And all I wanted was more.
When I felt his mouth engulf my clit again, I cried out in a mixture of joy and anguish all at the same time. Like thunder, my orgasm rocked through me, leaving me shaken and trembling and panting.
He raised himself up, his mouth crashing onto mine, our kiss a cocktail of both of us. I melted below him, my arms sliding around his back, pulling him into me, kissing him deeper and deeper.
I thought he was done, but his cock was still rock hard against my thigh. I moaned into his mouth, pressing up into him. He tore his lips from mine and stared hard into my eyes.
Gone was my gentle fiancé. The other man was back. The man with the dark, stormy eyes. The man with the firm hand that left my ass pink and raw. The man with the demanding grin, that was now slowly spreading across his face like a raunchy promise.
He fell back on his knees, staring down at me lying below him. He paused, cocking his head to the side in the darkness, that grin shooting daggers right through me.
“What are you going to do to me?” I asked, my voice a daring whisper.
“Whatever I damn well please.”
I lifted my chin, meeting his piercing gaze with brave eyes.
He reached up and grabbed a handful of my hair, roughly pulling my head back.
“What pleases you now?” I asked, my body thrumming with desire. I wanted to please. I wanted this man happy. I wanted to fulfill every need that he’d ever had, be the answer to every dream.
His eyes widened at my question, his pupils dilating in pleasure.
“I’m going to fuck your ass now, Chloe,” he said. “Your beautiful, perfect, tight ass. I’m going to shove my cock so deeply inside of you that you won’t be able to talk, you won’t be able to resist, you won’t be able to do anything but come over and over and over. Do you understand?” he growled.
“Yes, Bear,” I nodded, my voice a breathless panting whisper. My pussy shuddered at his words. I reached down between my legs, rubbing my clit and letting my thighs fall open, an invitation to this beautiful man to take whatever he wanted, however he wanted.
His fingers tightened around my wrist, bring my hand up over my head and then grabbing my other arm and raising it, too.
“Clasp your hands together,” he said. I interlaced my fingers, licking my lips as I waited for further instructions.
“No matter what I do. No matter what you feel. No matter how much pain. No matter how much pleasure. You do not pull your arms down under any circumstances, do you understand?”
I nodded, a silent agreement as the storm in his eyes darkened. His fingertips found my right nipple, pinching hard and fast. I jumped, my hands almost falling before I caught them. He pinched again, and again, and again. Jolts of electric pain shot through me and I whimpered, my body stoic and still as he looked down at me, nodding approvingly.
“Good girl,” he growled. I came once more, as if his words cast a spell on me every single time. “Good girl,” he said again, his voice a soothing salve as he gently rubbed the very nipples he’d just assaulted.
Bending his head, his mouth engulfed my right nipple, the soft lick of his tongue caressing me like the sweetest whisper. I longed to touch him, to pull him close, but I remembered his words and kept my hands elevated above my head. My body writhed below him, quivering as he bit down on my nipple, the pleasure once more turning to a jolt of sinfully delicious pain before he ripped the dress from my body.
“Ahhh!” I cried, the fabric ripping painfully against my body. He bent his head again, his mouth hot and wet against my newly exposed skin.
Grazing slowly, he trailed kisses down my stomach. He moved lower and lower, teasing me until I felt his hot breath on my clit. His tongue darted out, teasing me, raking against my clit for one, delicious hot second before darting away. Over and over, he teased me, his tongue barely touching me, a hint, a whisper of movement, until I was writhing uncontrollably beneath him.
It was too much. Without thinking, my hands fell, my fingers sinking into his hair and pulling his head into my pussy.
“Please, Bear, please!” I yelled, pushing my clit up to his teasing mouth.
He jumped up in a flash.
I stared up at him, not realizing my mistake at first.
“Bear, please…” My fingers sank into my pussy, rubbing my clit, desperately seeking release from all the pressure he’d created.
“Chloe!” he barked. “You’re a very bad girl! I told you to keep your hands up!”
I jumped, my heart racing as it dawned on me.
“Oh!” I cried. “I forgot!”
He sat down on the bed, quickly pulling me over his knee. Without a word, he landed blow after blow onto my unsuspecting ass. I squirmed, my thighs falling open, my limbs limp and weak. He shifted slightly, the blows landing on my pussy lips. I screamed in surprise, the delicious pain searing right through me.
“Yes!” I cried, opening my thighs more. It hurt but I wanted it. His large, hot hands felt amazing spanking my ass, but when he hit my fleshy lips, it made me come over and over, as if the shock of pleasure were endlessly cascading through my quivering center.
I moaned, whimpered, and melted into him. If this was punishment for being a bad girl, I’d just learned the biggest lesson of all.
Being a good girl felt good, but being a bad girl felt even better.
“Bear, Bear, Bear…” I chanted his name like a prayer on my lips, his fingers sliding inside of me and then sliding out, his palm slapping up against my clit hard before his fingers slid back in.
I’d come so hard and so many times that everything blurred together and I melted below him, spent and tired.
“I’m not fucking done with you yet,” he said, as my head wobbled. “Wake the fuck up!” Quickly, he slid a finger up my ass, the sweet pain jolting me awake.
“Get up!” he barked. “On your hands and knees right now!” He smacked my ass hard as I presented it to him. Using both hands, he spread my cheeks apart, his fingers slipping inside my tightness before sliding out. He moved closer, pressing the head of his hard cock against my center. I braced myself for the pain, but there was nothing but a sharp slice of pleasure shooting right into my gut.
“Ohhhhhhh!” I cried, arching my back as he smoothly slid inside of my ass.
“You’re so fucking tight, Beauty,” he cried, slowly shoving his cock in deeper.
“It’s amazing, Bear,” I said. “Your cock feels incredible.”
“You’re so perfect baby, so fucking perfect,” he groaned, his voice full of savage raging desire. “My perfect little Beauty with her perfect little ass!”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I cried, pushing my ass back towards him as I reached down to rub my swollen clit. “Please take me, Bear! I need you! I need your cock so badly!”
His cock throbbed hotly inside of me, swelling as his thrusts hardened into a slow, constant assault on my senses. The smooth glide of his cock sliding in sent a shocks straight to my clit. I reached down, rubbing my throbbing nub in circles, the orgasm ripping right through me. He reached around me, pinching my nipple hard as I crashed over the edge, my pussy spasming around his hot, piercing hardness.
“Bear!” I screamed his name, over and over and over, as he pounded into me, his cock throbbing and swelling inside of me, until he exploded, his hot wetness searing the walls of my soaked pussy as he cried out, my name rushing from his lips, his mighty growl growing into a deep guttural, savage, ancient cry that floated out of the cabin and out into the night mingling with the force of the crashing waves.
We collapsed on the bed together, our limbs tangled together, our fingers searching for each other as we pulled each other as close as possible. My head fell on his chest, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest lulling me into a peaceful trance. He caressed my hair, kissing my forehead gently.
“You are the most amazing creature in the entire universe, Beauty. I don’t know what I’d ever do without you, my love.”
“You’ll n
ever have to find out, Bear. I’m yours forever.”
“Yes,” he whispered. “Yes you are…”
Chapter 7
One Week Later
Christmas was tomorrow and my apartment was a disaster. I’d not focused on anything in the week since I’d been home except finding everything I needed to get my business up and running. Bear had given me an incredibly generous budget, basically telling me the sky was the limit and to buy whatever I deemed necessary.
It was a blessing.
He was a blessing! I wasn’t a big believer of miracles, but I was beginning to believe that’s what he was.
I’d spent the week scouring the shelves of countless fabric stores, sketching patterns and sewing mock-ups. Sleeping and eating had become something I only did on an as-needed basis. I’d managed to avoid seeing Matilda but the clock was ticking on that, too.
Christmas dinner had always been a big thing for us. It was one of the few family traditions we actually had. I was convinced at an early age that it was the one day of the year that her guilt finally got to her and she forced herself to spend time with me. Now, I know that the truth is that anyone she could possibly meet with or do business with was unavailable on that one day of the year, so it was never a matter of guilt, only convenience.
This year, I was dreading it. I’d managed to avoid all of her questions on the phone, telling her I was just getting in the shower the one time I finally answered her call after Bear and I got back from the island. But I’d not seen her since before I told her I was going back home to Portland, and I knew she’d demand an explanation.
Once she saw the ring on my left hand, she’d be demanding an even bigger explanation. My stomach churned at the task of telling her the truth about me and Bear.
That wasn’t until tomorrow and in the meantime, tonight was Christmas Eve and Bear and I had a date. He’d been so cute on the phone this morning.
“I bought us matching hats, gloves and scarves, babe!”
“Why in the world would you do that?” I asked.
“Because tonight, I’m taking you ice skating at Rockefeller Center!”
“You are?” I asked.
“Yep! I go every year on Christmas Eve. This year, I get to go with you!”
“I don’t know how to skate,” I said.
“You’ll be fine,” he said. “I’ll teach you, Beauty.”
“Okay, if you say so,” I said, warming up to the idea. I’d do anything that involved Bear’s arms around me.
“Pick you up at seven!”