by Sable Sylvan
“What is it, my love?” asked Basil.
“I have some rather…unique tastes,” said Cayenne coyly.
“Unique? Care to share?” asked Basil. “Come on. Don’t make me beg for it.”
“It’s not you who I want to have beg if you catch my drift,” said Cayenne. “You see…I have a certain fantasy that I’ve always wanted to have fulfilled. We’re going for the whole fairytale romance thing. We might as well go all the way, take this as far as we can take it.”
“Why do I have the feeling you have a very specific fantasy in mind?” asked Basil.
“Maybe it’d be easier if I showed you what I want,” said Cayenne, running her hands over Basil’s chest. That mark on his chest had scared her the first time she’d seen it, even though the mark itself was not scary. What had made her afraid was the potential of Basil not being ‘the one,’ but they had a connection on every level: mental, emotional, physical…so the only question left was, was she his fated mate?
Cayenne got up off the bed, taking Basil by the hand and leading him through the studio to her room. The feminine room was done up with ivory and peach pink as the two basic colors, with rose gold accents. It looked like something out of a fashion magazine for Southern gals. Cayenne led Basil to the end of her bed, to a large white chest with copper-colored latches.
“Would you mind?” asked Cayenne, sitting on the bed.
“Not at all,” said Basil. He opened the trunk and what he saw inside shocked him.
Whips. Chains. Handcuffs. Some things Basil didn’t even recognize from porn or the few times he’d gone to a sex shop with his friends. There was no denying that the usually modest Cayenne had another darker side to her, darker like dark chocolate, like sex in the dark, like the dark black tone of the leather restraints and silk ropes inside the chest.
“You’re not the only one with a secret chest,” said Cayenne.
“Ha-ha,” said Basil. “You want me to dominate you, I’m guessing?”
“Ooh, you guessed correctly,” said Cayenne. “But don’t get too cocky, Basil. I want you to do something really wicked for me…if you can handle it.”
“What is it?” asked Basil.
“I want to do tantric BDSM with you,” said Cayenne. “Blindfold me. Gag me. Bind me. Then, use my body however you want. The one caveat? You can’t enter me…I mean, you can, but I want you to make me beg for it. I want you to keep me on the edge of orgasm, on the cliff of climax, and keep me there, for as long as you can…before you ravish me and make me explode around you.”
“Any special toys in mind?” asked Basil.
“The blindfold, the gag, the black silk rope,” said Cayenne, and Basil passed those toys to her for her to place on the bed. “And…the Wartenberg wheel, the Ben Wa balls, and the violet wand.”
“The what now?” asked Basil.
Cayenne got up off the bed and tousled Basil’s hair.
“How interesting,” said Cayenne. “I guess I’m going to have to teach my big, bad bear a lesson…if he’s going to be able to teach me one.”
Cayenne pulled out what looked like a medical instrument. It was a silver implement with a spiky wheel on the end. Cayenne carefully spun it, and the wheel looked like a little circular saw. Basil’s eyes widened. Did Cayenne want him to use that on her?
“What, you’ve never seen one of these before?” asked Cayenne. “We must watch some very, very different dirty movies. At least now, I won’t have to play with my toys all by myself. Give me your arm. This won’t hurt. I just need to show you how to use it, so you don’t hurt me.”
Basil offered his arm. Cayenne ran the little wheel on his arm, gently, and the feeling of the small spikes sent a shiver up his spine.
“Use it gently,” said Cayenne. “Tenderly. You’re not trying to cut me up like a steak, right? Because that’d be too kinky for our first time. I am a romantic, after all. This is the Wartenberg wheel. You use it to tease me, physically, on the skin. Don’t use this on my downstairs parts. If you wanna smash my honeypot, use your dick instead.”
Cayenne put the wheel down and held the Ben Wa balls.
“I can’t give you a demonstration of this,” said Cayenne. “Just…put them inside me, and I’ll know what to do.” She passed Basil the two silvery balls which made bell-like noises as he handled them.
“Finally, there’s the violet wand,” said Cayenne. She took out a silver case that had foam inserts, the kind of case that would usually be used to transport weaponry, and pulled out what looked like a weird vibrator. She attached it to a battery pack and turned it on.
“This might be too much for you to handle,” said Cayenne.
“I can take it,” said Basil, sticking out his arm.
“Okay, but don’t freak out,” said Cayenne. “You’re gonna feel a little shock.”
A shock? Before Basil could comprehend what that meant, he was shocked on the arm by the wand, which went from a regular glass rod to a purplish pink glowing tube that looked like it was filled with neon or some other gas.
“Okay, what the heck,” said Basil, rubbing his arm. He looked. No damage seemed to be done.
“Everyone has their kink,” said Cayenne. “This too much for you?”
“No…but I’m worried it’s too much for you,” admitted Basil.
“Trust me, it’s not,” said Cayenne. “If I grab your right thigh, it’s too much, okay?”
“Okay,” said Basil. “Where should I use it?”
“Anywhere but my face,” said Cayenne. “Any other questions?”
“Just one,” said Basil. “Why the heck aren’t we naked? Strip. Now.”
Basil sat down on the bed and Cayenne got up. She put on a little show for Basil as she took her top off, lowered her jeans, and took off her lingerie. Basil was unbuttoning himself while he watched her until he was left naked on the edge of the bed, his cock erect, and ready to enter her.
Cayenne sat in Basil’s lap, careful not to let his cock inside of her.
“You are a tease,” whispered Basil, as he rocked Cayenne and her curves on his lap using one arm, the other arm stabilizing the pair on the bed.
“Then you’re going to have to punish me,” said Cayenne. “Make me feel what you’re feeling, master. Make me into your sex doll.”
“Master, eh?” said Basil. “I could get used to that.”
Basil suddenly turned Cayenne, so she was standing on the floor but facing away from him.
“Arms, behind your back,” ordered Basil. He tied up Cayenne’s arms firmly in a way that only restricted her range of motion, so she could still squeeze him if she needed him to stop. Then, he carefully put the ball-gag on her, added the blindfold, and took her by the hand.
Basil started a slow dance with Cayenne in a circle, his arms around her waist, her hands tied behind her back, but this wasn’t just a romantic act. If it was sensory deprivation she wanted, well, he’d give it to her in a way she could never have done on her own. Once he was sure Cayenne was disoriented but not dizzy, Basil lifted her up again and sat down on the bed, with Cayenne in his lap. He arranged her so she could grab his thigh if need be and spread her legs. It was time to show Cayenne that when it came to treating her like a sex toy, he wasn’t just playing around.
Basil had Cayenne lick his fingers while he kissed her neck. Then he moved his fingers to the spot between her legs and started to gently stroke her. He was intentionally not bringing her to orgasm as quickly as possible. After all, that’s what Cayenne wanted, right? Basil’s bear roared and told him to take Cayenne all the way to home plate and give her an orgasm that would’ve knocked her socks off…if she’d been wearing any. Basil told the bear to hush. The first mating was important, and it was especially important for a shifter to make the first mating a magical experience for their fated mate.
Basil ran his fingers in circles around Cayenne’s clit and felt her squirm underneath him. He kept her legs open and took those heavy balls that she’d taught him about and
used them to rub at her clit. The metal balls were cold and sent a shiver down Cayenne’s spine. She instinctively moved away from the metal balls, and Basil made sure to keep watch for any sign she wanted out, but she didn’t grab his thigh. She bucked her hips forward, toward Basil and the Ben Wa balls, but Basil pulled it away.
“Uh-uh,” said Basil. “You made your bed, now sleep in it, princess…”
Basil let the last of his words linger as a heat on the back of Cayenne’s neck as he pressed the balls on her slit, up and down, but never quite popping them inside of her.
Cayenne couldn’t believe it. Her wildest fantasy was coming true…like, scarily accurate true. She hadn’t expected Basil to have that much self-control, and the fact he hadn’t entered her, even though he was the one who could call the shots in that regard, surprised her. After all, she could feel his erection against the small of her back, every so often brushing against her hands. Finally, when Basil popped the balls inside of her, she felt filled but not yet satisfied.
Basil’s firm body rubbed against hers, and with every rub, his shaft moved back and forth, like a hypnotist’s pendulum. Cayenne had seen his cock when they’d stripped down, but she hadn’t done anything with it yet…but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t fantasizing about it. With every motion of the balls moving back and forth in her honeypot, she wished that the inward rolling motions were his thrusts and every outward roll of the metal balls was his reluctant pulls out, only performed so he could thrust right back into her.
Basil’s hard, moist cock rubbed past her palms, but this time, Cayenne caught it. She felt the thick shaft in her hands and thought about how good it would feel inside of her…and that was the precise moment that Basil put the Ben Wa balls inside of her. She used her pelvic muscles to move the metal balls around slowly, feeling them jingle and jangle inside of her.
Basil had been surprised by Cayenne’s wanton palming of his shaft. She was still a good girl in his mind, even though he’d seen her giant chest of sex toys…but it was obvious that she was more of a minx than he’d ever thought she could be. Just as she had wrongly judged him, he’d made a poor assessment of her character. Maybe Cayenne did work hard and play hard.
Basil took the metal wheel and carefully rolled it over Cayenne’s skin, tracing her curves with the pricks of the wheel. He felt her back arch as she felt Basil running the wheel over her ample hips and bust and the curves of her waist, back, and shoulders…while his other hand was still busy making Cayenne even wetter. He was only giving her a taste of what was to come, but he had steadily started to touch her harder, faster, in pinpointed circles targeting her pleasure zones. He felt his cock shiver at Cayenne’s touch and heard his bear roar. Basil was close to losing control.
Basil put the wheel aside and took the violet wand. He held Cayenne tight, touching her down there with his hand, mixing her honey pot, while he ran the wand over her body. Because Cayenne was blindfolded, she couldn’t see the tell-tale glowing of the wand before it zapped her. One moment, there was the feeling of a cold glass tube running over her skin, the next, it was like she was being zapped by a faulty socket…but that had nothing on the electricity that Cayenne was feeling between her body and Basil’s firm physique.
Cayenne had never been had this way before. She had never met a man who could both work hard and play hard. All the men she’d met were either too serious and focused, or weren’t serious enough, so they hadn’t earned her respect and would be unsuitable as sexual partners. Basil was different. He was more than a man, more than a bear. He was her equal.
Cayenne let out an involuntary gasp, and the gag fell out of her mouth.
“I need you,” whispered Cayenne. “Basil, please. I’m so close…and I want us to reach paradise together. Please. Enter me. I can feel you want me. Please.”
Basil felt Cayenne’s self-control wavering. He could sense it, feel that she was close, and as his cock let out another spurt of precum over her delicate fingers, he knew he had to act fast.
Basil put the toys aside carefully, then unmasked Cayenne and took the gag off her neck. He pulled the rope off her quickly and left her on the bed, lying back so she would have to watch him as he claimed her. He carefully reached up inside of her and found the loop at the end of the Ben Wa balls and pulled them out. He licked them in front of her before setting them down with the rest of the toys. There were more important things for Basil to do than having a late dessert.
Cayenne reached up to touch Basil’s chest. It was crazy to think that such a small mark could have such a big meaning, but there was no denying Fate, just as there was no denying the passion that would soon overwhelm her body.
Basil entered Cayenne like a bolt of white lightening. Her body arched as she took him in, all the way to the hilt, and he rubbed her curves to soothe her. She hadn’t expected to have such difficulty taking him. After all, she’d been juggling those Ben Wa balls like a champion. After all, he was a lot of man for her to handle, but she soon adapted to the increased pressure in her honeypot, turning the pressure into pure pleasure.
“You wanna see what I did to those Ben Wa balls?” asked Cayenne, looking up at Basil as she flexed her muscles down there.
Basil had never felt anything like that before. Cayenne could control the walls of her honeypot the way some people could wiggle their nose. She twitched and pulled and pressed at him as he dominated her, the two lovers making out while their nether regions did battle, the stakes being the first orgasm of the night.
Basil couldn’t hold it back. He could keep going for a few minutes after he had spilled into her, but he would have to be quick if he had a chance of making her come at the same time as him…which is why he let loose so he could focus on banging her hard and fast, just like she’d wanted.
Cayenne was filled with a sudden feeling of fluid warmth. She let out a moan as she felt the liquid hit her innermost parts. It was like Basil had shot a syringe of white hot lube up into her canal. Her body wanted to pull it in on its own. It was all nature. Bear shifters weren’t the only ones who experience animal magnetism or animal urges, and Cayenne could not control her body.
Basil kept pumping away inside of her, and she held her legs back even further so he could enter her more deeply. She had never felt such pleasure before, and suddenly, she felt her petals fold around Basil. It was really happening. Her fantasy had been fulfilled with the man of her dreams, now the only question was, was she her prince’s princess, or would this Cinderella be left without a partner at the Quincy-Scoville wedding ball?
Chapter Forty-Three
The mark on Basil’s chest was undergoing a transformation. Neither Basil nor Cayenne had ever seen anything like it before.
The pit started to change, brightening under Basil’s skin. A golden light filled the pit, and the light suddenly sprouted, turning into a seedling, the seedling coming out of the top of the pit. Even though the lines and shapes were pure gold, there was no mistaking the shapes as anything but those of a sprout, complete with stem and leaves. As the sprout grew, trails of gold fractals spun out of the bottom of the pit. The pit stayed there through the transformation, unchanging.
The roots stopped growing, and the golden tree grew leaves of pure gold, with blossoms of pure silver that were almost white. Then, small marks of bronze appeared. It was a brownish-orange-reddish-yellow glow, and it became apparent what was happening.
The marks were circular and grew. They grew quickly, melding into one large circular mark around the pit. The mark was many shades of pink and orange and yellow and some purple and brown as well. Out of the top of the mark came another sprout, which turned brown, except for a single golden leaf.
The dark mark on Basil’s chest was a pit but it was also something else. It was a seed. The seed had grown, in front of their eyes, into a peach tree, and the peach had grown around the pit. The glow faded, but the mark on Basil’s chest remained. It was a realistic looking peach, except the brown stem’s leaf was a shade of gol
d that almost seemed to shimmer in the light due to the sweat on Basil’s pecs from the passionate mating that had occurred.
“Your mark,” said Cayenne, reaching up to touch it. “Your mark…changed.”
“I’ve never seen anything like it,” said Basil. “But Kai, I didn’t have to see my mark change to know that you, you’re my fated mate.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you what the mark meant before,” said Cayenne. “I just didn’t want to get in your head when you had a restaurant opening to deal with. I feel like I caused so many problems for you this summer, and I just didn’t want to cause another one.”
“It’s fine, Kai, don’t cry,” said Basil, wiping a budding tear from the corner of Cayenne’s eye. “You did fine. What matters is we’re together now…and we’re fated mates. We know that for certain now.”
“What comes next?” asked Cayenne. “I don’t know much about shifters. I know you can turn into a bear and you get a fated mate, me. What happens after that?”
“We get married,” said Basil.
“Married?” asked Cayenne. “Without…dating first?”
“Will spending nights eating fancy dinners and going to movies change anything about what we have?” asked Basil. “It’s unorthodox for humans, but nothing about this relationship is standard. You and I have spent the last few weeks butting heads and the last few hours bumping butts. Look into your heart. Do you think that you need to know anything more about me before we get married?”
“You’re so sure we’re going to get married, aren’t you?” asked Cayenne.
“I know we are,” said Basil. “And I know that you want me, too, Cayenne. Haven’t we denied what we have for long enough? We can’t deny Fate…and hey, if we get married this summer, we don’t have to plan a whole wedding. It’s one less job for you to do, and you did say you’d try to relax more.”
“That’s the worst promise I ever made you,” said Cayenne. “And…it’s the best promise, too. You’re right. Everything’s perfect, except…one thing’s missing.”
