“Darling Chloe,” he smiled, peering right through me. “Because I’m going to fuck you like there’s no tomorrow. In every position. In every one of these rooms. And the day after that, I’m going to do it again. We’ll get into more detail as we go along, but the last thing I ever want to do is hurt you. So don’t forget your word.”
“O-okay,” I said, my voice cracking, my body tingling at his words.
“And Chloe?” he said, reaching up behind my head and sinking his fingers into my hair, pulling softly.
“Yes?” I asked, my eyes wide.
“Test yourself. Push your boundaries. Don’t use that word unless you really mean it. As soon as you utter it, everything comes to a full stop. And nothing happens again until I say it does. Do you understand?”
I nodded and he let go of my hair, sliding a finger down my chin. He leaned closer, his face inches from mine as he smiled.
“Now, there’s one more thing,” he said.
“Yes?” I asked.
“It’s important that you do anything and everything I ask of you and that you follow instructions perfectly, no matter how strange it might seem to you. Do you understand?”
“I think so,” I nodded.
“Good girl,” he murmured, brushing a kiss across my lips. A bolt of electricity ripped through my body as he kissed me, but his lips were gone before I could kiss him back.
“Any questions?” he asked.
“Yes, a million,” I replied.
“I don’t have time for a million questions. You can ask me one right now,” he winked, his handsome face wrinkling at the edges. I couldn’t believe the things he was saying, the things he was saying he was going to do to me. Fuck, I could barely breathe looking at him.
“Is this my job?” I asked, finally.
His laughter roared through the apartment and he shook his head.
“Of course not. I’ll find you a real job. You can consider this a fringe benefit,” he said.
I nodded, still completely confused. Did he expect me to be a sex slave and work for him at the same time? Was I seriously going to go through with this? To be honest, I would have done just about anything he asked of me, safe word or no safe word. In fact, I couldn’t imagine what we would ever need it for.
It’s not like I was going to ask him to stop fucking me, for fuck’s sake.
Such a request seemed like a joke right now. In fact, sitting on this bed with him, it was taking all my strength not to beg him to fuck me right this very second.
Turns out, begging wasn’t required.
“Now,” he said, standing up. I watched as he pulled himself up, standing in front of me and looking down.
His eyes flashed, full of hunger and desire. “Stand up, Chloe.”
I obeyed, silently standing in front of him.
“Are you ready?” he asked, without waiting for an answer. “I like being in control. Until I say differently, it would be best if you do everything I say without hesitation.”
That was my first clue that I might be in over my head. I could have strolled out of there and never gone back. It’s not like he was forcing me. It wasn’t even that he wasn’t giving me a choice. But what he wasn’t really giving me were explanations and that’s what I was desperately seeking.
He’d told me answers would come later, and I could either trust that and trust him, or I could walk out. I glanced over at the door of the bedroom, the thought of fleeing flashing in my head.
“I barely know you,” I muttered. “I’m so confused…” My eyes searched his for answers, but all I saw was darkness.
Maybe it should have scared me. But it didn’t. It only increased the intrigue.
His fingers snaked into my hair again, pulling my head back as I looked up at him.
“And that’s what makes this so exciting, isn’t it? I’ve been dreaming about fucking you again for a week. You’re all I could think about, Chloe. And right now, I’m tired of talking. Do you understand? I’ll tell you everything you want to know. You have to trust me,” he said, pulling my head back farther, his eyes peering into mine. “Do you trust me?”
“I - I think so,” I whispered, tears stinging my eyes.
He smiled and nodded.
“Good girl,” he whispered, letting go of my hair and putting both hands on my shoulders. “Now, turn around and let me see your ass.”
“What!” I yelled, my eyes widening in shock.
He smiled, his eyes lighting up with a mischievous glimmer and shook his head.
“You heard me, Chloe,” he spun me around and gently pushed me forward, my hands landing on the patchwork quilt on the bed, my ass in the air towards him. His hands grabbed the edge of my skirt, lifting it up slowly over my hips, exposing my bare ass.
“You did good getting rid of the panties. Don’t ever wear them in my presence again. Make sure you follow the rest of my instructions just as efficiently.” His hands ran over my ass cheeks hotly and I shivered at his touch. “Your ass is absolute perfection, do you know that, Chloe?”
I blushed, my heart pounding so hard in my chest I could feel the blood pumping through my veins. His hands pulled my ass cheeks apart and I gasped.
“Bear,” I said, shaking my head.
“Shhh, this is just the beginning, Chloe,” he said, his fingertip trailing around my entrance. “I intend to get intimately familiar with every single inch of you.”
I whimpered as he pressed his fingertip forward, sliding into me.
“Mmmm,” he murmured, pressing further and further into me until his entire finger was buried inside of me. “So tight, so hot,” he said. “You know, my cock is going to feel so amazing buried inside of your tight ass.”
I whimpered again and he leaned down, whispering in my ear.
“Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Chloe?” he asked.
I shook my head no and moaned as he pressed even farther inside of me.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “I promise you’ll love it.”
In an instant, his fingers were gone and I was left bent over the bed, my ass in the air, exposed, vulnerable and bashful as a skittish deer.
When I heard the sound of his zipper, I bit my lip with worry. Was he going to fuck me now? His fingers had felt so amazing and now that he was gone, I felt nothing but empty and hungry and oh-so-fucking needy. Normally, I would have hated these feelings but now, with Bear, I was relishing in them.
Slowly, I was losing myself in my desire for him.
“Turn around,” he demanded. I did so, turning and sitting on the bed, and coming face to face with his perfect masterpiece of masculinity.
His cock was stunning. Huge. Long. Hard. And pulsing with hunger.
Hunger for me. Hunger for my body.
My eyes shot up to meet his a
nd I saw the hunger reflected there, too. My own hunger raged through me. I’d needed a man like him in my life for so long and I never really knew it.
I wanted him to take charge.
I wanted him to tell me what to do to please him, to please myself. I needed Bear Dalton and I needed all of him.
And most of all, I needed every fucking inch of his exquisite cock.
“On your knees, baby,” he said, his voice a low growl of desire, as his pants fell to the ground. He stepped out of them quickly, kicking off his shoes and ripping his shirt from his torso. I licked my lips as I drank in the sight of his sculpted muscles.
He was like a dream.
My eyes trailed down his tight abs, pulled down by the thin line of hair that led directly to his treasure. My eyes locked onto his pulsing cock, licking my lips as I watched his fingers wrap around his shaft before offering it to me.
A perfect prize, a beloved treasure. And all mine.
Pleasure pulsed through my body, every inch of me tingling with sweet anticipation. I reached out, claiming my prize, first with my hand, wrapping around the base of his throbbing hardness and then with my mouth, sliding his velvety cock smoothly past my lips, my tongue twirling around it delightfully.
When I heard him moan in pleasure, it was like music to my ears. His cock filled my mouth perfectly, his hardness pulsing against my tongue hotly. I devoured him, working my hands and mouth in a symphony of movement until he was moaning over and over, his fingers sinking into my hair and guiding my head gently as he thrust his cock in and out of my mouth.
“Good girl, good girl,” he growled, over and over, his cock swelling as it slid across my lips. I sucked, harder and harder, working my tongue around his shaft, pulling the head between my lips until he pushed me away. I fell back on my feet and looked up at him.
“I’m not finished,” I begged, my lips wet and swollen with desire. He smiled down at me, the look in his eyes turning savage and raw.
“Neither am I,” he growled, his eyes full of white-hot determination. His mouth crashed against mine, his kiss hot and hard. I melted into him, our tongues colliding and tangling together in a hot mess of unbridled lust and desire. His fingers found their way to my buttons, pulling open my suit jacket and pushing it over my shoulders. My white silk camisole tore to pieces as he ripped it from my body, tiny pearl buttons flying everywhere.