by Wild, Nikki
“Stand up,” he commanded. I jumped to my feet and he unzipped the side zipper of my skirt, pushing it over my bare hips until I was standing in front of him wearing nothing but my heels and my black lace bra.
His kisses turned harder and harder until he pulled away, unfastening the front clasp on my bra until my breasts spilled out into his hands. His fingers found my nipples, squeezing hard until I cried out in pain.
A slow, evil smile started on his lips and spread to his eyes, highlighting the darkness that I’d seen there earlier.
He was sweet, he was generous, he was kind, but there was a prevailing darkness inside of him that did nothing but intrigue me and turn me on. Maybe I should have been afraid. Maybe I was putting myself in physical danger. But being with Bear stimulated everything inside of me—not just my flesh, but my brain, too. My head was racing with wonder and awe, never knowing what was coming next.
He kept me on the edge of the Universe with every stroke of his tongue.
This was the kind of relationship that I’d yearned for. This was the kind of sex that I’d always imagined. This was the fantasy that I’d been searching for.
A real man.
A demanding man.
A man that knew exactly what he wanted, how he wanted it and how to take it.
How could I not appreciate that? There were no games. No pretense. No uncertainty.
There was nothing but need and desire and the willingness to fulfill it.
I’d never wanted to be fucked so badly in my life. I’d never wanted a man to take me, to make me his, to use my body in whatever way pleased him…all because it brought me pleasure.
Sure, I was confused as hell, but I’d never felt so fucking alive in my life and all I could do was beg for more.
Gently his pushed me back onto the bed, hovering over me and pulling his mouth from mine as he looked down into my eyes, his cock inches from my waiting pussy.
“You’re the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen, Chloe,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust as he rubbed his cock over my clit. I squirmed below him, my body thrumming with desire.
“Bear, please,” I said, lifting my hips, eager for him to be inside of me.
“Tell me what you want, Chloe,” he said.
“I want you, please, Bear, please?” I begged.
“Say it, say the words, baby,” he said, pushing forward, his cock pressing into me ever so slightly, too slightly. I whimpered, pressing my hips up again.
“Fuck me, please fuck me,” I cried.
“Good girl,” he growled, as his lips found mine. His cock slid inside of me smoothly, one long, deliciously satisfying thrust that sent waves of pleasure rocking through every inch of me.
“Yes!” I cried, tears of joy springing to my eyes as I finally felt what I’d been dying to feel for so long. “Oh, my god, yes, yes, yes!”
He kissed me hard, too hard, the metallic taste of blood stinging my tongue. My pussy quivered in the sweetest pleasure around his hardness, my body singing in joy and fulfillment as he began fucking into me over and over again. My thighs wrapped around his hips, my hands wildly running over his rippling flesh, his strength on full display as he hovered over me, his muscles flexing as he expertly pulled every ounce of pleasure from my flesh.
His perfect cock hammered into me, slamming fully into me, his body banging against my swollen clit, his delicious fullness ripping everything away.
There was no more shyness, there was no more embarrassment.
There was no uncertainty, no confusion.
As far as I was concerned, as long as this beautiful man fucked me in this incredibly forceful and gorgeous way, then he could do anything in the world to me he wanted.
Fuck my questions. Fuck my need to understand.
All I needed was Bear’s body, Bear’s cock, Bear’s kisses. Those are the things I understood.
The rest didn’t matter.
All that mattered was our bodies, fitting together perfectly, crashing together in a perfect crescendo of everything good in the world.
His kisses turned deeper, his hands touching all of me all at once, his scent, his taste, his song…all turning everything around me and in me into the sweetest pleasure I’d ever felt.
“Bear, Bear, Bear,” I cried, as I opened myself to him, as fully as I possibly could. My thighs fell apart, my arms wrapped around him, welcoming him in, inviting him into the deepest parts of me, parts of me that even I hadn’t seen for myself yet.
He fucked me with abandon, his eyes closed, his hips working against me like a two hundred pound fuck machine.
Quivering, shuddering, quakes of pleasure washed over me, my body exploding into a million stars of light as I pulsed around his hammering cock, relentlessly pounding into me harder and harder until he crashed over the edge with me, his body shuddering hard as his huge cock swelled inside of me and exploded.
“Chloe!” he called, my name echoing off his tongue like a battle cry as he came inside of me.
“Bear, yes, yes, yes!” I whispered, his warmth washing over me and in me, as he moaned and kissed me again, his tongue searching deeper and deeper as we clung to each other, my entire body tingling with pure joy.
I fell back on the bed, watching him, his face flushed, his sculpted body so fucking alive and beautiful that it almost hurt to look at him.
He shuddered and pulled out of me, the absence of his warmth so palpable I almost pulled him back in. A whimper escaped from my lips as I stared up at him.
He pulled his pants up, zipped them and turned away from me. I was naked, splayed out on the bed like a harlot, begging for more as I watched him walk towards the door.
“You’re leaving?” I asked, my voice full of breathless dismay.
“You need time to get settled. One of my drivers will pick you up at nine in the morning to bring you to my office,” he said, before pausing at the door and throwing a quick smile my way. “Don’t worry, Chloe. We’ve only just begun.”
And then he was gone, just like that. Leaving me alone in this strange city, this strange apartment, with all these strange feelings coursing through my limbs as I tried to make sense of it all.
In the end, even that was pointless. Sleep found me before any rational thought appeared.
Chapter 8
Max introduced himself as I walked out to the sidewalk the next morning. My new driver had been announced at exactly nine a.m. by the door staff, just as Bear had promised. Because of the insane bumper to bumper traffic, it took over half an hour just to drive the mile from my apartment to Bear’s office.
I’d sat in the back of the limo, staring out at the people rushing by on the sidewalk and wondered what stroke of luck had occurred that had permitted me to be the one in the back of this limo, instead of one of the other women on the sidewalk.
I’d spent the entire night tossing and turning on the insanely comfortable mattress that was now my bed. After unpacking, I realized I just felt lost. I had no idea what I was doing letting some man, a virtual stranger, do such things to my body. My goodness, it felt amazing, it was magical, it was like being put in a trance or something, but how had this all happened?
It was too fast, too confusing, and I was left with so many questions.
What was my job going to be? Bear had left that one important thing totally unanswered, leaving me with a big question mark hanging over my head. I didn’t even know what to wear, so I’d opted for another suit, this one a deep maroon that I’d paired with a pair of black kitten heels. And I’d left the panties in the drawer of the dresser, just as I’d been instructed.
I wasn’t sure if the ban included tights, but since I was getting picked up and not one of the many people walking the cold streets of New York City, I left the tights at home, too, hoping my long heavy coat would keep my bare legs warm enough.
I was wrong, of course. I was fucking freezing, even with the warmth of the limo’s heater blowing out hot air. My bare pussy was so cold I fina
lly understood why men’s balls rose back up into their bodies.
When we pulled up to the tower with Dalton Enterprises emblazoned above the door, I took a deep breath and tried to calm the nerves that were racing through my veins. I wondered if this was ever going to get any easier—seeing Bear—because up until now every single time had left me shaking and shuddering.
The limo door opened and I stepped out, thanking Max and walking inside. I walked to the security desk and told them I had an appointment with Bear Dalton. The security guard was young and handsome, his short black hair a stark contrast to his bright blue eyes.
“Yes, Ms. McDonnell, Mr. Dalton is expecting you. Go right up to the forty-fifth floor.”
“Thank you,” I said, smiling at him. If this had been any other day, I might have flashed a flirty smile at him. He was my type. Or, what my type had previously been. I’d never have imagined I would be interested in a man like Bear, but here I was. Maybe I didn’t know what my type was after all.
After a quick elevator ride, the doors opened to a sleek, shiny, modern office. The receptionist was a young pretty brunette, close to my age, but she seemed to be infinitely more sophisticated than me.
“Mr. Dalton will see you now,” she cooed, leading me down a long hallway and opening a door at the end of it. I stepped in and took a deep breath
Bear was on the phone, but he flashed me a smile and gestured that he’d just be a minute.
“Jeffrey, this can’t wait any longer. I want the deal finished today. Tell them they give us what we want or we walk, understood? We don’t have time to waste on this project.”
I arched an eyebrow as I listened and looked around his enormous office. Apparently, he was just as demanding in business as he was with me. He hung up abruptly and turned to me. A slow smile spread across his face and he walked towards me, his arms open. He embraced me warmly, kissing my cheeks.
“Good morning, Chloe. Did you get all settled in last night?”
I blushed at his mention of the previous evening, flashes of him fucking me running through my head.
“I did,” I replied.
“Good, good,” he said, releasing me. He walked behind the enormous dark wooden desk in the corner and sat down. “Sit.”
I obeyed, just as I had every time before, without thinking, without questioning.
“Is my Mother here?” I asked. She’d called me last night, just to make sure I was happy with my apartment and I was pretty sure she was on the verge of asking me to live with her, but to her credit, she didn’t. I didn’t want to fight with her, but I was glad I had my own place, I was grateful to Bear for setting it up.
I needed privacy, but I mostly needed time alone with my thoughts.
“She’s not. She was here earlier, but she went to meet with our board of directors across town. She’s wonderful, isn’t she? She insisted on hitting the ground running.”
I nodded and stared across the desk at him. He looked different here. More professional, a little more stressed.
His usually relaxed shoulders were drawn up, his forehead was wrinkled in concentration. And yet, somehow, he still exuded the utmost confidence. All of this only added to his handsomeness, of course. He was a man of many layers, this much was obvious. I found myself wanting to peel back every single one of them and inspect them, explore them, taste them.
“I have something for you,” he said, pushing a small white box with a red bow across the desk towards me.
“Oh, you didn’t have to —,” I began.
“—Open it.”
“Okay,” I murmured, taking it from the desk and slowly untying the red satin bow. I pulled the lid off and pulled the tissue paper back. My eyes squinted in confusion as I reached in and pulled out the object. It was a small black rubber object, tapered at one end and adorned with a shiny, pink costume jewel on the other end.
“What is it?” I asked, turning it over in my hand.
“You don’t know?” he asked, his voice full of amusement.
“No,” I shook my head, turning it around and inspecting it from a different angle.
“Oh, Chloe,” he laughed. “We are going to have so much fun together.”
“I don’t understand,” I said.
“Darling, it’s for that perfect, sweet ass of yours. It’s a bedazzled butt plug!”
“Oh!” I said, dropping it back in the box as if it were on fire.
His laughter echoed off the walls and I blushed furiously.
“Don’t be embarrassed, beautiful. You’re going to become very well acquainted with that.”
“I don’t think…” I began, but my voice trailed off as my eyes crashed with his.
“What’s your safe word?”
“What?” I replied. “Peaches.”
“Good, don’t forget that,” he said, standing up and walking over to me. I stared up at him, waiting for some sort of explanation. “Remember, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“Okay,” I replied, my voice soft and shy.
“Stand up,” he whispered, taking the box from me and placing it back on his desk. I stood up, smoothing my skirt over my thighs.
“Come over here,” he said, walking back behind his desk and sitting down. I followed him and stood next to him. He pushed his seat back and pointed to the space under his desk.
“Get under there,” he said.
“What?” I asked, my voice lifting three octaves.
“On your knees, Chloe,” he replied.
I stood there, looking down at him, my eyes blinking in confusion as I shook my head.
“I don’t understand,” I said.
“Now!” he barked. I jumped in surprise, but without further questioning, sure enough, my knees buckled and I sank to my knees in front of him.
“Good girl,” he said, reaching over and caressing my cheek.
I tried to smile up at him, but it was more of a quiver of my lips. My nipples hardened and my body began shuddering as he pointed to the space under his desk again.
“Crawl under there,” he said. I put my hands on the ground, crawling on all fours into the space under his desk.
“That’s it,” he said, pushing his chair back up to his desk until I was stuffed into the tiny space and staring at his expensively covered knees and crotch.
“Can you hear me?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Perfect. Now take out my cock,” he said.
My mouth opened in shock. I hesitated briefly as I looked at the bulge between his legs and then, as if my hands had a mind of their own, I reached up, unbuttoning his belt and his slacks and slowly unzipping them.
Pushing the fabric of his slacks to the side, I reached into his silk boxers, pulling out his huge, throbbing cock. It felt like velvet in my hands and I stroked it slowly, watching in awe as it kept growing harder and longer before my eyes.
“Good girl,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “Now, wrap your lips around it, Chloe. And don’t stop until I tell you to. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Bear,” I whispered.
“Good, good,” he said, as I brought my lips forward, sliding them down his shaft. His moans seemed to wash over me, leaving me wet and hungry. His cock filled my mouth deliciously and I felt everything else disappear, once again, as I lost myself in the sensation of his fullness.
Until he picked up the phone and then I came crashing right back down to Earth.
“Sarah, can you come in here, please?”
“Be right there, Mr. Dalton,” I heard the receptionist say.
I froze, my hands and mouth frozen in motion and shock.
“Did I tell you to stop, Chloe?” he said, his voice a low growl.
A deep hot flush rushing to my cheeks as I slid my lips back over his hardness. I heard the door open and footsteps come closer as I kept bobbing my head up and down on his massive, throbbing cock.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Dalton?” Sarah asked.
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sp; Did she even wonder where I was? Could she see me? Did she know I was under the desk with Bear’s cock stuffed in my mouth?
He reached under the desk, his hands finding my head as he tangled his fingers in my hair and pushed my head down gently. I gulped hard, fighting to breathe without making any noise.
“I need to reschedule my meeting with Anderson this afternoon,” he said. “Make it for next Tuesday.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied. “Anything else?”
“Yes, make dinner reservations for two at the 21 Club for tonight.”
“Certainly, sir,” she said. “Will that be all?”
“For now,” he replied, his hands pushing my mouth down even more around the base of his cock. I struggled to stay silent, willing myself to breathe as his cock slid in and out of my mouth, my tongue twirling around it.
Finally, Sarah’s footsteps faded away and I heard the door click closed. Bear groaned and slid his chair back, pulling his cock away as he did.
I stayed under his desk, staring up at him in shock.
“That was a test, Chloe,” he said, smiling down at me. “Come out of there. You did great.”
“Th-thank you,” I replied, unsure if that was even how I should respond. This man had taken everything I knew to be true and turned it upside down. I crawled out and he reached out a hand to help me to my feet until I was standing face to face with him.
His lips crashed onto mine, his hands sinking back into my hair, pulling my head back as he claimed my mouth. His kiss was hard and urgent and fast. Within seconds, he was turning me around towards his desk and pushing me forward over it. He reached down, lifting my skirt over my hips and moaning.
“Good girl,” he said, his hand landing a hard, stinging blow on my ass cheek. “No panties. If you’re always this good at following instructions, you and I are going to get along famously.”
I jumped as he hit me again, his wide, hot palm landing blow after blow on my flesh as I whimpered at his assault. My ass was burning and it hurt — a lot — but with each new blow, shockwaves of pleasure shot through my body until I was wiggling my ass in front of him, each blow promising a new wave of welcome pleasure. I’d never been spanked before, not like this, not with such force or with such urgency.