The fear I’d felt earlier was back. The tiny twinge of anxiety I’d felt before rushed through me, filling my veins, filling every inch of my heart and every dark corner of my mind with white-hot fear.
I waited, relying on my other senses now, to find him, to anticipate what was coming. But suddenly, there was nothing. I couldn’t hear him breathing. I couldn’t smell him.
Accessing anything but the darkness was impossible.
Was he gone?
Was this part of the game?
A huge mind-fuck of fear?
“Bear?” I called, my voice echoing back to me. I was still on all-fours and I contemplated standing up and feeling my way around. But, still I waited, my ragged breathing the only sound in the room.
“Bear?” I called again, rotating my head. I took another deep breath and reached an arm out in front of me, hitting his abs.
“Oh!” I cried, my finger sliding across his rippling skin.
“I didn’t tell you to move,” he growled. My hand fell back to the ground and I swallowed hard, letting my head hang down between my arms.
“I thought you left,” I whispered.
A hard slap landed on my ass and I jumped and let out a loud yelp.
“Does that feel like I’m gone?” he asked.
“No!” I cried, as he hit me again. His cock brushed against my thigh as his palm landed on my ass cheeks over and over again, until I was whimpering and writhing, my hips dipping down to lessen the blows.
“Stop moving,” he said, grabbing me by my waist. He sat down on the nearby chaise and pulled me over his lap, his hard, naked cock pressed against my belly. The spanking began again, harder this time and with nowhere else to go, no way to decrease the impact, I had no choice but to sink into it, just as I had before with the whip.
His hand turned red hot, my ass burning hotter and hotter with each firm slap.
Over and over, the stinging blows echoed through the room. Skin on skin, our bodies sliding together as he kept hitting me. My legs flailed uncontrollably as he continued. Hot tears stung my eyes, sliding from under the blindfold and down my face as I whimpered below him.
“Bear, Bear…” I cried, shaking my head.
He stopped and my stomach flipped.
“Do you want me to stop?” he growled.
“No,” I cried. “I want—I want you to fuck me!”
“I’m not ready to fuck you,” he said, his cock throbbing hotly against my navel. “You haven’t earned that yet, you little slut.”
I whimpered again as the purest, strongest desire I’d ever felt rushed through me. To be told no, to be refused his cock when I needed it the most, hurt like nothing I’d felt before. It only made everything worse. It flipped something inside of me and the tears began to flow freely now.
“Please, Bear!” I begged. I didn’t care anymore.
“No!” he yelled, his hand landing hard on my ass once more. I hung my head again, falling limp against his lap, taking whatever punishment he thought was best, just wanting him to get it over with so I could feel his cock inside of me again.
I stopped resisting. I let him hit my ass, and after a second, he switched back to the whip. The crack of the leather echoed in the room, mingling with my cries as he hit my thighs, my ass, the whip occasionally falling against my pussy, the blows sending electricity straight to my clit. My juices flowed freely, the wetness seeping onto his thighs, as I lay there, melting into my punishment, taking it like a good girl.
I wanted to please him.
I wanted to hear him call me that again.
It was as if his approval had become my drug, intoxicating me with his game. He hit me again and again, and then he said it, stopping and rubbing his hot hand over the burning stinging flesh of my ass.
“Good girl,” he growled. “You take it like a good girl, Chloe…I’m proud of you.”
I came in a fit of raw pleasure, my body seized by waves of hot heavenly pain that sent me crashing over the edge of consciousness. His fingers slipped deep inside of me, transporting me into a blissful eden of blackness, ripping my body from this universe and sending me to a starry explosion of lust.
“Bear!” I screamed, his fingers delving deeper as I spasmed around him, my juices bursting forth like a damn had broken loose. He growled above me, pulling his fingers away and then laying me on the chaise on my back.
He shoved his cock inside my spasming pussy, slamming inside of me smoothly, my juices covering us both. My body exploded again, a massive, sweeping wave that left me limp below him as he fucked into me savagely, his hands digging into my hips as he held me in place, his hips flying in the air as he fucked me so hard, so fast, so fucking deep.
I reached up, clawing at the blindfold, desperately wanting to see him.
He slapped my hands away, growled and kept fucking me. Harder and harder his cock slammed into my pussy, fucking me with such precision and strength and intention that every nerve in my body was alive. Harder and harder, faster and faster, until I heard him panting, his breath growing ragged and deep until he stiffened, his cock throbbing and exploding inside of me, his hot wetness filling my pussy as my body seized once more, spasming around him as I cried out his name over and over and over.
“Bear, Bear, Bear…” I cried, tears running down my face.
“Shh, Beauty, shh,” he cooed, holding me close, his arms wrapped tightly around me as he kissed my forehead. “You’re okay, baby…”
Chapter 24
I awoke in his bed to the sound of the shower running. I stretched my legs and winced, my hand flying down to my ass. It was still hot. It stung like crazy.
In the light of day, laying in his gigantic bed and looking out the window at the view of the city below, things seemed so strange now. We’d gone to bed last night, holding onto each other like we’d found some sort of salvation. And yet, now, in the bright light of day and all alone with nothing but the very real pain that was throbbing through my body, somehow it didn’t seem quite so magical.
I’d been drunk last night.
Drunk on the power I’d allowed him to have over me.
Drunk on the relief of letting someone else be in charge.
Drunk on the act of giving my body away to him.
I crawled out of bed, grabbing his robe on a nearby chair and sliding it over my naked, red skin. I looked down at my ass and gasped. Not only was it red, but there were tiny little angry welts all over it and outlines of his fingers that would surely bruise later.
My stomach had bright pink streaks criss-crossing over it, remnants from the leather straps he’d used. My breasts were swollen, my nipples sore from his pinching. I rubbed my wrists, sliding my fingers over the sensitive, raw skin there.
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“Jesus,” I said, under my breath. I walked out to the terrace, staring down at the city, as I tightened the robe around me, the cold air whipping around my face, tiny snowflakes falling onto my hair.
The people below looked tiny from up here and I couldn’t help but wonder if any of them were licking the same sort of wounds as I was this morning.
I couldn’t deny that I’d loved it. Every second of it had been filled with this forbidden delight that I’d never experienced before. But I couldn’t help but wonder…how far was this going to go? What was his limit?
The rougher he got, the more turned on he was. Fuck, it wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t admit that I felt the same way. We both enjoyed whatever this was. I didn’t have a name for it. I didn’t know if he did either.
My mind was spinning as I heard the shower shut off. A minute later, he joined me on the terrace, naked and dripping with tiny beads of water, his hair wet. He smelled like soap and minty toothpaste. I smiled at him, shaking my head as I watched snowflakes land on his eyelashes.
“It’s freezing,” I said. “You’re crazy!”
“I like it,” he said, lifting his face to the sky, the snow falling around him. He was a beautiful, magical vision, his perfectly sculpted body looking like something out of a magazine. He smiled and spun around, raising his hands up in the air and laughing. My heart soared as I watched him, amazed at the light that was shining from him in such a purely joyful moment.
Who is he?
He had so many different layers that I couldn’t keep up.
I shivered, the flesh on my ass stinging even more out here in the cold. He stopped spinning and closed the distance between us, pulling me into his arms and kissing me. I melted into his warmth, closing my eyes and leaning into his chest as he wrapped his arms around me.
I wanted to stay there forever, the snow drifting around us on his peaceful terrace, high above the frantic pace of the world below.
I had no idea where any of this was going.
I didn’t know if this was love.
I had no idea what he was thinking.