Owning Beauty (Taking Beauty Trilogy 3)

“Chloe, tell me again…who do you belong to?”

“You,” I gasped. “I’m yours.”

“Good girl,” he said, letting go of my hair and reaching down, snaking his fingers around my neck, covering the collar and rubbing the tiny pearls with his thumb. I looked into his eyes.

“Beauty,” he said, his fingers sliding up and cradling my cheek, “you were the most beautiful vision I’ve ever seen today.”

I smiled, tears stinging my eyes.

“Stand up,” he said.

I stood on wobbly legs and faced him. He reached over on the bed and picked up the nipple clamps. I shivered when I looked at the clips, attached to long white leather tassels. My nipples hardened even more than they already were and I swallowed hard, thinking about the pain.

“It’ll only hurt at first,” he said, winking, reading my mind. I tried to take comfort in his reassurance, taking a deep breath before he placed the first one on my twitching left nipple. The sharp bite dug into my tender flesh and I whimpered, biting my bottom lip hard to keep from crying out.

A slow smile spread across his face as he watched me, then he put the other clamp on. I whimpered again, taking a deep breath again, tears stinging my eyes.

Bear nodded, reaching out with a smile and pressing two fingers into my clit.

Sharp, stinging electric shocks shot through my body, exploding in my brain, my head falling back as I cried out, violent shudders of pleasure ripping through me as he pressed harder, the sharp biting of the clamps turning to a deliciously glowing warmth.

“Good girl…” Bear’s satisfied murmur crashed through my hazy cloud of ecstasy and I opened my eyes, blinking in amazement at him.

“We should have done that sooner,” he growled. I nodded vigorously as he kept pressing into my clit, moving his fingertips in small, sure circles. My thighs fell open as I pushed my hips forward, wanting more of him, needing him to give me every thing he could.

My body was on fire with lust for him, for my husband.

He dipped his fingers back inside me and I moaned at his touch. In and out, in and out, the smooth slide of flesh on flesh was deliciously satisfying.

“Yes,” I whispered, pressing my hips forward.

When he pulled away, I thought I might faint.

My eyes flew open, my mouth opening in protest.

He was holding the handcuffs.

“Lie on the bed,” he growled. I crawled onto the gorgeous gold threaded bed and watched as Bear walked over and flipped a switch near the headboard. The canopy surrounding the bed began to close slowly, trailing along an electronic railing at the top. The curtains closed around us completely, leaving us surrounded in the luxurious white brocade curtains. Bear pushed another button and soft classical music poured into the room as the light dimmed.

He pushed his boxers down, standing at the foot of the bed, staring down at me like a fucking god, his beautiful cock at full attention, the hunger and lust in his eyes sending my heart racing in my chest.

“Touch yourself,” he said.

“Bear…” I murmured, stopping myself before I complained. I wanted him inside of me, but apparently he wanted to drag this out as long as he could. I reached down, my fingers slipping inside of my pussy smoothly. I met his gaze, enchanted by the fire in his eyes as he stared down at my moving fingers.

I opened my thighs wider, pulling my lips apart.

“This is yours,” I said. “Forever and ever…”

I slipped a finger inside and brought it to my mouth, licking it seductively, hoping my wanton attitude would push him over the edge. We had the rest of our lives to play games, I desperately wanted his cock inside of me right now.

“Don’t you want to fuck me?” I asked.

“I will, Beauty,” he said, crawling up the bed and hovering over me. He brushed a kiss over my lips. “In due time.”

I sighed and he smiled.

“You’re so impatient,” he winked.

I nodded, as he reached for my hands, pulling them over my head as he straddled me. His cock rested against my stomach and I longed to touch it. He clicked the handcuffs into place over my head, my wrists restrained in a cage of soft, tickling fur. I pulled them apart, testing them.

“They may be pretty, but they’re strong,” he said, smiling down at me. He kissed me gently and pulled away, “just like you.”

He kissed me again, deeply this time, his tongue sliding between my lips, searching, invading, devouring. I kissed him back with the same passion, melting below his warm body as his cock twitched enticingly against my belly. He slid down my body, trailing kisses along my trembling flesh, my skin hungry for his mouth.

He kissed each breast, his mouth sliding around the nipple clamps that I’d almost forgotten about. The constant burning had become a part of me, a part of my need, a part of my pleasure. He reached up, pulling on them as I winced at the sharp pain.

He smiled, dipping his head to my belly and kissing it slowly, his lips tracing over my hip bones, tickling the tender flesh there with his tongue.

I shuddered, my pussy soaked and quivering with desire for him.

When his mouth engulfed my clit, I melted into the bed, my body submitting to the sweetest bliss of his tongue, his lips, his teeth, licking and sliding along my skin, dipping inside of my heat, tasting me, biting me, drinking the fountain of pleasure that was now pouring from me.

“Bear, Bear, Bear…” my head thrashed wildly on the bed as I chanted his name like a prayer, my thighs spread open, my body consumed by the purest pleasure…submission.

I closed my eyes, throwing myself into the sensation of completely giving in, allowing this beautiful man to take me, to claim me, to own me….

I trusted him. With everything. With every pound of flesh. With every ethereal drop of mist that made up my soul. With every beat of my heart.

I gave in.

I gave in to him. I gave in to this love. I gave in to every part of myself that fit with every part of him.

His mouth hit the spot. My bound hands flew down, my fingertips sinking into his soft black locks and pressing his head closer into my pussy. His mouth was pure heaven, licking and sucking skillfully, flittering over my clit and then sucking it hard into his mouth.

My orgasm hit me hard and fast. I crashed into his mouth, flailing uncontrollably as he continued his delicious assault despite my wild thrashing.

“Yessssssss,” I growled, my voice filled with the lustful pleasure of release. I shuddered, my body left shaking and breathless as he pulled away, his kisses trailing back up my body. His cock twitched against my thigh, sliding up it and leaving a trail of slick treasure in its wake.

His lips landed on mine at the exact same second his cock pressed against my entrance, his hot tongue sliding in as his velvety cock thrust inside of me.

I moaned into his mouth, his cock so hard, so big, so perfect. I pushed my hips up towards him, wanting every inch of his perfection buried deep inside of me. He pushed harder, deeper, his cock opening me up and throbbing hotly, sending my head spinning with ecstasy.

He slammed into me, kissing me and fucking me, his body like a machine working inside of me, his kiss hot and demanding.

“Turn around,” he roared. Quickly, I obeyed, my ass offered to him. I closed my eyes, wishing that he would use the whip. I needed so badly to feel the heat of the sting, the slap of the leather against my tender flesh. He sank his cock back into my pussy and I shuddered with pleasure once again. His hands pulled my cheeks apart and I welped as I felt his thumb slid into my ass.

“Look at you, Chloe,” he said. “Look at you shudder every time I touch you. Look at you, shaking like a leaf every time I fuck my cock into you,” he said, pressing hard into me. His words left me breathless and I pushed back again, sliding my pussy farther down on his hardness. “You’re my perfect little bride, look how much you enjoy it.” He pushed his thumb inside my ass and a jolt of pleasure shot through me.

“Yes,

” he said, gripping my hips and fucking into me hard, “that’s it. Take my cock like the perfect little minx you are. Yes, Beauty….my Beauty…”

My head hung low between my arms as I held myself up on the bed. His cock plunged into me from behind, his thrusts mesmerizing me. I’d almost forgotten about the whip.

But he’d never let me do that.

He didn’t touch me softly with the leather. He didn’t slid it gently across my ass. I didn’t even realize he’d picked it up. His cock never stopped slamming into me. He never missed a beat.

Like the sudden bang of a loud drum, the blow landed on my ass with the full force of Bear’s strength behind it.

“Ahhhhhhh!” I cried, my head shooting up, my eyes and mouth wide with shock.

His low, sexy laughter was drowned out by the rest of the blows. One after another, he began slapping the whip against my cheeks, alternating each side until both sides of my ass were a burning scarlet inferno.

He kept fucking me, my body wildly responding to the dichotomy of pain and pleasure, his cock soothing the inside of my flesh, while his whip inflamed the exterior.

I felt his cock swell inside of me and he slowed down, dropping the whip and gently rubbing my tender flesh with his hot palm. I whimpered, struggling against my restraints. His fingers dug into my hips, turning me over, his cock still buried inside of me.

I landed on my back, so happy to be able to see him again. I peered into his gorgeous blue eyes, the familiar storm greeting me like an old friend. He fucked into me, hovering over me as his hips danced against mine, his cock piercing me deeply. He kissed me again, his warm lips like heaven, his rippling hard body pressed against me and feeling like home.

We moaned together, our search for closeness, our journey for unity, our unbridled love, consummated in a passionate tornado of lust and pleasure, love and pain, joy and sadness.

“Mine, mine, mine…,” he chanted with each thrust, his enchanting spell transporting us into our future.

He exploded inside of me, his heat, his seed, his love….filling me up, claiming me, owning me…

Bear

Waking up with my bride nestled in my arms was something I’d never forget. I blinked my eyes open, her beauty bathed in the morning light and taking my breath away. My gaze trailed around the room, the spent remnants of our wedding night scattered along the floor.