lunatic at your texts."

I blush, groaning as I run my hand down my face. "I'm serious, Georgia," I try again, knowing there's nothing I can say to actually convince her. It's not like me to keep secrets from the team, but this isn't exactly something Isaac or I can be open about. "It's nobody."

My friend pins me with a look that says don't lie to me , and I wish I could tell her everything. I sigh heavily, glancing around at the other members of the team sitting at the table with us. As much as I want to confide in Georgia, I have no idea how the team would react to this.

"I need coffee," Georgia announces, standing up and dragging me with her. "Come on."

I stumble as she pulls me away from the table, walking off in the direction of the campus coffee shop. Instead of going inside, she turns the corner to an empty section of the quad.

"It's Coach, isn't it?" she says before I can even figure out what's going on.

"Georgia!" I hiss, shaking my head. "You didn't even want a coffee, did you?"

She smiles mischievously. "Nope, but you clearly weren't gonna open up with everyone listening. It's just us now, so cut the shit, Iris. You're fucking the coach, aren't you?"

"Okay, okay, fine, yes!" I blurt out, relieved to be able to admit it. I trust Georgia, and it feels good not to have to hide it anymore. "I'm…seeing Isaac."

"I knew it!" Georgia says with a huge grin. "I caught the way he was eyeing up your ass at practice."

"Georgia!" I shove her arm playfully, blushing brightly even as I smile. "God, we've been trying so hard to hide it."

Georgia's expression turns serious. "You know there's technically no rules that say you can't fuck the coach, right?"

"What?" I ask, staring at my friend. "Wait, you're serious."

Georgia shrugs. "I'm sure it's not encouraged, but he's not a permanent faculty member. He's been brought in for the season to get us to champs."

I sag with relief that we're not going to get kicked out if someone does discover what we're doing. Still… "I don't want everyone to know at least until after the game next week," I say, thinking. "We need to focus on making it to the Championships, and I don't want my sex life distracting the team."

Georgia laughs with me, and it feels like a weight's been lifted off my chest. Our next game, our first competition since Isaac started coaching us, is next week right before spring break. We need to have our shit together and focus on it, and I have no doubt that when the team eventually finds out about me and Isaac, it'll be the focus of the girls for ages. No, it's better to wait until we're past the first game at least.

"Fair enough. Well, my lips are sealed," Georgia says, miming zipping her lips shut. "Butttt I still want to know everything. Spill, girl."

So I do, telling Georgia everything, how good Isaac is in bed and out of it, how much I'm falling for him. It feels so good to be able to talk about him to her, and by the time we eventually head back to the others, the anxiety I've felt about hiding our relationship has eased a little.

I trust that our connection is strong enough to withstand whatever comes at us, and when my phone buzzes in my pocket and I see that Isaac has texted me asking if my ass is still sore or if I need another lesson, I can't help but grin like a madwoman.