by Nikki Wild
“Oh, cool!”
“I was ecstatic. I had three months to prepare the piece. The judges assigned us to learn the Star Wars theme.”
“Star Wars?”
“Surprisingly, it has a lot of trombone parts in it.”
“Okay,” I said, still trying not to laugh.
“It’s ridiculous, you can laugh,” he said, smiling. “At the time, I took it all very seriously, as I do all competitions.”
“Duly noted,” I said, winking at him.
He smiled and leaned over, brushing a kiss on my lips before continuing.
“So, I lived and breathed the Star Wars theme song. I learned it quickly and easily. I practiced it day and night, every free moment. I practiced it in the halls at school in between classes, I practiced it every moment at home when I wasn’t eating or sleeping. It was a big deal to me. The biggest thing I’d experienced in my short life.”
“How old were you?”
“I was ten.”
“I see,” I said. “A very serious age.”
“Double digits!” he laughed. “So, I learned this song so well that I was certain I was going to win. I built it all up in my head. I could play it backwards and forwards and sideways, you name it. I’d never been more certain and confident of anything. I felt it in my bones, you know?”
“That must have felt great.”
“It did!” he said, his eyes lighting up. “I felt like I was on top of the world. I’d never lost at anything in my life. I’d gotten everything I wanted, for the most part, even though I’d never asked for much. Up till then, I did everything my parents told me to do, it wasn’t until later, when I wanted to express myself and follow my own ideas and dreams that things got bad with them. But when I was ten, I was on top of the world. School came easy. Playing came easy. I didn’t have to put in much effort and I was always on top. And, I was a kid, so I really had nothing to worry about except succeeding.”
“So what happened with the competition?”
“The day of the competition, everything was perfect. I felt great. My confidence had never been higher. I felt like I could take on the world and I was ready to do it! The arena it was being held in was huge. Football stadium huge. There was a small stage set up at one end of the field and a few chairs in front for the three judges. To this day, I don’t know why the competition was held there. When I arrived, I was faced with dozens of other boys and girls just like me. They’d all practiced just as hard. They were just as talented and educated. They’d studied the history of the trombone, just like I had. And some of them had partners. Other players they were going to being playing with.
“Mr. Petty asked me if I knew anyone else who wanted to compete with me when he first told me about it, but I didn’t and nobody else at our school was as good, or obsessed, as I was. I didn’t think twice about going alone, because I was that fucking confident.
“When I arrived, they put us in a line and we all stood there, holding our instruments, waiting our turn. But we were lined up right next to the stage and we were forced to watch everyone else’s performances while we waited our turn.
“I was next to last in line. I’d never performed solo before, only with my school band, and suddenly everything changed. My confidence wavered and I began shaking, filled with stage fright.”
“Oh, no!” I said, pulling him closer, my heart dropping for him. I could just see little boy Bear nervous and shaking.
“I watched the others go before me and I felt sick when I realized I should have brought others with me. There were groups of two, three and even four, but only me and one other misguided soul playing alone. When the groups started playing, they filled up the space with the sound of their multiple instruments playing together. It sounded magnificent! So loud and powerful! I watched as almost a dozen other acts went before me and I was the first one playing alone. I knew I’d never be able to fill up that space with just my one instrument and my one pair of lungs.
“Well, as much as I wanted to run out of there, I lifted my chin and I walked up onto that stage all by myself. I reminded myself that I’d worked my ass off to get there and that I knew exactly what I was doing. I was just as good as any of those other guys, even if I was by myself. The judges stared up at me as I positioned my instrument and I’d never felt so scared and alone as I did in that moment. But above all, I knew one thing. I was ready. I was prepared. As much as anyone could ever be prepared, I was it.”
“That’s beautiful,” I whispered, smiling at him.
“I lifted the mouthpiece to my lips and I put every ounce of my soul into my performance. I opened my heart and felt every note start deep inside of me and let it explode out into the world. With every breath, I put every shred of confidence I had into the song, believing completely that I could do it, because I simply could. I gave it everything I had. As I reached the crescendo of the song, I felt my body tiring. The adrenaline of the actual performance and the nervousness had drained me. And that was something I hadn’t prepared for. I felt my breath leaving me and I knew I needed it more than ever.”
“Oh, no!”
“But then I remembered something. If all those people before me had done it, then they had probably experienced the same nervousness. Maybe they felt the same way when they reached the end. And if they had something inside of them that carried them through, then maybe I did too.
“I fought the burning in my chest. I fought the urge to pull the instrument from my mouth and walk off the stage and I just kept going. I played through the pain. I played through the fatigue. I just kept going, because I simply could!
“By the end of the song, I felt like I was going to fall down right there on the stage in front of everyone. But I finished! Panting, sweaty, exhausted…and exhilarated!”
“That’s amazing!” I said, thrilled for him.
“I walked off the stage and suddenly winning didn’t matter anymore. I’d already won. No matter what happened, I’d made it. And I’d made it because I had the confidence to try, to believe in myself.”
“That’s such a great story,” I said, beaming at him. “So who won?”
“Oh,” he shrugged. “I did. I always win.”
I burst out laughing as he pulled me into his arms.
“I won with you and that’s the biggest prize of all,” he said.
“You are too sweet,” I said, kissing him. “I love that story.”
“Well, I told you that story for a reason, Beauty.”
“What’s that?”
He grew serious, his smoldering eyes peering into mine, reaching into my soul.
“You remarked that I sounded so certain that we’re always going to be together.”
“And?”
“And I wanted you to hear that story, so you can understand what I really mean when I say I’ve never been more confident about anything in my life than I am about us. Even when I was a nerdy ten year old who’d never lost at anything in his life.”
“Oh, Bear,” I said, my heart melting. “Thank you for telling me that.”
“I love you so much, Chloe. I know this is right. I just know it. Yeah, I’m confident, damn right I am. Look at you! Look at us!” he said. “We’re perfect together.”
He kissed me, his lips crashing passionately onto mine as we clung to each other and fell back onto the blanket together. I’d never felt so full of love in my life and he’d never been so sure. As far as I was concerned, it was a damn good combination.
We kissed for what seemed like hours, the champagne long forgotten, the fire flickering beside us, the waves lapping in the distance as we melted into each other.
After a while, he pulled away, his eyes serious again as he looked down at me.
“Do you understand why I am the way I am, Chloe?”
“Tell me what you mean,” I whispered.
“The things I need. The way I need them.”
“I think I know what you mean,” I said.
“It’s important to me that y
ou understand, Beauty. It’s important to me that you want the same things.”
“I think I do,” I said.
“I know I get rough. I know I say things…”
“I don’t mind that…”
“Everything I say, every spanking, every demand, all of those things are things that I need, do you understand? They’re a part of me and I’ve looked all my life for someone to accept those parts of me. They feed something in me and if it’s missing from my life, then I’m just left empty. It’s like a hunger, an addiction.”
“I understand, Bear,” I said, reaching up and touching his face. “I accept that part of you completely.”
“I would never disrespect you, Chloe,” he said. “You need to know that. It’s important to me that you realize that. No matter what happens, what I do, or what I say, there is always respect. And love. So much love, baby.”
“I know that, Bear. I feel it. I want it too,” I said, biting my lip as I stared up at him. “I need it too.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.” I nodded firmly, smiling up at him.
“I never want to hurt you.”
“Then don’t,” I said.
“I promise I never will, Beauty,” he whispered, his eyes turning wild with lust.
Chapter 6
He kissed me again, deeply, softly at first, but I felt the change come quickly. His kiss deepened, his lips kissing harder and harder and I felt his cock come to life against my thigh. He groaned as I reached down and gripped his shaft through his pants, his cock throbbing hotly in my palm.
“Get up,” he growled.
Abruptly, he grabbed my hips and turned me around until I was face down over his lap, lifting the skirt of my dress over my ass, leaving me naked and exposed. A thrill went through me as I realized what he was going to do. He’d not even pretended to spank me until now. I held my breath as his warm hand slid over my ass, caressing it softly, a finger slipping between my lips and running over my clit, causing a great, deep shudder to rock through my body. I gasped, loudly, and I heard his light laughter ring through the darkness right before I felt the blow.
Smack! His hand landed on the fleshy part of my cheek, sending a jolt of delicious pain right to my clit. He growled and I felt it in my stomach. My pussy quivered as I waited for more, yearned for more. Now that he’d given me a taste, I wanted everything he had to give me.
It felt like it had been forever since he’d touched me like this and my body was begging for it.
He hit me again, my breasts swinging against his thigh as he began swatting me over and over. He picked up the pace, his blows coming harder and faster as the delicious heat spread across my skin. My pussy was soaked, quivering, yearning for him to open my thighs and hit me there, too.
But he didn’t.
He pushed me down onto my back on the blanket, hovering over me as he opened his pants, his eyes flashing with hunger. When I felt his cock slide in, a deep shudder ripped through me, my pussy spasming around his velvety shaft immediately. Waves of pleasure washed over me until I’d melted below him, my hips rising to meet his even as I dissolved into a puddle on the blanket, as if my pussy couldn’t resist the urge to slam back into him as hard as he was slamming into me.
His hips moved like a machine, his cock pounding into me with all his might. Wider and wider, I opened my thighs, giving him room, welcoming his sweet invasion. I stared up at him as he tore his lips from mine, his eyes shooting daggers of lust and unbridled passion straight through me. He kept fucking me, his hips dancing up and down, his cock deliciously ripping into me with each hammering stroke. I closed my eyes, pressing my pussy up to him wantonly, my body needing nothing but the pleasure he gave, the sinful pleasure of his cock slicing into me. I thought of nothing else.
My eyes closed, I lost myself in the darkness, awareness of the beach, of the sky, of the crashing waves in the distance, disappearing into a cloud of pure, savage pleasure.
“Fuck me!” I screamed, my cries echoing to the skies, falling on the ears of the gods. I threw my head back, lost, falling, free.
His fingers snaked around my neck and my eyes flew open. He looked down at me, his hips flailing, a snarl smeared on his beautiful face.
Slowly, gently, he wrapped his fingers around the choker, engulfing my neck with his huge fingers while he fucked into me harder and harder. He slowed down as he peered into my eyes, his words punctuated by every slow, hard thrust.
“You’re mine now,” he growled. “You’re mine to play with. You’re mine to punish. You’re mine to fuck. Whenever I want. However I want.”
“Yes, Bear,” I said, my eyes wide as I nodded, my pussy on fire under his gaze.
He reached down, releasing my neck and rubbing my clit with his thumb as I whimpered, wiggling under his touch.
“This clit is mine.”
“Yes,” I gasped.
He pulled his cock out and I shook my head. “Please,” I begged.
“Hush,” he said, dipping his head between my legs, his mouth engulfing my clit with his heat.
“Ohhhhh…” I cried, my voice rising and mixing with the sounds of the ocean. “Bear,” I whispered, “yes, yes…”
He tongue darted down, sliding along the inside of my lips, licking every inch of my quivering pussy as I threw my head back in ecstasy, surrendering to his mouth. A finger slid inside, hooking up and rubbing against my g-spot as he pulled out of me. Over and over, he fucked me with his finger, first one, then two, then his entire hand slid easily inside of me, my juices overflowing as my passion grew. My trembling thighs fell apart as he worked between my legs, his fist slamming into me while he sucked on my clit, my body flailing below him as I cried out into the night, my body shuddering in pleasure.
He stopped, pulling his mouth away and removing his hand right before I crashed over the edge.
It wrecked me.
“Bear, no!” I begged. “Oh, please, please don’t stop…” I thrashed below him, begging him like a starving woman. He smiled down at me and I realized that was exactly what he wanted.
“Beg me,” he demanded.
“Bear, I’m yours, baby. I’m all yours. Your slut. Please, please! Please fuck your good girl, I need it so badly. Don’t leave me like this, Bear. Please?” I begged, just like he wanted, my voice a high plea in the dark night. The fire flickered next to us, a sign from the gods of sex that I’d been heard.
“I’ll do anything,” I whispered, my voice serious and low. I stared up at him, needing him, needing everything he had to give.
“You’ll do anything?” he said.
“Please, Bear, yes,” I cried.
He nodded, sitting back on his heels, his throbbing cock bobbing between his legs. I licked my lips as I stared at the object of my deepest desire. I’d never wanted anything more in my life.
I watched as he stood up slowly, standing over me, stripping his clothes off until his naked body towered over me, shimmering in the firelight. I longed to touch him, to lick him, to wrap my pussy around him. I reached up and he slapped my hand away.
“Follow me,” he barked, leaving me lying there with my dress bunched around my hips, my hungry body spread out like an unwanted buffet as he walked away. Scrambling to my feet, I followed him through the yard and into the house. Sure and steady, his footsteps echoed on the hardwood floors. My eyes were glued to his back, raking over his incredible frame. His muscles rippled up his taut skin and I longed to run my hands over him. Staring straight ahead, his shoulders remained squared in determination and purpose as he headed to the bedroom.
“Lay down,” he barked, turning back to me.
With trembling thighs, I crawled onto the bed, lying on my stomach and gazing over my shoulder at him.
“Not that way. Turn over.” His voice was a low, husky growl that vibrated right through me, sending shivers of electricity straight to my clit.
I turned, resting on my back.
“Scoot this way,” he said. He was standing at my h
ead and I moved towards him, until my head was hanging off the side of the bed. He was upside down to me now, his cock twitching between his legs. He moved forward and I opened my mouth to welcome his velvety shaft between my lips.
I savored the feel, the slide, the smooth glide of flesh on flesh, my tongue twirling around his hardness. His hands gently held my cheeks, gently guiding his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. Rocking his hips back and forth, he began fucking my face slowly, deeply, the head of his cock brushing against the back of my throat.
I moaned, my body on fire, passion rushing through me as he used me, fucking into my mouth over and over. He reached down, pulling my breasts from the halter of my dress, and then trailing his hand up, resting it on my throat as he thrust slowly. My pussy spasmed in pleasure, a hot flushing orgasm tearing through my body as he gently squeezed.
“You dirty slut,” he growled from above, his hips moving faster, his hand squeezing just a tiny bit harder. “You’re mine, Beauty. I want you and I always take what I want. Do you understand?” he cried, fucking me over and over.
I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t nod.
But he knew. He didn’t need an answer. The only thing he needed from me was complete submission and now—with my head hanging down and his cock slamming into my mouth, his hand resting on my throat, as if my entire existence rested in those fingertips—he had it.
Wave after wave of delicious, forbidden pleasure ripped through my entire body and I opened my mouth wider, his cock going deeper and harder. I closed my lips around his shaft, sucking him into my mouth, twirling my tongue around his massive heat, his hips rocking, sliding his cock out while I sucked it right back in. Over and over, his cock danced with my tongue until he pulled out with a low growl, spraying his pleasure over my chin, my neck, my breasts. I reached up, my fingers sliding through his slickness, rubbing it over my rock-hard nipples, my body on fire for him.
I reached down between my thighs, rubbing my clit in circles. I hadn’t opened my eyes. I was covered in his wetness.
