by Nikki Wild
“Mr. Dalton asked me to bring you to his penthouse.”
“Oh,” I said, my heart skipping a beat. “I see. That’s fine, Max, thank you.”
I leaned forward, pressing the button and waiting for the window to roll all the way up before I exhaled. I still didn’t know if Max could see me back here with the window up or not, but just having the illusion helped.
I sank back into the seat, a tiny shiver of secret pleasure running through me as I bit my bottom lip. I wasn’t expecting to see Bear tonight. The fact that he had summoned me like a damned Mafia boss kind of turned me on, actually. My stomach fluttered with anticipation. I’d not been to his penthouse in the city before, so I had no idea where we were going.
When we pulled up to the building, I gasped. It was the building I’d seen in a million photos of the New York skyline. Two huge towers reached up to the sky, the old architecture of the building was just stunning.
“What is this place?”
“The San Remo? You’ve never heard of it?” Max said, as he helped me out. We stood on the sidewalk together, staring up at it as the snow fell around us. It wasn’t as tall as a lot of buildings in the city, but it was majestic and regal. “Lots of celebrities live here. Mr. Dalton bought the penthouse from Demi Moore last year.”
“I see,” I said, my eyes huge with awe as I took in the beauty of the building.
“I’ll walk you to the elevator,” he said. We walked in past the doorman, passing through a gold trimmed door.
“Mr. Dalton is on the 26th floor of the South Tower here,” Max said, as we approached the elevator. “I’ll be just a phone call away, if you need me, ma’am. Have a wonderful night.”
“Thank you, Max,” I said, stepping onto the elevator. There was a man in a formal uniform standing in the corner.
“Mr. Dalton’s penthouse, ma’am?” he asked.
“Yes, please,” I replied. He pushed a button, but just as the doors started to close, someone rushed in. The man pushed his arm out and held the door open for a beautiful grey-haired woman.
“Good evening, Ms. Keaton,” he said, greeting her. I looked at the woman and my mouth fell open. Diane Keaton was on the elevator with me! I was star-struck and I had to force myself to close my mouth and not look at her.
“Hello, Johnny!” she said. “Thanks for holding the door open.”
“Of course, ma’am,” he replied. They fell silent and the elevator rose to the penthouse, dropping her off halfway up. I was smiling ear to ear as she left. But I was also proud of myself for staying quiet and not turning into a gushing fangirl as the poor woman was just trying to get home to her apartment. I’d probably kick myself for not getting her autograph later, but for now, I felt good about my decision.
A sharp ding indicated we were at the top of the tower and I thanked the elevator guy and stepped into a tiny lobby with a door on the side. I took a deep breath and knocked, doing my best not to feel completely out of place in such luxurious surroundings.
When Bear opened the door, all my worries melted away.
His smile was like a beacon in the night and he pulled me into his arms, kissing me deeply and passionately, as if it was the most important thing in the world to do.
Twenty-One
His kisses left me breathless. He didn’t take his lips off of mine as he pulled me into his apartment and kicked the front door closed. He pushed me up against a wall, without a word, without a sound, his hands everywhere all at once, pushing off my coat and letting it fall to the floor.
Within seconds, he pulled my dress over my head, leaving me standing there in my bra, panties, stockings and shoes. When he saw my panties, he growled, his eyes meeting mine in an angry flash.
“I didn’t think I was going to see you—,” I began to explain.
“Stop!” he demanded, reaching down and pulling them over my stockings quickly and ripping them off of me. He threw them behind him as he sank to his knees, his mouth engulfing my bare pussy in an instant.
I whimpered, my knees weakening as his tongue lapped at my already flowing juices. His tongue dove deep, sliding past my outer lips and sinking into me, his hands pulling my thighs apart so he could go deeper.
In and out, it darted out of my pussy, then going lower and sensuously sliding over my ass, my body shivering with forbidden delight. I cried out, his name sliding over my tongue like it was the only word I knew.
“Bear, Bear, Bear…,” I cried, over and over, opening my thighs to give him access to the deepest parts of me. My eyes rolled back in my head as the most delicious pleasure washed over me in rapturous waves, my entire soul submitting to him. He lapped between my legs, his mouth hot and wet and expertly drawing every ounce of energy and stiffness from me, until I melted to the ground with him, my bare ass hitting the cold hard marble floor with him on top of me.
He pushed his jeans to the side, hurriedly pulling his cock out and sliding it deep inside of me before I could even touch him. I wrapped my thighs around his hips, my feet resting on his loose jeans. I pushed them down over his ass, exposing his tight, muscular ass.
My hands wandered as he fucked me, my fingers searching for something to grip onto as he pounded into me harder and harder. I wrapped my arms around him, his face next to mine as he groaned and slammed into me, over and over, his cock so hard, so sinfully delicious that I couldn’t get enough of it.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded, “please don’t ever stop.”
He growled and kissed my neck, his teeth nipping at my flesh and then sucking, sending shivers of electricity through me. He pulled himself up, his eyes peering into mine demandingly.
“Who are you?” he growled.
“Yours,” I whispered, meeting his smoldering gaze, “your good girl, your slut, your pussy…”
His hips slammed into me with each word, hard and rough, each thrust pressing my ass harder into the cold marble below us.
“Good girl,” he groaned, his cock throbbing hotly inside of me as he exploded, his hot cum searing the walls of my pussy.
Twenty-Two
When I opened my eyes, it was pitch black. Bear’s breathing beside me was the only sound in the room. I untangled myself from his arms, doing my best not to wake him.
My skin was still tingling from his touch. Every single time we had sex, he seemed to get a little rougher. At first, I thought he was just into ordering me around, but the more comfortable he became, as more time wore on, he spanked my ass a little harder, or pulled my hair just a little more.
Tonight, he’d handled me like a rag-doll, almost.
He fucked me in just about every spot possible in his bedroom, carrying me in there after devouring me in the foyer. I’d only gotten a glimpse of the penthouse, but what I’d seen was spectacular. His bedroom was huge and my ass knew it better than I did, at this point.
He’d barely said a word to me all night. But he’d kept me talking, fucking me until I was spewing dirty words like a sailor.
As I walked out of his room and closed the door behind me, I could feel the aftereffects of his roughness with each step. Naked, I walked past the huge great room with double windows making up the entire side of the apartment, leading out to a terrace that wrapped around the top of the historic building.
I was dying of thirst and I found the kitchen on the other side of the house.
After finding a glass in a cabinet, I poured myself a glass of water and drank it all, gulping it down as fast as I could and then filling it up again. He’d worked me over so hard this time, and it had felt amazing, but he was testing my limits like they’d never been tested.
I wandered around the apartment, admiring the minimalistic style of the place. It was the exact opposite of his rustic cabin in the woods. It was all smooth lines and sharp corners and empty spaces, with stark sculptures on display in the corners. I padded down a hallway I’d not seen earlier, taking in the abstract paintings that lined the walls.
All the doors of the rooms along this hallway were open, showin
g off the dramatic views of the city from each bedroom. I kept walking, peeking in each room and thinking about the job I had to do. I knew absolutely nothing about interior design, but whoever designed this place sure did. I tried to remember every detail to use later for inspiration.
I stopped when I came upon a closed door. Contemplating whether or not I should open it didn’t last long. I turned the door knob and was greeted by darkness. I felt around for a light switch and flipped it.
My eyes almost popped out of my head when I saw the room.
“What the fuck is this?” I whispered. It took me quite a while to figure it out. The entire room was painted a deep crimson and two of the walls were lined with mirrors. The furnishings were like something out of a movie. Low slung black leather couches lined one wall and a long, sleek chaise sat in a corner. In the middle of the room was a huge contraption shaped like an X with handcuffs hanging from each corner. Hanging from the red walls and grouped together was an assortment of heavy chains, followed by ropes of all sizes and a bunch of different types of whips.
I gasped when I saw those, reaching out and letting my fingers run through the straps of soft leather.
“It’s a fucking dungeon,” I whispered to myself, my heart racing, my head spinning. I knew Bear was into things that weren’t quite normal, but I didn’t expect this. This was like a professional studio you’d find in some wild BDSM porn or something.
Is this what he was into?
Is this where he’d been leading me all along?
“What have I gotten myself into?” I said, my voice shaking.
“Chloe,” Bear’s voice boomed from behind me and I nearly jumped out of my skin. “What are you doing in here?”
Twenty-Three
“Bear!” I exclaimed. “I was just getting a drink of water.” I held up my water glass, realizing how surprised I was that I hadn’t dropped it yet at the same time.
“The kitchen’s back there,” he pointed behind him and I searched his eyes, trying to see what he was thinking. The darkness of the room prevented me from getting a good look at his eyes. I put one foot in front of the other, breathlessly closing the distance between us.
“I know,” I whispered, finally standing in front of him. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come in here.”
“That’s right, you shouldn’t have,” he said. “I wasn’t planning on showing you this just yet.”
“I’m sorry, Bear,” I said, hanging my head. “Let’s just pretend I didn’t see anything.” I moved to walk around him and he reached out a hand, grabbing my arm. I froze, looking into his eyes, searching the dark storm that was beginning to churn in them.
“It’s too late for that,” he said. “I don’t play pretend.”
“Okay, well,” I replied, my voice quivering. I don’t know why I was so nervous, but something in his voice, in his eyes, was unnerving. “We don’t have to talk about it. Whatever you want, Bear.”
“That’s not how this works,” he growled.
“Wh-what do you mean?” I asked, looking down at his hand as he gripped my arm tighter
“You have to be punished, Chloe,” he whispered. He was naked, too and his cock was hard as rock, throbbing between his legs.
“Punished?” I asked, my voice high with excitement. I didn’t know if I should be turned on or go rushing from the apartment. Adrenaline rushed through my veins as I lifted my chin defiantly.
“I didn’t do anything wrong,” I said. “I don’t need to be punished.”
His eyes smoldered, his pupils dilating as he breathed heavily, his hot breath searing my lips as he came within millimeters of my mouth. A slow smile spread across his face and he shook his head.
“I think you’ve forgotten where you are, Beauty,” he reached up, grabbing a fistful of my hair and roughly pulling it back. “You’ve forgotten who you’re talking to, haven’t you?”
I gasped, the pain ripping through my skull and sending shocks of pleasure straight to my clit.
“How will you punish me?” I asked, my eyes wide, as a slow trickle of desire began rushing through me. If he wanted to play this game, well I could play, too. I was a little intimidated by the whips hanging on the wall but I was trying not to think about them.
“However I damned well please,” he growled, his eyes flashing with anger. “I didn’t tell you that you could leave the bed, did I?”
I shook my head, biting my lip as I waited for whatever he was going to do to me.
“No, I didn’t. The first thing I’m going to do is restrain you, so you don’t take it upon yourself to go wherever you please.”
I nodded, his fingers still tangled in my hair. He let go slowly, then grabbed my arm and pulled me across the room.
“Move!” he yelled.
I jumped into motion, walking along with him as he brought me over to the huge contraption in the middle of the room. I stood in front of it, desperately trying to meet his eyes. I needed something, some sort of reassurance that Bear was still in there, that he hadn’t been replaced with someone—something—else.
He must have sensed it.
He took a deep breath then looked me square in the eye.
“What’s your safe word?” he asked, his voice a deep guttural growl.
“Peaches,” I whispered.
“Good girl,” he said. “You probably weren’t expecting all of this. But now that we’re here, it’s good that you’ve seen it. Now you can see me for who I really am, Chloe,” he nodded slowly, gesturing to the scene around us. “This is me. Take me or leave me. This is your chance to walk away, right now.” He motioned towards the door. “You can leave right now, you can leave anytime. It’s always your choice, you need to know that and understand that. It’s up to you to decide what to do.”
I let his words sink in, and his eyes seemed to pierce so deeply into my soul that I felt it. It was like he’d crawled inside of me and he wasn’t even touching me any more. His hands had fallen to his sides and I yearned for him to touch my skin, but it was as if he’d found a way to look into the darkest corners of my heart and mind, turning over rocks and lighting up the secrets that I’d kept from myself.
Slowly, I lifted my arm in the air, holding it next to the leather cuff behind me.
“I’m staying,” I whispered.
He nodded solemnly, a glimmer of light appearing in his eyes before fading away into the savage darkness that overcame him. It was fast and sudden, too fast, too sudden. His hands fastened the cuff on my raised hand, then the other. My ankles were next, the cuffs tight against my skin. Suspended and restrained, I watched as he stood back to inspect his work.
His stormy eyes raked across my naked body as he nodded slowly.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he said. “I knew you would be.” My hair hung in waves around my face and I stared back at him. He was so present, so fucking intense and for the first time I felt a surge of fear. There was something so savage about him right now, even more than before, like a predator toying with his prey.
He grabbed something from the wall behind me and I braced myself for the pain of the blow, but instead a wispy softness floated over my skin and I looked down to see a handful of soft leather straps hanging loose around my thigh. He trailed the whip higher up my leg and over my right hip, my skin tingling from the sensual slide of the leather.
He was close, so close I could feel the warmth of his body, smell the lingering scent of our sex from earlier. He brought his mouth to my ear, his voice a thick whisper of lust.
“Your skin is going to turn such a lovely shade of pink.”
I trembled as he ran the leather over my hard nipples, goosebumps forming on my arms.
He stepped away and pulled his arm back, taking the straps with him. I braced myself again as he brought it forward once more, sliding it between my legs, the leather running between my pussy lips like a snake.
I quivered with desire.
He pulled it away again, then lightly hit my thigh with i
t. He hit it again, harder this time. I bit my lip, holding my breath for the pain that I knew was surely coming.
But it didn’t.
The harder he hit, the better it felt.
The pain was a rush of heat to my skin, as if the blow was waking me up with each increase of force. I melted into them, his blows becoming harder and harder until he was raining blows down on me so fast and furiously that they became a blur. My thighs, my belly, my breasts were all tingling with the sensation of being woken up until even the quick rush of air that each blow delivered was like a chorus of pleasure coursing through my veins.
When he stopped, I cried out.
He smiled, a slow approving, proud smile.
“Most people cry when it’s happening, not when it stops, Chloe,” he whispered, sliding the whip along my trembling skin again. “Tell me, Beauty. Do you like this?” He slipped the leather between my legs, pushing it against my pussy.
I nodded, gasping for breath.
“Good girl,” he moaned, reaching down and wrapping his fingers around his cock. “Come down from there.”
He unfastened the cuffs on my feet and then my hands. I hadn’t realized how weak I was and I sank to the ground, my knees buckling beneath me. I looked back at up him through a curtain of hair. He towered over me, the whip in his hand, his cock pulsing and throbbing between his legs like some sort of virile god of sex.
I’d never wanted to be fucked so badly in my life. I licked my lips, my eyes meeting his, hoping like hell he could see the desire there.
I lifted myself on all fours, crawling towards him, craving the feel of him in my mouth, in my pussy, anywhere and everywhere he could reach.
“Stop!” he commanded. I froze, waiting, a plea of unbridled lust on the tip of my tongue. “Turn around!”
I did as he asked. Walking on my hands and feet in a circle, until my ass was pointed at him. He stepped between my feet, slapping the inside of my thighs with his whip until I opened my thighs wider, my ass and pussy on full display for him.
