When I wrap my legs back around the pole, I unclasp my bra letting my tits spring forth, and simply stand up. Facing him, I twirl it, then fling it away. Aurei stops to watch it sail through the air and land. When he looks back, I sway dramatically as I work my panties down, bending over, letting my tits dance together as I step out of them, and twirl them around my finger too before I send them in the opposite direction from my bra.
He grins.
"Your turn. Strip for me." I command him while I thump my body to the music.
He grins and slowly removes his coat, dangles it, then drops it on the floor.
I decide to challenge his teasing. I stop, fold my arms under my tits, and stare.
He undoes his pants, pushes them off, and removes boxer briefs, socks and shoes all at once. I give him a gentle round of applause. "Sexy," I tease and stare at his cock pushing his shirt out like a tent.
Slightly embarrassed, his grin gets bigger as he unbuttons his shirt. When his cock peeks through, I lick my lips and tell him, "Da-yum!"
His grins splits his face and he looks down as he finishes, pulls his arms out and drops it on his pile.
I stalk around him. "You strip as sexy as anyone, Sugar Bare."
His answer. "I’m going to fuck your perfect, beautiful brains out."
I smirk, then begin to dance. His eyes follow me as I exaggerate the movement, asking, Who is the hunter? Who is the prey? Tighter and tighter, I close the distance and when the song ends, I am standing in front of him.
In the silence, we face off and an eerie electricity fills the room.
The quiet before the storm.
Knowing the next song will make his thunder rise, and if I abandon myself to my dance, I can push him past his ability to contain it. I squeeze my tits together, massaging them, teasing him, taunting him, inviting him.
He reaches for me, but I avoid his grasp, flashing my wild eyes, daring him to attack me. A sexy sidewise grin slides on, not understanding my dark challenge yet.
Then "The Dark Side" by Trevor Moran begins and I begin a devilish nympho dance of pure wildness to the dark, excited music as I set myself free. My face contorts with the joy of it.
His body tenses. He freezes in place. His breathing stops. His control instantly tested. Understanding now, I want to force his beast to break free.
"Tame me!" I spit the challenge over and over again at him. "Tame me!"
"Tame me!"
Stabbed by my gauntlet, I watch the beast awaken with a flood of white hot heat and lightning dances freely in his eyes as he stalks me with them.
Elusive, I thrust, twirl, thump, hunch, bump, twerk, grind and fuck the air. While my hair floats and flips, dancing a wild frenzy feast of erotica for him. Tits and ass jiggling, fast and furious, then slow and methodical, calling for a bolt to strike me.
Expecting to see his composure crumbling, I’m surprised to see he stands tall, proud and strong. The image of the golden bear on the door upstairs flashes across my mind.
Umm, Beautiful Bear, Welcome to the feast.
I fall hard to the floor in an open split. My wet pussy SMACKS loud. The sound echoes and the imp smiles at him as I lean forward. Letting my butt cheeks float and roll with the same sensual motion my tits do when they bounce free, I twerk. Moaning loud as my clit hardens, beckoning for release, I fuck the floor with uncontrollable passion. Then I explode, cumming on it. I hear him growl and lift my eyes to see he has broken rank and taken several uncontrollable steps towards me. I lift my body into a hand stand, exposing the wet spot on the floor. Evidence of my orgasm. I hover for only a moment, then lower my face to it and lick.
"Damn it, woman!" His growling plea greets my ears. I roll up and stand gracefully only a few feet away. His hands clench and unclench. He breathes deep. His massive chest rising and expanding for control. His glorious muscular body, taut and tight, shakes on the verge of rage.
I begin to dance again. Faster and faster, I build a frenzy until he begins to follow me.
The song ends.
When the silence falls, the dancer stops and the bear pauses.
Chapter Nine
The opening piano notes to "All Of Me" by John Legend fills the room. I step to the pole, reach above my head, grip it, lift myself, then slowly spread my legs wide for him and sing for him that I give him all of me. He steps up and stares into my face. His eyes hold the rawness of raging passion. His breath blows strong on my face as he studies me. He puts his hands over mine and leans his face down to my neck. He inhales and nuzzles my essence.
I melt.
Then his hands slide down, and caress my shoulders.
"Tame me!" I spit my desperate challenge.
His fingers dig into my shoulders and he slams his raging cock into me, knowing that’s what I want!
What we both want.
"Ahhh!" I exhale on him and close my eyes. When the force of his thrust is finished, I continue singing to him.
Wham! Again he slams inside and waits, letting the vibration settle through me. His thumb lightly traces my jugular vein, sending goosebumps all over my body.
Again and again, he gives me what I want. Growling softly, endearing words. "You are beautiful. You are mine. All of me wants all of you. You drive me crazy! You drive me out of my mind."
Turning my head to watch in the mirrors, my eyes soak in his beauty. His fucking on full display. His straight legs flex, bending slightly at the knees. Rising up on his toes as his perfect pounding muscle squeezes tight shoving his golden rod to the hilt, then relaxing and slowly rolling back down.
Again and again. Wham! Wham! Wham!
The pleasure I feel him creating inside me is as beautiful as he is. My need grows, and my passion begins to rage. I stop singing and beginning moaning. "More. More. More." My head thrashing wildly, wanting and needing more.
His hand grips my jaw and steadies my face. He looks into my eyes and my soul shouts to him. His raw rage leaps to meet mine and I see the collision of our passions reflected in his eyes. "Tame me!" I beg.
His hand slides down and he grips my throat. "Siri! Oh My Sexy Siri!"
The sensual sound of my name rolling off those sensuous lips sends me sailing in free-fall abandon. I try to move with the hunger inside that drives me. But he forces my face to his and he stares me down. We are connected, synced. But I want, more than anything else I have ever wanted, to be one with him. I demand it. "Take all of me."
I see understanding in his eyes. He gets what I want. He comprehends I am compelled by my wildness to push the boundaries. His eyes acknowledging my gift. He hears my demand. He mauls the words on my neck and he struggles with my plea. "You’re out of your mind. It’s too dangerous."
"Do it." I whisper my trust.
His fingers tightening around my throat. Firm, but not bruising. His forefinger and thumb, squeeze, pressing in, but not stifling. The pressure begins to build.
Wham!
"Yes!" I moan as the primal sensation of being help captive and being devoured is carnal freedom.
Wham!
Wham!
Enthralled by his total control and dominance, clarity comes to me. His choke chooses to celebrate the joy of life, and bonds us on a level above words. He will never let me go and that is exactly what I want.
Wham! Wham! Wham!
Wham! Wham! Wham!
Wham! Wham! Wham!
I feel his breathing quicken with his fast fucking. Small puffs of air flow across my lips, and my cheeks with each pounding thrust. The blood building in my face heightens my skins sensations. My eyes roll back in my head with my pleasure.
Wham! Wham! Wham!
His lips find my face and he kisses when he thrusts.
Wham! Wham! Wham!
I strain and scream out. "More...." My voice sounds hoarse and it cracks. I can barely hear it over the blood raging in my ears.
"No." He growls low. His voice straining as he fucks.
Wham! Wham! Wham!
"Yes." I
force the words out. "Take all of me."
Wham! Wham! Wham!
"It’s ... too ... dangerous." His growl is deep and primal.
Wham! Wham! Wham!
I push my head back, thrust my tits into his chest, and stretch my throat to him fully, crying out, "Pleeeease."
Wham! Wham! Wham!
His hand clutches my tit and massages it hard, finding the nipple and pinching it to the opposite rhythm of his thrust. Trying to push me to climax. But my pussy locks up, drawing itself tighter and tighter. "More!"
Wham! Wham! Wham! He fucks faster.
My clit begins to sing the high notes of explosion, but I resist it. I gave him permission, but I want him to take it. I want him to dig down deep to my core and make me. Force me.
I cinch myself up tight, straining against him. My eyes focus on his with laser like pinpoint vision, squinting. The blood thumping in my throat, demanding to be set free.
Again, clarity comes to me. I let go.
His hand is forced to squeeze my throat and his cock is forced to pin me against the pole. I see pure fear for me flash in his eyes. I have pushed him to the brink, and he has bucked, but I can see his thunder dancing there. My eyes thrash him, and I moan like a whore, demanding his raw rage.
He growls, angry at me, and I see the beast. His Bear.
I slap him with my words. "AURELIUS MOORE! TAKE ALL OF ME OR GET NOTHING!"
The challenge changes him and his eyes grow dark and dangerous.
I push more words out. "I don’t want to be fucked. I want to be owned! I don’t want to wonder. I want to know. Are you man enough to tame my tail?"
He growls, "Goddamn it, woman! I can’t control it with you." His hand wraps itself in my hair and snatches my head back, then his lips find mine in a hurtful kiss, but the pain feels good. His mouth devours me like a bear eating its prey.
When he comes up for air, I thunder in his face. "THEN DON’T. I AM NOT FUCKING AFRAID OF YOU!"
His eyes flare. "BUT YOU SHOULD BE!" He yells back.
"BUT I’M NOT!"
The sound that emanates from his throat is menacing, making the hair on my skin stand at attention. It’s now or never. I have to push him to complete me. He must take possession of my wild thang. I have to know he has my back. That he’s my everything. That he’ll do anything for me.
He clamps down on my throat. As my blood stagnates against his hand, I feel every break in the air. Every sensor I possess is on high alert and I have never felt so alive before!
"Is this what you want?" His voice is hard. He closes his eyes. I see his face contorting for control. Then he inches his cock all the way out and only his choke holds me up.
"I want you to BE MY UNSTOPPABLE GOD OF THUNDER!"
His face contorts again, but this time, this time, it contorts as he loses control. Gloriously, he crushes my body with reckless abandon. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! With each thrust he breaks the bondage that has held him hostage. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Faster and more furious than I could have hope for, he force fucks me. As we surge toward the finish line, he grits his teeth. "I ... will ... fucking ... own ... you ... if ... it’s ... the ... last ... fucking ... thing ... I ... ever ... fucking ... do ... Siri ... Wright!"
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
A beautiful thing begins to happen. The deep darkness in me begins to recede. All my pent up frustration from years of denying my own sexual gratification while watching others enjoy the freedom of fucking subsides as he tightens his grip and I begin to see stars swimming around the edges of my eyes.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
Trusting him completely, I watch fascinated as his eyes literally begin to brighten too. As our orgasms peak, I stare into those bright eyes and realize they are swimming with unshed tears. Tears of my own match his, threatening to spill over. My blood thumps hard against his hand. Own me, own me, own me repeats in my mind with each beat of my heart, pounding against my neck and thundering in my ears. Every cell in my body is aware of more than itself. ALIVE! Every sensation pumps my mind with pleasure. The flood gates of endorphins stand on the threshold of the dam waiting to crash it like a tsunami as his furious fucking turns into love quaking. I see Aurei’s face filling with the same sweet hard strain as mine. When I can’t hold back any longer, the tears spill out of my eyes and he releases his grip, cups my face and kisses my swollen lips.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! He stands, bouncing me off him.
With my blood flowing freely, the power of life surges into my body and I feel his gift of life powerfully pumping into me. I suck air deep into my lungs, expanding my chest, crushing my tits against his pecs. Then the damn bursts! He floods my pussy with his semen.The tsunami sweeps me away with the rush of his pure orgasmic bliss, and my mind explodes like a Supernova into blissful dark matter ... BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! My entire being feels angelic, like I am soaring into the heavens. Then ... I’m floating ... ... .... .... free!
Chapter Ten
When my mind stirs behind my closed eyes, I feel the sweet warmth of Aurei, pressing against my entire body. Skin to glorious skin. Umm. His skin makes mine sing! It’s so soft and smooth, but hard. Umm. His touch. Umm. He completes me.
I hear us panting hard from the exertion. Synced breathing. Good girl. My mind smiles.
I realize I’m sitting cross-legged in his lap, literally, cradled in his arms. One hand cups my ass. The other is at the nape of my neck, securing my head like a baby’s. Hmm. I feel so safe in his arms. Forget Tony Stark. I’ll take the Bastard son of Thor. My mind smiles again. I’m def gonna learn about that soon! Holy Hades! If he’s hotter than what we just did, I’m down for some of him! I feel the sweet sensations of Aurei’s thumbs, gently stroking me. Back and forth. Back and forth. That’s comforting. Umm. They make me feel ... truly cherished.
I turn my head slightly, laying my cheek on him. My forehead touches his neck. I whisper. "Aurei?"
"Yes, Baby Thang?" He whispers back.
"Thank you."
"Hmm." I hear his throat hum.
"For owning me."
His arms hug me tight. "You … own me." He turns his head and kisses the top of my hair. Then he gently sinks to the floor, holding me close with my head on his shoulder, he lies down. He positions me so I’m curled up on his chest. We lay there exhausted. My ear pressed to him hears his heart beating and his breath breathing. The other ear hears the stillness of the air and his breath blowing it around. When Aurei speaks, it rumbles in his chest and vibrates into the stillness. "Siri, promise me you will never attempt that without me. Never. Only bare hands. Only my bare hands. Do you hear me?" He hugs me tight. "It’s dangerous." I hear his plea and my ear pressed to his chest hears fear in his darkness and I remember his warrior face.
"Aurei. Have you killed someone like that?"
"No. Not like that."
"But you have killed someone?"
He hesitates then says. "Yes."
"With your bare hands?"
"Yes."
"Was it an accident?"
"No."
"Was it murder?" I lift my head to see his face. My hair envelopes us, shielding us from the rest of the world like a cocoon.
"No. It was in war."
"Oh." I slide up and stare into his face. "Does it haunt you? What happened?"
"You don’t need to know that, Beautiful Thang. War is ugly." He puts his hands on either side of my face and slides his fingers in my hair. "You are simply stunning, Siri."
I smile at him. He puckers his lips and I lay mine on his. I breathe his breath as I hold them there. "Your lips are a contradiction."
"How can lips be a contradiction?" His eyes smile while his lips answer back on mine.
"They are soft and firm." I run my tongue out of my mouth and slide it from one side of his to the other. "You do that sometimes when you are thinking."
"Do what?"
"Run your tongue like this, back and forth." I run my tongue back and forth
over his lips again. "It’s sexy as fuck too."
"I didn’t know I did that."
"And sometimes you stick your tongue in the corner and flick it." I grin at him. "Bet you didn’t know you did that either."
He grins. "Maybe I did know I do that." I see trickery in his eyes.
"You were teasing me."
"I was giving you a dose of your own medicine."
I laugh and lay my head next to his. My body bounces as he flexes his six pack abs to blow a puff of air out of his mouth. My hair flies up with it. When it lands, he does it again. He tells me, talking fast as it flies up, before it lands. "I love your hair, Siri, but it’s so thick." He blows again. "I can’t breathe when it lays over my nostrils." I giggle and pick my head up. I rub my nose back and forth over his, kissing him Eskimo style while my eyes shine into his. He grins. "Your nose is getting cold."
Just then we hear a horn outside in the street under the building. "That would be Angelo. We better get dressed."
"I’m not bashful."
He rolls his eyes and pecks my lips. "Hurry up now. If the stairs don’t give him a heart attack, seeing you naked definitely might."
Sitting up, I offer my hand and we pull each other up. He steps to his pile of clothes and begins to dress while I retrieve my bra, look half heartily for my panties, then finish getting dress without finding them. I’m smelling the flowers when they appear over my shoulders. Smiling I ask. "Since we are finished with my wardrobe, do you still require I wear them?"
"Yes."
I pout, but take them. "This dance studio is perfect! Just perfect!" I tell him as I bend over at the waist and step into them. "I’ll come down here and workout while you go to your office." I pull them up and see he is holding my coat for me. I walk over and stick my arms in. Pulling my hair out, I turn to him. "I have a lot to do! I need to work on my Happy routine and I must get back in shape." He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. "You do realize I was planning on returning to Vegas this week when someone showed up in my life and changed my plans."
"Yes, I realize that."
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