by Nikki Wild
“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.
The corset lay thrown across a chair, the handcuffs hanging off a side table. The whip and panties tangled together on the marble floor. I looked down at Beauty again and smiled at the collar still firmly secured to her neck.
She was mine.
Officially, completely, unapologetically mine.
My heart soared with the realization that this was my reality now. This was the beauty my life was filled with, a loving woman, a happy home, a beautiful, perfect life.
I drank in the peaceful feeling, holding her close as I inhaled her sweet scent. Last night had been a whirlwind of sex and connection and lust and letting go. There was something about being bound by marriage that let all inhibitions fall away. Chloe had embraced me already, accepted my quirks and preferences, as I liked to call my domineering tendencies, but last night, she’d leaned into them in a whole new way.
My cock was throbbing before I’d opened my eyes and I yearned to start all over. Sure, I’d take her this morning, but we wouldn’t have time for a repeat of last night. Max was waiting for us outside the hotel to take us to the airport and the plane was waiting on the runway to whisk us away to our honeymoon.
I’d let her pick the location and she’d picked Paris. An obvious choice, but a romantic one. I couldn’t wait to make love to my wife in France. In fact, I made a vow to make love to her on every continent and as many cities around the world as possible. We’d laugh about it later, making memories that would last a lifetime.
But first, I needed to get rid of this painful throbbing between my legs. I reached down between her legs, gently sliding my fingers between her lips, slowly rubbing her clit. Her moan was like a song in my ears. I gazed upon her face, my eyes trailing over her upturned nose and her lush full lips, and when her eyes fluttered open, and a slow, sleepy smile spread across her face, I couldn’t help but growl and roll her over and slide my cock deep inside of her without a word.
She moaned again, over and over, her cries vibrating soft and low in my ears as she wrapped herself around me, rocking against me as we rode the massive waves of pleasure that our bodies created out of our tangled limbs, our heat, our love…
Hand in hand, we walked out of the hotel. On our beaming faces, cheshire grins had taken up permanent residence. We were so damned elated, we were practically skipping to the car. Max stood by the back door, always on time, always patient.
“Good morning, newlyweds!” he cried, with a happy smile.
“Good morning, Max!” Chloe said, hugging him.
“Morning, buddy,” I said, gripping his fist and pulling him in for a hug. “Thanks for the lift.”
“Of course,” Max said. Chloe slid into the backseat and Max stopped me before I got in. “Bear, there’s a man over there that told me he was waiting for you and Chloe.”
“What?” I asked, looking at the man Max was pointing to. He was walking straight towards me. “I don’t know him.”
Max straightened up, stretching to his full height and putting his hand in his jacket as the man approached. I knew Max carried a gun, but he was always discreet about it.
The man walking our way had short, dark hair and familiar eyes, his hands fidgeting nervously as he neared.
“Mr. Dalton? You’re Bear Dalton, right?”
“Yes?” I asked. “Who are you?”
He stood in front of me and I towered over him at least four inches.
“Is that Chloe?” he asked. He looked past me into the car where Chloe was waiting. I took a step to the right, putting myself between him and Chloe.
“Who are you?” I asked again.
“Oh, sorry,” he said, turning his attention back to me. He flashed me a nervous smile. “I wonder if I could have a word with her?”
“With my wife?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.
“Yes, well…with my…well, it’s best if I talk to her first,” he said.
“I’ll ask you again,” I said, “who are you?”
“Bear?” Chloe’s voice sounded behind me and she poked her head out of the car. “Is something wrong?”
The man’s face lit up when he saw her. It made me extremely uncomfortable, he still hadn’t answered my question and I wasn’t about to let him anywhere near Chloe.
“Everything’s okay, babe, just a minute,” I said. She looked at the guy and turned away, disappearing back into the car. Obviously, she didn’t know him, which made my instincts light up even more.
“I’m Randy,” the man said finally, putting out a hand. “Chloe…well, she’s…she’s my daughter.”
“What?” I said, shaking my head. “No, I don’t think so…”
I turned to Max and shook my head.
“Let’s go,” I said to Max and turned back towards the car.
“No, seriously,” the man said. “Chloe! It’s me!” he called. I slid in beside her and started to close the door. He pushed his hand in before I could shut it.
“Look mister,” Max said, pushing him out of the way, “back off!”
“Chloe, please! It’s Randy, Chloe! I’m Randall Anderson, your father!”
I looked over at Chloe and she’d gone white.
“Babe?” I asked.
“How does he know my father’s name?” she asked. She leaned over me, looking out the window.
“Just some crazy guy,” I said, dismissing him.
“Stop!” she said to Max. “My god…” she whispered. She pushed past me, opening the door and facing the man. Wordlessly, with wide eyes, she looked him up and down.
“Hey sweetie,” the man said, flashing her the same nervous smile he’d given me. “It’s me. Dad.”
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“I saw your wedding announcement in the paper!” he said. “I tried to get in to see you yesterday but the doorman at your building wouldn’t let me in.”
I made a mental note to give our doorman an extra tip. There was something about this guy that I didn’t like. Chloe hadn’t told me much about her father at all, just that he’d disappeared when she was young, leaving Matilda to raise her alone. By the way she was looking at him, she wasn’t sure what to think herself. I couldn’t tell if she believed him, or recognized him, or what. She just stared at him silently.
“How did you find me here?” she asked.
“I followed you last night. You looked so happy and I didn’t want to interrupt you once I saw you. I didn’t want to ruin your happy day.”
“Then why are you here now?”
“I wanted to see you.”
“Why?” she said, her voice hardening.
“Because, well…you’re my daughter, Chloe.”
“So what? What difference does that make?”
“Chloe…”
“It wasn’t important for you to show up before now, so I don’t see any point for you being here now.”
“Chloe, please…” he said, his eyes searching hers.
She squared her shoulders, shaking her head.
“No,” she said. “You left my mother, you left me…I don’t want anything to do with you. You shouldn’t have come.”
She turned away, her eyes cold, her lips stretched thin with anger as she got back in the car.
I turned back to him and looked him in the eye.
“You heard the lady. Get lost,” I said. “Let’s go Max.”
Chloe
I was still shaking when the plane lifted off. Bear was amazing, pulling me into his arms as soon as the limo door closed and now that we were on the plane, he was giving me a little space and making me a cup of tea.
I couldn’t believe what had happened.
Why in the world would that man decide to show back up in my life now?