“You have a beautiful mouth, Chloe. Perfect for my cock,” he nodded. “Your tongue is warm and skilled. You’re a good little cocksucker, aren’t you?”
I wasn’t sure how to answer that, but it didn’t matter because even if I had the perfect reply, I wouldn’t have been able to form the words with his fingers spreading my mouth open. Instead, I nodded, desperately trying to catch his gaze but I couldn’t.
“So, tell me,” he whispered, his wet fingers sliding around my lips now, “how a girl like you, with this perfect cock sucking mouth, could do something as bad as you did? I asked you to do one thing, always, and you’ve not done it. I told you not to wear panties, ever. And what did you do? You went against my wishes. This is the second time, Chloe. Didn’t you learn your lesson the first time? I thought you wanted to please me, Chloe?”
I wanted to apologize. I wanted to explain. I wanted to reassure him that indeed, I wanted to please him. But I couldn’t speak. And he wouldn’t look at my eyes, so how could I convince him that it was an honest mistake?
“Maybe you didn’t understand the request,” he said. “No panties means no panties. Never. Not when you’re wearing a dress. Not when you’re wearing pants. Not when you’re cold or hot or even when you’re bleeding. Not when you aren’t expecting to be with me. And never, ever, ever when you’re with me.”
I nodded.
“I’m still not convinced you understand, Chloe,” he said. “I’m going to have to punish you for this, you know that don’t you?”
I nodded again, my heart racing.
“Did you really have to go to the bathroom?”
I shook my head as he pulled his fingers from my mouth.
“No, you were just going to hide your bad behavior, weren’t you?”
I nodded, guilt washing over me.
“You were going to lie to me.”
“No!” I protested, my head flying up.
“Hush!” I closed my mouth, hanging my head.
“Did I tell you to close your mouth?” he asked, reaching up and grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling my head back. My mouth opened back up.
He bent his head, his tongue darting out and trailing around my lips. I gasped, the pleasure washing over me at the touch of his tongue.
“That’s better,” he said, finally meeting my gaze. At this point, I was hungry for a connection and he knew it. He saw it. He paused briefly, as he realized how much it meant to me. “I see you, Chloe. You’re a good girl at heart, aren’t you? You didn’t mean to be bad, right? You just need to be taught a lesson. Sometimes it takes a few times before you learn.”
I nodded, barely able to move my head with his fingers tangled in my hair.
“Yes, that’s right,” he said, reaching up with his other hand, the hand holding my ripped panties. My ass still stung from the fabric tearing against it. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I whispered, my entire soul shivering with desire. I opened my mouth again, waiting for what I knew was coming.
“Yes,” he growled, slowly pushing the crumpled up panties into my mouth. The pink cotton was rough against my tongue and the further he pushed them in, the more I was forced to open wider.
Tears stung my eyes as I watched pleasure pour into his.
“There we go,” he said, taking a step back to admire his work. He nodded, a self-satisfied, smug nod. “That’ll do.”
I stood naked in front of him, my mouth stuffed with my own panties, my entire body shaking. I’d never felt so vulnerable, so submissive, so controlled. The choker on my neck only served to remind me exactly who I belonged to.
Finally, his gaze met mine and he smiled. I took a long, slow, deep breath through my nose, forcing myself to relax my shoulders.
“You’re okay, babe,” he said, as if reading my mind. He reached out, wrapping an arm around me and leading me down the hallway. “Let’s get you all taken care of. It’s going to be a long night, Chloe.”
His voice was so gentle, so low, so nonchalant, as if he was going to get me a glass of wine or something equally innocent.
The thrill of the unknown shot through me again, the anticipation, the slow grip of fear, the adrenaline rushing through me like a rocket.
I had no idea what to expect.
I had no idea just how easy he’d gone on me the last time.
But I was about to find out.
Chapter 12
Smack!
Smack! Smack! Smack!
The hot flash of leather on flesh cracked like thunder. Followed by my low, guttural grunts that I seemed to have no control over, the chorus in my ears was like something out of a nightmare.
My ass burned with the hot stinging rawness of wounded flesh.
Naked and wiggling, I laid over his knee like a restless rag doll. He was still dressed and the denim of his jeans rubbed deliciously against my naked skin.
He was using a different whip this time, leaving the soft tickling one from before hanging on the wall. This one was short and hard and fierce.
Each blow felt like a book was falling on my ass. He hit me firmly, his hands flying over my ass, as if he was on some perverted mission of redemption.
My redemption.
It hurt. A lot more than the time before.
This time, Bear was angrier. Bear’s blows had more force behind them. And that whip was brutally efficient, hitting the fleshy part of my ass fully, leaving not an inch untouched.
Or, at least that’s what it felt like because my entire ass was on fire.
I vowed to never wearing the fucking panties again.
I wanted to tell Bear that, in fact, but I couldn’t because they were still stuffed in my mouth. All I could do was grunt, and moan, and silently kick myself for being so stupidly daring.
I’d done this to myself.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
With each blow, that’s what I told myself. You did this! Smack! It’s your fault! Smack! What the fuck what were you thinking, you fool! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Just when I was beginning to think he was going to go on forever, they stopped.
I froze and turned my head to look up at him.
“Stand up,” he ordered.
I stood on shaky legs, watching, waiting. Tears ran down my face. My ass burned and I felt the welts begin to swell on my thighs.
He reached up and removed the panties from my mouth and I gasped for a huge gulp of air. My breasts heaved as I drank it in.
Bear reached up and pushed my hair behind my ear, his fingers brushing against my cheek.
“Is that enough or do you need more?” he asked, his voice a husky growl.
“That’s enough,” I asked, secretly wondering if he kept going if it would stop hurting at some point or if it would feel so good I wouldn’t be able to take it.
“Are you going to make the same mistake a third time?” he asked.
“No.”
“How can I be certain of that?”
My mind raced for an answer.
“I’ll throw them all out when I get home.”
“Good girl,” he said, raising an approving eyebrow. His eyes gentled and my heart skipped a beat. I’d pleased him. He brushed a kiss across my lips and then reached behind me, rubbing the redness he’d created.
His hand was hot, hotter than the angry skin. I leaned into his heat, inwardly moaning at the deliciousness of his touch.
He pulled me into his arms, my head resting on his chest.
“I love you, Beauty,” he said, stroking my hair.
“I love you, too,” I whispered, melting into him.
“I don’t like doing that to you. Hurting you like that. You understand why I have to do it, don’t you? You know its essential that I’m in control at all times? Until you say it’s too much.”
“I understand.”
“You can always say it’s too much, Beauty,” he whispered, holding me in the silence of the room, the whips and chains and restraints surrounding us as i
f they were whispering promises of forbidden pleasure. He pulled away, staring deeply into my eyes and reaching up to wipe away the tears.
“Promise me you’ll tell me when it’s too much,” he said. My heart melted as I saw the truth in his eyes. It wasn’t about the pain. It wasn’t about hurting me. This was what did it for him. Just like he said, the control. Why should he deny that? Why should I deny the part of me that needed it, too? Our puzzle pieces fit. There was nothing wrong with it.
The pain radiating from my bottom told me I was alive.
It told him that he was in charge of his own life.
No matter what he’d done, whatever pain he’d inflicted in the name of control, he’d never once humiliated or disrespected me.
I wrapped my arms around him, kissing him deeply before replying.
“I promise, Bear,” I whispered, his name like a song on my lips.
“Good girl,” he growled, as I felt his cock grow against my thigh.