Is this what he was into?
Is this where he’d been leading me all along?
“What have I gotten myself into?” I said, my voice shaking.
“Chloe,” Bear’s voice boomed from behind me and I nearly jumped out of my skin. “What are you doing in here?”
Chapter 23
“Bear!” I exclaimed. “I was just getting a drink of water.” I held up my water glass, realizing how surprised I was that I hadn’t dropped it yet at the same time.
“The kitchen’s back there,” he pointed behind him and I searched his eyes, trying to see what he was thinking. The darkness of the room prevented me from getting a good look at his eyes. I put one foot in front of the other, breathlessly closing the distance between us.
“I know,” I whispered, finally standing in front of him. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come in here.”
“That’s right, you shouldn’t have,” he said. “I wasn’t planning on showing you this just yet.”
“I’m sorry, Bear,” I said, hanging my head. “Let’s just pretend I didn’t see anything.” I moved to walk around him and he reached out a hand, grabbing my arm. I froze, looking into his eyes, searching the dark storm that was beginning to churn in them.
“It’s too late for that,” he said. “I don’t play pretend.”
“Okay, well,” I replied, my voice quivering. I don’t know why I was so nervous, but something in his voice, in his eyes, was unnerving. “We don’t have to talk about it. Whatever you want, Bear.”
“That’s not how this works,” he growled.
“Wh-what do you mean?” I asked, looking down at his hand as he gripped my arm tighter
“You have to be punished, Chloe,” he whispered. He was naked, too and his cock was hard as rock, throbbing between his legs.
“Punished?” I asked, my voice high with excitement. I didn’t know if I should be turned on or go rushing from the apartment. Adrenaline rushed through my veins as I lifted my chin defiantly.
“I didn’t do anything wrong,” I said. “I don’t need to be punished.”
His eyes smoldered, his pupils dilating as he breathed heavily, his hot breath searing my lips as he came within millimeters of my mouth. A slow smile spread across his face and he shook his head.
“I think you’ve forgotten where you are, Beauty,” he reached up, grabbing a fistful of my hair and roughly pulling it back. “You’ve forgotten who you’re talking to, haven’t you?”
I gasped, the pain ripping through my skull and sending shocks of pleasure straight to my clit.
“How will you punish me?” I asked, my eyes wide, as a slow trickle of desire began rushing through me. If he wanted to play this game, well I could play, too. I was a little intimidated by the whips hanging on the wall but I was trying not to think about them.
“However I damned well please,” he growled, his eyes flashing with anger. “I didn’t tell you that you could leave the bed, did I?”
I shook my head, biting my lip as I waited for whatever he was going to do to me.
“No, I didn’t. The first thing I’m going to do is restrain you, so you don’t take it upon yourself to go wherever you please.”
I nodded, his fingers still tangled in my hair. He let go slowly, then grabbed my arm and pulled me across the room.
“Move!” he yelled.
I jumped into motion, walking along with him as he brought me over to the huge contraption in the middle of the room. I stood in front of it, desperately trying to meet his eyes. I needed something, some sort of reassurance that Bear was still in there, that he hadn’t been replaced with someone—something—else.
He must have sensed it.
He took a deep breath then looked me square in the eye.
“What’s your safe word?” he asked, his voice a deep guttural growl.
“Peaches,” I whispered.
“Good girl,” he said. “You probably weren’t expecting all of this. But now that we’re here, it’s good that you’ve seen it. Now you can see me for who I really am, Chloe,” he nodded slowly, gesturing to the scene around us. “This is me. Take me or leave me. This is your chance to walk away, right now.” He motioned towards the door. “You can leave right now, you can leave anytime. It’s always your choice, you need to know that and understand that. It’s up to you to decide what to do.”
I let his words sink in, and his eyes seemed to pierce so deeply into my soul that I felt it. It was like he’d crawled inside of me and he wasn’t even touching me any more. His hands had fallen to his sides and I yearned for him to touch my skin, but it was as if he’d found a way to look into the darkest corners of my heart and mind, turning over rocks and lighting up the secrets that I’d kept from myself.
Slowly, I lifted my arm in the air, holding it next to the leather cuff behind me.
“I’m staying,” I whispered.
He nodded solemnly, a glimmer of light appearing in his eyes before fading away into the savage darkness that overcame him. It was fast and sudden, too fast, too sudden. His hands fastened the cuff on my raised hand, then the other. My ankles were next, the cuffs tight against my skin. Suspended and restrained, I watched as he stood back to inspect his work.
His stormy eyes raked across my naked body as he nodded slowly.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he said. “I knew you would be.” My hair hung in waves around my face and I stared back at him. He was so present, so fucking intense and for the first time I felt a surge of fear. There was something so savage about him right now, even more than before, like a predator toying with his prey.
He grabbed something from the wall behind me and I braced myself for the pain of the blow, but instead a wispy softness floated over my skin and I looked down to see a handful of soft leather straps hanging loose around my thigh. He trailed the whip higher up my leg and over my right hip, my skin tingling from the sensual slide of the leather.
He was close, so close I could feel the warmth of his body, smell the lingering scent of our sex from earlier. He brought his mouth to my ear, his voice a thick whisper of lust.
“Your skin is going to turn such a lovely shade of pink.”
I trembled as he ran the leather over my hard nipples, goosebumps forming on my arms.
He stepped away and pulled his arm back, taking the straps with him. I braced myself again as he brought it forward once more, sliding it between my legs, the leather running between my pussy lips like a snake.
I quivered with desire.
He pulled it away again, then lightly hit my thigh with it. He hit it again, harder this time. I bit my lip, holding my breath for the pain that I knew was surely coming.
But it didn’t.
The harder he hit, the better it felt.
The pain was a rush of heat to my skin, as if the blow was waking me up with each increase of force. I melted into them, his blows becoming harder and harder until he was raining blows down on me so fast and furiously that they became a blur. My thighs, my belly, my breasts were all tingling with the sensation of being woken up until even the quick rush of air that each blow delivered was like a chorus of pleasure coursing through my veins.
When he stopped, I cried out.
He smiled, a slow approving, proud smile.
“Most people cry when it’s happening, not when it stops, Chloe,” he whispered, sliding the whip along my trembling skin again. “Tell me, Beauty. Do you like this?” He slipped the leather between my legs, pushing it against my pussy.
I nodded, gasping for breath.
“Good girl,” he moaned, reaching down and wrapping his fingers around his cock. “Come down from there.”
He unfastened the cuffs on my feet and then my hands. I hadn’t realized how weak I was and I sank to the ground, my knees buckling beneath me. I looked back at up him through a curtain of hair. He towered over me, the whip in his hand, his cock pulsing and throbbing between his legs like some sort of virile god of sex.
I’d
never wanted to be fucked so badly in my life. I licked my lips, my eyes meeting his, hoping like hell he could see the desire there.
I lifted myself on all fours, crawling towards him, craving the feel of him in my mouth, in my pussy, anywhere and everywhere he could reach.
“Stop!” he commanded. I froze, waiting, a plea of unbridled lust on the tip of my tongue. “Turn around!”
I did as he asked. Walking on my hands and feet in a circle, until my ass was pointed at him. He stepped between my feet, slapping the inside of my thighs with his whip until I opened my thighs wider, my ass and pussy on full display for him.
I pushed away a twinge of shyness, focusing instead on the sweet anticipation. It hit me that this was part of the game. The waiting. The wondering. The imagining.
He walked around to my head and leaned down, staring into my eyes.
His piercing gaze ripped right through me. When he raised his hands, I saw the blindfold. I cringed, the thought of being plunged into darkness, of not being able to see him, to see what he was doing terrified me. I hadn’t even imagined he would do that.
When he slipped it over my eyes, I whimpered. Everything turned black and I was left all alone. There was nothing to think about but the darkness and what was coming next.