by Cara Wylde
“There is one way to find out.”
“I don’t want to know.”
“Maybe you don’t want to know now. Sometimes, we are too content with what we have to pull down the veil and reveal the dark, unpleasant truths behind it. But you might want to find out one day.”
I considered her words for a moment.
“All right. Teach me.”
She rummaged through a drawer and took out a small, white candle.
“Take this with you. It’s made of a special kind of wax that only melts when it comes in contact with fire. You can hide it underneath your pillow and keep it there until you’re ready because it will not melt no matter how warm your chamber is. Don’t forget to hide a box of matches as well. From now on, ask the man to loosen the scarf around your wrists. Complain about the red marks and how badly they hurt. When he falls asleep, take out the candle, light it, and use it to burn the scarf. Then, all you need to do is light the man’s face and you’ll know.”
I took the candle and squeezed it in my fist. The wax felt cold and smooth.
“Thank you, but I won’t need it.”
“Take it nonetheless.”
***
I licked the pearly beads that had gathered at the tip of my lover’s engorged member, then strained my neck to take in as much of his impressive length as I could. The position was awkward and the muscles in my shoulders were already protesting, but I couldn’t complain. I simply loved the way he was towering over me, one knee on each side of my head, giving me perfect access to his rock hard cock and heavy balls. My lips traveled up and down his shaft at a steady pace. I would have loved to touch him, knead his balls with one hand or squeeze his tight butt, but he had barely agreed to loosen the silk scarf around my wrists. He moaned deep in his throat, which meant he was close to release. I bobbed my head faster, hoping he would let his seed flood my mouth and throat, but he pulled back.
“Not so fast. I have other plans for tonight.”
“Mmm… what?” I licked my lips in anticipation. His taste was divine.
He climbed down my body, his hands squeezing and massaging my curves. He captured my lips in a passionate kiss, and my mouth opened of its own accord, letting his tongue engage mine in a fierce battle. I explored his mouth hungrily, sucking on his tongue and biting on his full lips. His hands had traveled down to my hips, and I gasped when I felt him lift me off the mattress. My first instinct was to wrap my legs around him for support, but he abandoned my mouth with a last playful bite and flipped me on my stomach. The scarf tightened around my wrists, and I was sure I would wake up with deep bruises. He slapped my butt, and I took it as an order to push my body up in a kneeling position.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered huskily.
With my butt in the air and legs spread to give him access to my soaking pussy, I felt deliciously exposed. He dove down to taste my juices, and I cried in pleasure when his tongue dug deep inside my passage. I moved my hips in rhythm with the thrusts of his tongue, but I soon wanted much more than that. I wanted his thick cock to stretch me open and pound my hungry pussy until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please… I want you.”
“You want me to do what?”
His expert fingers replaced his tongue. He was massaging my slick folds and teasing my entrance, driving me insane with lust.
“I want you to take me… Fuck me so hard that it hurts.”
“You know I’ll never hurt you, my love. I will, however, make you come on my cock.”
“Oh yes…”
The anticipation was killing me. I wriggled my hips impatiently, and he slapped me again.
“More!”
I had no idea I would love it so much to have my butt slapped by his big, strong hands. He did it three more times, my sensitive skin singing under his rough assault, then he grabbed my hips and guided the head of his cock to my entrance. I moaned in pleasure when he slipped inside me, stopping only when he was completely in, his tip almost touching my cervix. The position was wonderful. He started moving, and I made sure to clench my walls every time he plunged deep, to make it even more pleasurable for him. He picked up the pace and soon he was hitting just the right spot. I was a writhing mess, shamelessly moaning and screaming, begging for him to fuck me harder, faster, to lose control and never stop.
“There, right there… please… that’s it. Give it to me. Fuck me! Oh, fuck me!”
I had no idea what I was saying. I just kept chanting and encouraging him, loving the small grunts and growls that escaped his lips. The sound of our lovemaking almost covered my voice, and I was sure the whole castle could hear us. For a brief moment I wondered where the white bear was. The only logical explanation was that he was probably gone every night, otherwise he would have surely heard me and my lover having wild sex under his roof. But, if he wasn’t here to hear us, then the servants would have probably told him by now. So, why hadn’t he confronted me about it? Or… was my mother right? Maybe, through some weird, dark magic, the white bear and my mysterious lover were, indeed, the same person? I had thought about my mother’s words a lot in the past two weeks, but I hadn’t yet mustered the courage to put her plan into action. I couldn’t possibly think about all these now, when all coherent thoughts were drowned by the deliciously sinful way my lover’s cock rubbed the inside of my quivering pussy. I was so close… I literally couldn’t care less who the owner of the marvelous rod that was ravaging my body was.
“Oh yes… don’t stop! So close!”
He thrust harder, hitting that sweet spot full force. My knees trembled and all the muscles in my body tensed when the orgasm took over. I came onto his hard cock, my walls clenching down on him, greedily milking his seed. Stream after stream of cum filled my passage. I never wanted him to stop, I didn’t want this moment to pass, and I rode my orgasm for as long as I could, releasing my own juices onto his cock and tight balls.
Spent, I fell on the damp sheets. He pulled out, and I felt his seed spill out of my pussy and travel down my thighs. I smiled contentedly. He lay beside me, and I snuggled against his chest as well as I could. My bound wrists didn’t allow me to do much.
“You’re wonderful,” he said, kissing my forehead.
I could almost purr. I listened to the soft whisper of his breath, but I couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard I tried to keep my eyes closed and my mind void of any troubling thoughts. It was true that I loved my life here, but it was also true that I was dying to take a peek at my lover’s face and body. The candle and the box of matches under my pillow had been tempting me since I came back from visiting my parents.
***
A few minutes ago, he had turned on his other side, and now he was snoring lightly. This gave me the chance to turn back around and face the ceiling, which loosened the silk scarf just enough so I could sneak my hand under the pillow and grab the candle and the matches. I tried to keep my breathing and my heartbeat as calm as ever. I still wasn’t sure if I would get through with the plan, so I needed to keep my fear and anxiety at bay. I needed a clear mind to weight all the implications of breaking my lover’s rules. I kept calling him my lover, but he was, in fact, my husband. My night husband.
Just a peek. It wouldn’t hurt if I took just a tiny peek to quench my curiosity.
But, what if he was ugly? What if his face was hideous and twisted? Would I still want him then? Would I still love him? Because I was almost sure I had fallen in love with him. I had fallen in love with his perfect body and velvety voice just as I had fallen in love with the white bear’s sharp mind and kind attitude.
If he was, indeed, hideous, would it really matter? So what if he didn’t have a pretty face? That didn’t mean his soul wasn’t good and gentle. After all, what truly mattered was what was on the inside, not on the outside, right?
These were the questions that were torturing me while I was trying to fire a match and light the candle. I tried to move as little as possible. I couldn’t risk him waking up an
d finding me in this compromising situation. Finally, a tiny flame flickered to life, and I lit the small candle. It sent pale shadows on the wall behind the bed, and I immediately positioned it under the scarf. I had to move fast, least the light or the smell of burnt silk would wake him up.
As the tiny flame ate away at the silk scarf, I kept wondering if what I was doing was right. My mysterious lover hadn’t told me exactly why he preferred to keep his identity secret, just that if I tried to see or touch his face, great misfortune would fall upon us. No matter how careful I was, he would still find out about my mischievous plan in the morning. My hands would be free and the scarf would be burnt. And then what? What would he do? Not visit my chamber for a while? Leave me forever? The thought alone made me kill the flame between my thumb and index finger, then struggle a bit to put down the growing fire that had almost released my left wrist. No, I couldn’t risk that. I simply couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t imagine my life without the mysterious man who was sleeping beside me.
Why had I ever listened to my mother? I repeated the words my grandmother had told me so many years ago. It felt like a lifetime. “Always choose with your heart.” This was me choosing with my heart. I loved the white bear and I loved the man who shared my bed every night. If the white bear didn’t want me to tell anyone about him and his castle, then he had a good reason for it. If my lover didn’t want me to see his face, or tell anyone about our nights of passion, then he surely had his own good reason for it. They both made me happy, each in their own way, and I loved them enough to accept their strange rules as they were and obey them.
I threw the candle and the matches on the floor. The next morning, my lover would find them and he’d see the half-burnt scarf. What would he do then? My wrists were still bound, so I could only hope he’d understand I didn’t get through with my stupid plan. Yes, I had almost succumbed to it, but I stopped right before ruining everything. Maybe he would find the power to forgive me.
CHAPTER FIVE
After my awful trick with the candle, it was impossible for me to fall asleep. For the first time, the shy morning sunrays found me wide awake, with my eyes fixed on the ceiling. I realized I only had to turn my head to the left to catch a glimpse of my lover’s body in the dim light, but I fought the temptation. I would only see his back, anyway. I closed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing, hoping he’d think I was asleep when he woke up. It couldn’t be long now.
I heard him stir beside me, and my heart started beating a tad faster. I lay still, waiting to see what he would do. He turned around and stood up in bed. He was probably looking down at me, and the thought almost made me lose control. Panic coursed through my veins, as he would soon see the burnt scarf, and I couldn’t even imagine what he would do then. For long minutes that seemed like an eternity for my tormented mind he didn’t move a muscle, then I felt his cold fingers touch my forehead. He removed the thin strands of hair that had been covering my face, and I felt even more exposed and vulnerable.
“Brenda…”
I couldn’t believe my ears. That sweet, velvety voice was calling my name. I struggled to remain motionless.
“Brenda, I know you’re awake.”
I was in trouble. I was in deep trouble. Why did I have to be so stupid?
“Open your eyes now…”
I did as he instructed, but I didn’t dare move my gaze from the ceiling.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice choked with tears.
“You can look at me. That’s what you wanted, right?”
I swallowed heavily. “No. Not if it means you’re going to leave me. I wanted to look at you last night, it’s true, but I changed my mind. I swear I changed my mind at the last moment and I didn’t break your rule. I won’t do it now. Please forgive me.”
“There’s nothing to forgive. You have no idea what you just did.”
What was that in his voice? It sounded neither like disappointment, nor like anger. He cupped my cheek with his hand and moved into my line of sight.
My breath hitched when his face filled my view. He was the most handsome man I had ever seen. I could drown into the black pools of his eyes. My fingers twitched, eager to run through that curly blond hair framing his smooth forehead, sharp cheekbones, and strong jaw. He looked like a god. A beautiful god who had left his divine kingdom to walk among mortals. I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t speak.
“Brenda, my love, you broke the curse.”
So many questions ran through my mind, but my vocal chords still refused to cooperate.
“When you fought the temptation to release your wrists and shine the light of the candle over my face, you broke a curse that had kept me prisoner for years.”
He caressed my cheek, then his hands reached over to the silk scarf. He untied it, letting my tired arms fall on the pillow. I didn’t dare move.
“It’s time for you to learn my story. I was living a peaceful life, ruling over a kingdom that is far, far away from here. I come from an ancient line of kings and queens who have always had the ability to turn into white bears. This gift gives us the unique power to keep a perfect balance between nature and humans in our kingdom. Thus, my people live in peace with all animals and beasts of the forest. I too have the gift, and before I was cursed, I could turn into a white bear and then back into my human form at will.”
“What happened?” I had finally found my voice.
“An evil witch separated my two sides so that I was a white bear during the day, and a man during the night. This threw my kingdom into chaos, since I couldn’t rule it properly anymore. I had to step back, appoint my trusted Grand Advisor to rule the kingdom in my place, and retreat here, in this mountain, with only a handful of servants.”
“Why would anyone do this to you?” I grew bolder and let my fingers touch his chiseled jaw, full lips, and blond, silky curls.
“The witch wanted me to marry her and I refused. Filled with anger, she threw her evil curse that could only be broken by a woman who would fall in love with my two sides separately, not knowing that they belonged to the same person. You see… if I had shown you my human form, you would have never fallen in love with the beast that I was during the day. After all, all I could offer you as the white bear was my company.”
“I love your company,” I said. My hands were now roaming over his broad chest, and I marveled at how strong and perfect his muscles felt under my trembling fingers. “I loved the days we spent talking, reading, and exploring the forest just as much as I loved the long, passionate nights in your arms.”
He smiled and leaned in for a slow, gentle kiss. I closed my eyes and encircled his neck with my arms, pulling him down and deepening the kiss. I knew I could never have enough of him, of his body, his beautiful black eyes, and his golden hair. I truly was the luckiest woman in the world.
“Why did you choose me?” I asked after we broke the kiss. I had a thousand questions and I wasn’t sure where to start. All I knew was that I wanted to learn everything about my godlike husband.
“I didn’t choose you, Brenda. You chose me.”
“I… I don’t understand.”
“When you followed me to my cave, you chose me. And that was how things were supposed to be. The witch said only a woman who would come to me of her own will could break the curse. I did offer you a part of my treasure to help your family, but you could have refused, or you could have taken the gold and never come back. I had no power over you. I couldn’t tell you about the curse, or that I am a shape-shifter, I couldn’t beg you or force you to stay. It was all your choice.”
“I chose with my heart…” I whispered.
“And you saved me and my kingdom. Now that the curse has been lifted, we can go back and rule over the lands of my ancestors together.”
“Where is this kingdom of yours?”
“Oh, you’ve probably never heard of it. It’s one of the few where humans, beasts, and magic creatures can still live in harmony. It’s East of the Sun and West o
f the Moon, in a place where space and time bend to the will of every living creature, where you can live for as long as you like, and seasons change with the queen’s mood. My people will love you, Brenda. Your beauty, kindness, and loyalty will finally bring spring back to their lands and into their hearts. Since the witch cursed me, they have been suffering a harsh, unforgiving winter.”
Everything he was telling me sounded wonderful and I truly wanted to be his queen and spend the rest of my life bringing spring and summer to his kingdom, but there was something that was keeping me back from accepting this destiny.
“You’re sad. What’s wrong, my love? Have I said something wrong?”
“No, no! It’s just that… I will miss my family. If you say your home is so far from this world, then it means I won’t get to visit them a lot.”
“Say the words, and we shall take your parents and sisters with us.”
“Really?”
He nodded and my heart could almost explode with happiness. In my excitement, I tackled him down and straddled his hips. The white sheets fell off my naked body, and I realized we were both still naked, and I was sitting on his lap. I could feel his erection growing between my thighs, and my pussy became instantly soaked. His hands came to rest on my hips, then they traveled up to squeeze by heavy breasts. I looked into his eyes and moved slightly, letting my slick folds rub against his already hard manhood. He gave me an encouraging smile, and that was all I needed to make up my mind and lift my hips just enough to position the tip of his cock to my entrance. I slid down his shaft slowly, eyes closed in pure delight. Being in control felt weird and exhilarating at the same time.
I started bouncing up and down, picking up the pace and trying to aim his cock at that perfect spot inside me that always made me throw my head back and moan with abandon. He sat up to suck one nipple into his mouth, which sent a jolt of pleasure to my quivering pussy. I placed my hands on his strong shoulders for better leverage, and started riding him with all my might. I was determined to take everything his godlike body could offer me.