Page 34 of Taming the Bear
But the bed, the bed is something gorgeous. It’s against the back wall right smack in the middle of it. He has a black comforter that is across the bed and some thick pillows that outline the head of the bed.
I don’t say a word as I take it all in. It’s totally not what I expected when I thought of what his room would look like. For a moment, I thought it would look like his room in his clubhouse. Man, was I wrong.
Joe comes up behind me and then lightly pushes me closer to the bed with his hands on my hips. “Lay down in the center of the bed and wait for me to come back.” He doesn’t wait for me to confirm that I’m going to follow directions and he walks away into the closet.
I do as I was told to do and wait. My pussy is weeping from frustration and I know the minute he touches me, I would come in a heartbeat.
When he comes back, he’s holding what looks like a sash in his hands with a big smile on his face. “Chantal, there’s somethings that you need to know about me. One, when you are in my bed, you are completely under my control. If you can hand over your control, you will feel pleasure that will change your life. Can you do that for me?”
“What do you mean? Are you going to tie me up or something?” I question.
“Yes,” Joe says with no hesitation.
“Why?” I blurt out.
“Because it will give you the best pleasure you’ve ever had. Can you do this for me? If not, it’s all right.”
I have a feeling that if I say no, he’s going to tell me to get dressed and then think to himself that I’m not worth all of the problems that I just handed him. It’s an incredibly sick feeling that I have in my stomach that I’m this turned on over the fact of him controlling my body like this. What does this make me?
“Yes, I can.”
He smirks and then stops at the end of the bed with the sash in his hands. It’s a bright red sash with a design through it that I can’t make out from here. But who gives a fuck about the design of the sash? I sure don’t.
“All right,” he begins to advise me, “I need you to put your hands out towards me and I’m going to tie them carefully. After your hands are tied, I will secure them to the bedpost.”
Without hesitation, I do as I was told and stick my hands out towards him. Carefully, he grabs both of my wrists and adjusts his hand to hold them together. Once I’m secured in one of his bear sized paws, he begins to wrap the sash around my wrists. It’s over and done within seconds but now he’s crawling over the bed to tie the remaining strips to the bedpost.
“Is it too tight?” He asks me as he finishes tying me up.
I shake my head and then close my eyes as I try to ground myself. I feel myself slipping away and I can’t help it. I’ve never felt like this before. So out of control but in control all at the same time.
“When I ask you a question, you answer with your words. Do I make myself clear?” Joe warns me.
“Yes.”
“Good girl.”
His hot skin abrades mine as he settles himself in between my thighs. I squeeze his hips with my thighs and try to wiggle so he can slip in. Joe’s strong fingers find their way in between the lips of my sex and I arch my back as he circles my clit. “Shit,” I hiss out.
“Stay just like this.”
His lips trail down my throat and past my belly to the opening of my pussy. I already know that I’m wetter than the ocean because I can feel myself getting wetter as he continues to touch me. He dips his tongue in between my lips and does a hard swipe of his tongue to my clit.
“Holy fuck!” I yell out loud and thrash my head to the right. Completely forgetting that my hands are tied, I try to lift them to touch him but I can’t. I want to hold him closer to me and I try to get the words out but nothing comes out.
He swipes my clit over and over again. Each lick is another lick that’s sending me over the edge. I’m teetering on the brink of my very first orgasm and I’m reaching for it. I try hard to grab ahold of it but it seems too far away. Or that is what I thought until he stuck two fingers in my tight hole to brush against my G-Spot. That is when I explode.
Explode is a mild word for what I did. I detonated.
“Joe, oh fuck, Joe,” I chant over and over as I push my pussy into his mouth but then take it back.
“Damn, baby. You came so hard. Hold on just a second.”
My mind is mush and I can’t comprehend what he’s saying nor do I want to. I’m in oblivion. Straight up ecstasy.
I hear the sound of a foil wrapper being ripped open and then he’s back between my still shaking thighs. Joe reaches back and grabs my ankles to wrap them around his back. As I’m secured that way, he pistons his dick all the way through every ring of resistance that he meets until he hits home.
“Shit! Fuck!” He screams out through his teeth and bottoms out inside of me officially hitting my womb.
