by Nikki Wild
“You have a beautiful mouth, Chloe. Perfect for my cock,” he nodded. “Your tongue is warm and skilled. You’re a good little cocksucker, aren’t you?”
I wasn’t sure how to answer that, but it didn’t matter because even if I had the perfect reply, I wouldn’t have been able to form the words with his fingers spreading my mouth open. Instead, I nodded, desperately trying to catch his gaze but I couldn’t.
“So, tell me,” he whispered, his wet fingers sliding around my lips now, “how a girl like you, with this perfect cock sucking mouth, could do something as bad as you did? I asked you to do one thing, always, and you’ve not done it. I told you not to wear panties, ever. And what did you do? You went against my wishes. This is the second time, Chloe. Didn’t you learn your lesson the first time? I thought you wanted to please me, Chloe?”
I wanted to apologize. I wanted to explain. I wanted to reassure him that indeed, I wanted to please him. But I couldn’t speak. And he wouldn’t look at my eyes, so how could I convince him that it was an honest mistake?
“Maybe you didn’t understand the request,” he said. “No panties means no panties. Never. Not when you’re wearing a dress. Not when you’re wearing pants. Not when you’re cold or hot or even when you’re bleeding. Not when you aren’t expecting to be with me. And never, ever, ever when you’re with me.”
I nodded.
“I’m still not convinced you understand, Chloe,” he said. “I’m going to have to punish you for this, you know that don’t you?”
I nodded again, my heart racing.
“Did you really have to go to the bathroom?”
I shook my head as he pulled his fingers from my mouth.
“No, you were just going to hide your bad behavior, weren’t you?”
I nodded, guilt washing over me.
“You were going to lie to me.”
“No!” I protested, my head flying up.
“Hush!” I closed my mouth, hanging my head.
“Did I tell you to close your mouth?” he asked, reaching up and grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling my head back. My mouth opened back up.
He bent his head, his tongue darting out and trailing around my lips. I gasped, the pleasure washing over me at the touch of his tongue.
“That’s better,” he said, finally meeting my gaze. At this point, I was hungry for a connection and he knew it. He saw it. He paused briefly, as he realized how much it meant to me. “I see you, Chloe. You’re a good girl at heart, aren’t you? You didn’t mean to be bad, right? You just need to be taught a lesson. Sometimes it takes a few times before you learn.”
I nodded, barely able to move my head with his fingers tangled in my hair.
“Yes, that’s right,” he said, reaching up with his other hand, the hand holding my ripped panties. My ass still stung from the fabric tearing against it. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I whispered, my entire soul shivering with desire. I opened my mouth again, waiting for what I knew was coming.
“Yes,” he growled, slowly pushing the crumpled up panties into my mouth. The pink cotton was rough against my tongue and the further he pushed them in, the more I was forced to open wider.
Tears stung my eyes as I watched pleasure pour into his.
“There we go,” he said, taking a step back to admire his work. He nodded, a self-satisfied, smug nod. “That’ll do.”
I stood naked in front of him, my mouth stuffed with my own panties, my entire body shaking. I’d never felt so vulnerable, so submissive, so controlled. The choker on my neck only served to remind me exactly who I belonged to.
Finally, his gaze met mine and he smiled. I took a long, slow, deep breath through my nose, forcing myself to relax my shoulders.
“You’re okay, babe,” he said, as if reading my mind. He reached out, wrapping an arm around me and leading me down the hallway. “Let’s get you all taken care of. It’s going to be a long night, Chloe.”
His voice was so gentle, so low, so nonchalant, as if he was going to get me a glass of wine or something equally innocent.
The thrill of the unknown shot through me again, the anticipation, the slow grip of fear, the adrenaline rushing through me like a rocket.
I had no idea what to expect.
I had no idea just how easy he’d gone on me the last time.
But I was about to find out.
Chapter 12
Smack!
Smack! Smack! Smack!
The hot flash of leather on flesh cracked like thunder. Followed by my low, guttural grunts that I seemed to have no control over, the chorus in my ears was like something out of a nightmare.
My ass burned with the hot stinging rawness of wounded flesh.
Naked and wiggling, I laid over his knee like a restless rag doll. He was still dressed and the denim of his jeans rubbed deliciously against my naked skin.
He was using a different whip this time, leaving the soft tickling one from before hanging on the wall. This one was short and hard and fierce.
Each blow felt like a book was falling on my ass. He hit me firmly, his hands flying over my ass, as if he was on some perverted mission of redemption.
My redemption.
It hurt. A lot more than the time before.
This time, Bear was angrier. Bear’s blows had more force behind them. And that whip was brutally efficient, hitting the fleshy part of my ass fully, leaving not an inch untouched.
Or, at least that’s what it felt like because my entire ass was on fire.
I vowed to never wearing the fucking panties again.
I wanted to tell Bear that, in fact, but I couldn’t because they were still stuffed in my mouth. All I could do was grunt, and moan, and silently kick myself for being so stupidly daring.
I’d done this to myself.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
With each blow, that’s what I told myself. You did this! Smack! It’s your fault! Smack! What the fuck what were you thinking, you fool! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Just when I was beginning to think he was going to go on forever, they stopped.
I froze and turned my head to look up at him.
“Stand up,” he ordered.
I stood on shaky legs, watching, waiting. Tears ran down my face. My ass burned and I felt the welts begin to swell on my thighs.
He reached up and removed the panties from my mouth and I gasped for a huge gulp of air. My breasts heaved as I drank it in.
Bear reached up and pushed my hair behind my ear, his fingers brushing against my cheek.
“Is that enough or do you need more?” he asked, his voice a husky growl.
“That’s enough,” I asked, secretly wondering if he kept going if it would stop hurting at some point or if it would feel so good I wouldn’t be able to take it.
“Are you going to make the same mistake a third time?” he asked.
“No.”
“How can I be certain of that?”
My mind raced for an answer.
“I’ll throw them all out when I get home.”
“Good girl,” he said, raising an approving eyebrow. His eyes gentled and my heart skipped a beat. I’d pleased him. He brushed a kiss across my lips and then reached behind me, rubbing the redness he’d created.
His hand was hot, hotter than the angry skin. I leaned into his heat, inwardly moaning at the deliciousness of his touch.
He pulled me into his arms, my head resting on his chest.
“I love you, Beauty,” he said, stroking my hair.
“I love you, too,” I whispered, melting into him.
“I don’t like doing that to you. Hurting you like that. You understand why I have to do it, don’t you? You know its essential that I’m in control at all times? Until you say it’s too much.”
“I understand.”
“You can always say it’s too much, Beauty,” he whispered, holding me in the silence of the room, the whips and chains and restraints surrounding us as i
f they were whispering promises of forbidden pleasure. He pulled away, staring deeply into my eyes and reaching up to wipe away the tears.
“Promise me you’ll tell me when it’s too much,” he said. My heart melted as I saw the truth in his eyes. It wasn’t about the pain. It wasn’t about hurting me. This was what did it for him. Just like he said, the control. Why should he deny that? Why should I deny the part of me that needed it, too? Our puzzle pieces fit. There was nothing wrong with it.
The pain radiating from my bottom told me I was alive.
It told him that he was in charge of his own life.
No matter what he’d done, whatever pain he’d inflicted in the name of control, he’d never once humiliated or disrespected me.
I wrapped my arms around him, kissing him deeply before replying.
“I promise, Bear,” I whispered, his name like a song on my lips.
“Good girl,” he growled, as I felt his cock grow against my thigh.
“I need you to fuck me, Bear,” I insisted, staring urgently into his stormy eyes. “I need you to fuck me hard. With everything inside of you, I need you to touch everything inside of me. I’ve never felt so alive than I do when I’m with you,” I whispered.
“I know, baby,” he said, a faint smile on his face, “I feel it too.”
“I need you. Now. Tomorrow. Always.”
“I need you, too, Beauty,” he kissed me, our tongues tangling together in a delicious embrace, searching for the magic that we never failed to discover. “You’re mine. And I’m yours. Nothing will ever change that, my love.”
He carried me to the bedroom, holding me close as he made love to me the rest of the night, our cries echoing through the penthouse like a chorus of bliss and joy and love and raw, sensual lust.
Like stars burning across the sky, our love ignited into an explosion bound for the heavens, the flames fanned by our endless lustful need for each other, our connection never ending and ever lasting…
Chapter 13
“Happy New Year!” The crowd erupted in song and the cheers as the ball began dropping.
Fireworks exploded in the sky as Bear grabbed me around the waist, bending me backwards as he kissed me deeply, his tongue the warmest thing I’d felt in hours. I melted into him, my shivering body begging for relief.
Bear, Bruce, Marie and I had been standing in Times Square for over an hour. Each of wore glasses made out of the year 2017 and Marie and I were wearing cardboard tiaras covered in glitter, rhinestones and feathers. I was so glad the ball had finally dropped and now we could make our way back to somewhere, anywhere, warm.
Max was waiting for us nearby and I couldn’t wait to sink into the heated seats. But for now, Bear’s tongue was still down my throat and there wasn’t much else to do but kiss him back and drink in his precious warmth.
I hadn’t seen him since Christmas night and I’d been looking forward to tonight so much. I knew it would be cold, so I’d done my best to prepare, but no amount of planning could have prepared me for the frigid frostiness that had settled into my bones after being out here so damned long.
I had no idea my nipples could freeze like this!
Bear lifted me back up and I opened my eyes. When I saw that Bruce’s mouth was still glued to Marie’s, I rolled my eyes.
Not again, I groaned inwardly.
I couldn’t count the number of times in the past that Marie had claimed a guy in a hot second like this. She never wasted a minute. Bruce didn’t seem to mind, though, so I shot a quick glance at Bear and he just shrugged and kissed me again.
I couldn’t help but smile through the kiss.
Life was good. I had absolutely no complaints.
Mom was busy with her new boyfriend, so I’d still not had to explain my relationship to Bear to anyone but Marie. I was free to enjoy my life as I pleased.
Of course, Marie had just about exploded with excitement when I showed her the ring in the airport. But she accepted it like it was the most natural thing in the world, with no judgement whatsoever. And then when she met Bear, she’d embraced him fully, with both arms and a kiss on the cheek.
Everything just felt so fucking right.
Except for the fucking frigid air that was ripping right through my hat, ear muffs, coat, scarf, two sweaters, jeans, long johns, three pairs of socks, boots and both pairs of gloves!
“Can we go now?” I asked, with a hopeful smile. We’d been waiting for that damned stupid ball to drop for what seemed like hours already.
“Yes!”
“Thank God!” I cried, prying Marie’s mouth from Bruce’s. “Let’s go, y’all!”
I grabbed Marie’s hand and led her through the crowd towards the general direction that I’d last seen Max. Bruce and Bear followed behind us.
“Surely, we aren’t going home yet,” Bruce complained.
“What did you have in mind?” Bear said.
“There’s a killing kittens party tonight,” Bruce said, a mischievous smile spreading across his handsome face, “but we’re all wearing way too many clothes for that.”
“What’s a killing kittens party?” I asked, wrinkling my nose.
Bruce looked over at Bear for approval and he shrugged.
“Sounds good to me,” he said.
“What’s a killing kittens party?” Marie asked again.
“It’s a party for sexy little felines like yourself.”
“I don’t understand,” I said.
“There’s a silly myth that each time a woman pleasures herself, God kills a kitten.”
“I’ve heard that,” Marie said. “Please tell me there’s no kitten killing involved. Even I’m not that kinky!”
The three of us laughed and Bruce explained further.
“Are you interested in attending a party unlike any party you’ve ever been to?” Bruce asked.
“You mean like a sex party?” Marie asked, her eyes wide as saucers.
“More like a sex club,” he said. “Killing Kittens is a place where the beautiful people of New York go to play. It’ll be fully of the sexiest women in the city, with a sprinkling of eligible bachelors and the two of you will fit right in. I promise there will be no dead kittens.”
“Okay,” Marie said, her smile spreading even bigger. “Let’s do it!”
“I like your adventurous spirit,” Bruce said.
“I like your tongue,” she said, clamping her mouth over Bruce’s and kissing him deeply. Bear laughed and I couldn't help joining in.
“Why don’t we go back to Chloe’s place and shed a few layers?” Bear asked. “Max can drop us off out front after.”
“Sounds great,” Marie said, pulling her lips from Bruce’s, her smile brighter than the Times Square Christmas tree.
“I don’t care what we do as long as it’s warm,” I said.
“Oh, it’ll be downright sizzling, Chloe,” Bruce chuckled, winking at Bear. Bear shook his head like they were sharing some secret joke. I caught Bear’s eye and saw a hint of a familiar storm brewing there and I couldn’t help but wonder what they were up to. A tiny thrill shot through me.
I squeezed Marie’s hand and huddled up to her as we made our way back to the car.
“I hope you ready for anything,” I whispered to her. “There’s no telling with these two.”
“Girl, you know me better than that,” she laughed. “When have I ever turned down a good time?”
“That’s very true,” I said. I wanted to warn her somehow. She knew a little about Bear’s ‘tastes’, shall we call them, but she didn’t know everything. I hadn’t told her how he turned rough sometimes. I hadn’t told her that the thrill of it all scared me sometimes. I hadn’t told her about the welts he’d left behind on Christmas night. I didn’t tell her that so far he didn’t seem to have too many boundaries, and I had no idea just how far he would go.
But maybe she didn’t need to know that.
Maybe I was overthinking things.
When I spotted Max up ahead, I s
ped up, the promise of warmth like an oasis on the horizon. I threw my arms around Max’s neck.
“Thank you!” I cried, flinging myself into the car.
“Get in!” I called to the three of them. “Hurry! Don’t let the heat out!”
Moments later, we were in my apartment and the guys were pulling off sweaters and hats and coats.
“Max is waiting for us downstairs, ladies, so let’s be quick,” Bear said.
“What should we wear?” I asked.
“Something skimpy. And dressy,” Bruce said.
“Something easy to get out of,” Bear said. My eyes widened, my mouth falling open. He shot me a look and I closed my mouth, turning towards the bedroom.
“Got it,” I said, as Marie and I disappeared.
“Oh, my god, he’s so dreamy!” Marie gushed as soon as the door closed behind us.
“Bear? Yeah, I know…” I teased.
“Not Bear! Bruce, you dork!”
“I didn’t expect you two to hit it off so well. I should have known, though. He’s great.”
“I mean, I’m not looking for anything serious or anything,” she said quickly.
“Oh, Jesus, Marie. You just met, don’t start! Besides, Bear told me he’s a perpetual bachelor, so there’s no chance of anything more.”
“I said I wasn’t looking for that!”
“Which translates to you already naming your babies!” I insisted. “Don’t forget who you’re talking to.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she said, smiling. “Whatever…”
“Yeah, whatever,” I said, shaking my head and turning to the closet. “Okay, I have a couple of nice dresses we can wear.”
“I brought my own,” she said, pulling a tiny, red string bikini from her suitcase.
“We aren’t going swimming,” I said, eyeing the stretchy fabric.
“It’s a dress! Watch!” She stripped to nothing but her panties and then pulled the red fabric over her head, stretching it over her ample curves until it covered all the pertinent bits and left pretty much everything else on display. It did have a tiny little skirt, which I guess justified calling it a dress.