by Sable Sylvan
“What is this place?” asked Addy, looking around with a smile.
“My Valentine’s Day gift to you,” said Sage. “Nobody comes down here, so we won’t be disturbed…and your moans won’t bring anyone down here, thinking there’s a ghost in the dungeons.”
“So these are dungeons,” said Addy. “And this is your cell?”
“No, it’s yours,” said Sage. “That is…if you’d like to be a bad girl for the night.”
“For the night?” asked Addy. “I think you underestimate just how bad I can be, Sage.”
“So, you’re game?” asked Sage, motioning to the items.
“Of course,” said Addy. “But under one condition…we both get to play, if you know what I mean.”
“You talking about switching?” asked Sage.
“Naturally,” said Addy. “After all, you can’t let me have all the fun, now, can you?”
Addy walked over to the rack. There was a variety of fetish wear on the rack, all in her size.
“No corsets?” Addy asked Sage as she peeled through the clothes.
“No frikkin’ way,” said Sage. “I want to touch those curves of yours.”
“Well, if you’re the Dom right now, shouldn’t you be telling me what to wear?” asked Addy, crossing her arms.
“Fair point,” said Sage. He locked the door and then walked over to the rack of clothes. He picked out a few items and passed them to Addy.
“I have no idea how to put on half these things, so you’re gonna have to help me,” said Addy. She put the items down on the bench before loosening the tie waist of her pajamas, letting them hit the floor, undoing the buttons on her shirt, and letting the shirt fall to the ground. She did this all while maintaining eye contact with Sage, who broke eye contact to verify he wasn’t seeing things. Addy really hadn’t worn any underwear under her pajamas. The sight of her, nude and confident, drove him wild.
Addy pulled on the first item, a framework bra, consisting of leather straps that merely framed her curves, rather than hide or change them, and turned so Sage could tighten the bra up. She felt Sage’s hardness through his pajamas, rubbing against the small of her back.
Addy pulled up the pair of leather britches on her own. They were made to look like a garter belt and panties, and of course, were also of a framework style, so they didn’t leave anything covered.
Addy walked to the cross next and crossed her arms.
“Are you going to strap me in, or do I have to do everything myself?” asked Addy.
“Talk like that and I’m going to have to spank you,” said Sage. “Don’t forget…the safe word’s ‘bear claw.’”
“Will you have to spank me?” asked Addy, turning to face the wall, holding onto the cross and sticking out her butt.
Sage opened the chest and pulled out a spanking paddle. He slapped it against his hand and watched as the mere sound of leather on skin sent a shiver down Addy’s spine. He rolled the metal bench over to where Addy was, sat down, and, with Addy in position, held her thighs with his left hand and used his right hand to spank Addy with the paddle, hard.
The feeling of the hard paddle against her skin sent a thrilling chill down Addy’s back. She let out a gasp when the paddle hit her skin, and before she knew it, the paddle was back on her butt, hard, setting her skin aflame.
Sage watched as Addy’s curves turned pink from the paddle and heard his polar growl. The bear didn’t get the appeal of BDSM at all. Sage told the bear to distract itself with something else because regardless of whether or not the bear cared for BDSM, it was happening. After all, wasn’t sex supposed to be about pleasing one’s mate?
Sage put the paddle down and turned Addy, moving her legs and arms into position so that she was bound to the St. Andrew’s Cross. Then, he moved the bench so that it was in front of Addy’s legs (although not fully against them).
“Why do I feel like you’re about to rock my world?” asked Addy.
“Because I haven’t failed to rock your world yet,” said Sage. “Let’s revisit some old memories, shall we?”
“Old memories?” asked Addy.
Sage just answered with a smile. He disrobed and got down on his knees, propped himself up and into position with the leather bench, and reached up to lick Addy’s slit, finding her pleasure button to be already moist and wanting.
Soon, Addy realized why Sage had bound her to eat her out. The pleasure he was giving her made her want to close her legs because the pleasure was so great that it was painful…but that turned her on. Every time he pressed his tongue against her, her body, not listening to Addy’s heart or head, wanted to close Addy’s thighs and restrict Sage’s access to her honeypot. With the help of the bondage equipment, Addy’s body was kept spread wide open for both Sage and Addy’s benefit.
Sage watched as Addy’s body struggled against the restraints. He was getting dessert and a show. Addy’s body looked ravishing as she struggled to deal with the sheer amount of pleasure her body was receiving. Of course, he had to feel what that felt like for himself. He entered her with his fingers and felt as her walls closed around him.
“You want me badly, don’t you?” said Sage.
“Yes, Sage, give it to me, please,” begged Addy.
“Well, you have been taking this punishment awfully well,” said Sage. He quickly undid the restraints and carried Addy to the bed.
“On your hands and knees,” said Sage. “Now.”
As soon as Addy had put herself into position, Sage entered her, hard, and filled her to the hilt. He grabbed onto the leather straps and used them to rock her body back onto his, entering her over and over again. Addy, whose body was nearly full to the brim with pleasure, felt the pleasure spill out of her and onto Sage. Sage kept a hold of the leather straps, as if they were a horse’s reins, as Addy bucked back onto him, using him for her pleasure.
“Switch,” ordered Sage. “I gave you yours, now…will you give me mine?”
“Definitely,” said Addy. “But I think a costume change is in order.”
Addy walked over to the rack and picked out the item she had had her eye on since she first saw it. It was a codpiece style piece of underwear for a man, but, like her undergarments, it was made of leather in a framework style. The straps of black leather were linked by metal circles, and a large metal circle was in the center of the front of the garment.
“You know what to do with this,” said Addy, tossing it to Sage. Sage got changed as Addy went through the box of items to find herself some toys to play with. The first item she picked was a flogger, which she used to tap Sage’s butt, hard.
“Move that bench, slave,” ordered Addy. “Over there.” She motioned with the flogger to the bed.
“Yes, Miss,” said Sage, and he moved his butt! He pushed the leather bench toward the bed.
“Good, good,” said Addy. “Now, lie down on the bed, and strap down those ankles.”
Sage got in the bed while Addy got some more toys out of the cabinet, put them on the bench, and then she strapped in Sage’s right wrist for him, as he had strapped on the other cuff himself.
Sage’s bear roared. He had never seen Addy this sexually aggressive before. Neither man nor bear had any clue what Addy would have in store for Sage.
Addy put a leather blindfold, with a red fur backing, over Sage’s eyes. She then kissed his face, making a trail of kisses down his neck to his chest, licking along his mate mark, which had permanently been changed by their first mating, remaining gold with black outlines. She then moved down and blew on his cock, but did not put it in her mouth. Instead, she rubbed it lightly with her hand.
“You tortured me with too much pleasure, now, I’ll torture you with too little,” said Addy. “Who knows. Maybe I’ll let you come tonight. Maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll let you cum in five minutes…or in five hours.”
“Addy, you naughty minx,” said Sage.
Addy gave Sage’s nipples a quick twist.
“That’s Miss Addy to
you, slave,” said Addy. “Now, do you want me to let you cum, or not?”
“Yes,” said Sage.
Addy pinched his cheek.
“What was that, slave?” asked Addy.
“Please let me cum, Miss Addy,” said Sage, turning his head one way and then the other. His cock was so hard, and the metal ring around his cock made his erection even more painful. He needed a release and badly.
“That’s more like it, slave,” said Addy. She looked at the toys on her bench and picked a silicone sleeve that had bumps on the inside. She didn’t need to lube up Sage’s cock as it was still wet with her juices. She warmed the sleeve with her mouth, blowing hot air onto it, before she gently placed it over Sage’s cock, like a cocktail dress.
Addy moved the sleeve up and down on Sage’s cock and watched as the polar bear shifter wriggled and writhed. His hips bucked, pressing into her hand so that his dick could move in and out of the sleeve faster, but when he did that, Addy moved the sleeve off his dick.
“Nuh-uh, slave,” teased Addy. “No bucking. No moving. Every time you move, I’m going to go even slower. If you’re a good slave for me, maybe I’ll let you cum. Maybe.”
“Oh, Miss Addy,” moaned Sage. “Please, let me cum.”
“Silence!” demanded Addy. “Just let me do what I do best.”
Sage bit his lower lip to stop himself from saying anything as Addy moved the sleeve up and down on his cock.
“That’s right, slave…just let me milk you,” whispered Addy. It was almost hypnotizing watching the sleeve go up and down on Sage’s cock. It was oddly satisfying and made her think of what she’d rather have on Sage’s dick, the spot between her legs that was wetting at the thought of another orgasm.
Addy kept using the sleeve as she slowly stood up and got onto the bed to straddle Sage. She didn’t lower herself onto him yet, teasing him with the feeling of her legs on the outside of his. Sage let out a gasp and a small sputter of precum, and that’s when Addy couldn’t resist anymore. She flung the silicone sleeve to the side and took off Sage’s restraints and his blindfold.
“What’s going on?” asked Sage.
“You’ll see,” said Addy. “Hold your legs up for me.”
“We’re getting that kinky?” asked Sage.
“No,” said Addy, rolling her eyes. “You’re such a goofball. Let me show you.”
Sage held his legs back, and Addy moved forward. Sage’s cock was hanging between his legs. Addy adjusted him and then started to fuck him. It was like they were in reverse missionary position. Sage was in Addy’s usual position, and Addy was in Sage’s usual position. Sage lay back and watched as Addy carefully put his cock inside of her and then thrust against him, her body using his to push up and down on his cock. He was getting dominated by her, even while she was being penetrated because she was controlling the speed, the force, the rhythm.
“Where the heck did you pick this up?” asked Sage.
“My sisters sent me some magazines from America,” said Addy. “This position is called the Amazon. Any guesses as to why?”
“It should be called the Amazing because that’s what it frikkin’ is,” said Sage. “Addy…I can’t hold back.”
“So don’t,” said Addy, stroking Sage’s face. She bounced up and down on his cock even faster, and Sage couldn’t hold back. He had to cum, and cum he did, hard and fast, up into his fated mate. Once he had spilled all his seed into her, Addy slid him out of her and lay down next to him.
“Phew,” said Sage. “I only have one more question for you, Addy.”
“What is it, slave?” teased Addy, twirling one of Sage’s black curls of hair around her finger. His hair was tousled and messy, not straightened with an iron like he usually treated it at Bonimolean.
“Were you serious about wanting to get popcorn and a movie? Because that’s precisely what I need right now: food and rest,” said Sage.
“Of course, I was serious,” said Addy. “But…I get to pick the movie, and you’ve got to go get the popcorn from the ballroom.”
“I think I can manage that,” said Sage, giving Addy a kiss before they headed back upstairs. Sage took her to the private theater room to watch a cheesy artsy French movie and eat the caramel covered popcorn that Sage had stolen from the ballroom, where the party was still going harder than ever, while Morten and his gang of older shifters started limbo-ing as the moon started to set.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Two Weeks Later
The first quarter at Bonimolean was coming to a close. Addison and Sage’s class was just about to start discussing Pride and Prejudice, which meant Addison and Sage had to give their report. It was unorthodox, but it was done that way so that students couldn’t just base their report on class discussions and the findings of their classmates.
On the morning of the day of the report, Addy and Sage woke up next to one another. This time, they were in Sage’s bed. They’d celebrated putting the finishing touches on their report in the most natural way possible, with some good, hard lovin’.
Addy and Sage got changed into business casual clothes and went downstairs to the dining hall to grab a hearty breakfast before they headed over to Prof. Bingley’s classroom early to get the presentation set up. They were using a standard slideshow application to show off their findings, and of course, had notecards ready with quotes that they might need to reference. They had even made laminated color handouts for the entire class. It went a little above and beyond, but this was Bonimolean, after all. They had time to rehearse in the space, adjust the volume of their voices accordingly, and of course, goof around with their laser pointers. It helped calm Addy’s nerves.
Their classmates trickled in. Finally, in walked Prof. Bingley. Addison and Sage took their seats as Prof. Bingley took the podium.
“Class, you’re in for a very special treat today,” said Prof. Bingley. “Miss Addison Quincy and Master Sage Scoville have composed a report on Pride and Prejudice for us. You have, haven’t you?” The class laughed at Prof. Bingley’s joke.
“Yes, of course,” said Addison.
“Well, then, get over here and give it!” said Prof. Bingley. He took his seat in a large quilted leather armchair resembling a classic Chesterfield sofa and watched the pair give their report, taking ample notes.
Addison and Sage went over the basic plot of Pride and Prejudice to ensure everyone was on the same page before they went into the nitty-gritty details. Surprisingly, while Addison and Sage seemed to be arguing different things at first, it became clear that they were both building to a conjoined cohesive argument.
The pair took questions from their classmates and finally, it was time for Prof. Bingley to ask them a few questions of his own.
“Miss Addison, what was the most striking moment of this novel for you?” asked Prof. Bingley.
“Honestly, the first time that Elizabeth meets Darcy,” said Addison. “It’s a moment in which the female gaze, rather than the male gaze, casts judgment. I think if Elizabeth were a real woman, around today, she would consider the male gaze in her analysis of gender relations among English nobles. I wonder if she’d be able to see that, in her sociological survey, she becomes the one casting a gaze, and if she would consider how in many ways that her act of gazing is an inversion of social norms. I think that in fact, she may find it difficult and need to have it pointed out to her. It’s no secret that I identify strongly with many of the female authors and the heroines of the stories covered this semester. Because I identify with them, I can understand what potential struggles they might have in the modern day. Perhaps it’s merely projection, but I think that Elizabeth would have a hard time admitting her own prejudices today precisely because I’ve faced that problem myself.”
“Very good, very good,” said Prof. Bingley. “Now, Master Sage…what do you find to be the most relatable part of the novel? After all, what could a polar bear shifter who breaks all the rules have in common with Darcy?”
“What don
’t we have in common?” asked Sage. The class laughed.
“Seriously, there are more similarities between Darcy and me than may meet the eye,” said Sage. “Both of us have been judged before someone got to know us. We’re both read as rakes, through legibility of the body, drawing into question how we read peoples’ appearances the way we read books, and how, in doing so, our imagination plays a role in creating a story that we want to see.”
“Expand more on that,” said Prof. Bingley. “You have my attention…now, keep it.”
“One of England’s most famous writers once said, ‘All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts.’ Shakespeare placed the practice of everyday living with a performance studies lens,” said Sage. “However, I think more broadly, Shakespeare describes the way we live through an artistic lens, a lens which renders the subject a work of art. Instead of seeing someone as who they truly are, we see them as a cluster of roles. Maybe some see me as a polar bear shifter, a bad boy, a Scoville…but others may see me as something else entirely.”
Sage looked to Addison and gave her a soft smile.
“I think that Darcy and I both are judged by others based on what stories others want our appearances to tell, and what role they want us to play in their lives,” said Sage. “Even if Darcy had been Elizabeth’s dream man at their first meeting, she still would have projected what she wanted to read onto him.”
“And why do you think they ended up together in the end if they were so ill-matched?” asked Prof. Bingley.
“Because people have no clue what they want,” said Sage. “And they ended up together because they were well-matched. Yes, Fate was involved, through a series of coincidences so ridiculous some argue they can’t be fictional because truth is stranger than fiction. That’s why I think the most moving moment of the novel is the second proposal scene.”
“The proposal scene?” asked Prof. Bingley.
