ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Mated, Bearfoot and Pregnant (Bear Shifter BBW Pregnancy Romance) (Werebear Hero Fantasy Romance)

by Leah Kent

  “If you are ready,” Cecile said.

  Trin nodded and followed the maid out of the room. Cecile led her back down the flight of stairs and through a large hall. Along the walls were more pictures depicting women in various states of sensual torture, some bound along racks, others held in chains or rope. In every picture, Trin was left wondering at the expressions, if these women were in ecstasy or shamed by what was taking place. All of the paintings had the same effect on her – she found herself aroused and anxious about what was to come.

  Cecile led her into another room. This was devoid of any paintings. Different bondage tables and racks dominated this room. Three St. Andrew’s Crosses were set up against three different walls. Overhead, Trin saw eyehooks. One pair had chains that came down with cuffs at the end. Two large cabinets dominated the far wall on either side of one of the crosses. Cecile led her here, opening the first of the cabinets for Trin to examine the tools inside.

  She saw various implements and was relieved to see that so far, everything she saw here was something she had already accounted for. “I’ve already named the things in here that are off limits.”

  Cecile nodded and took her to the other cabinet, leaving the first open. In this one she saw more tools. Some were variations on items from the first cabinet; others were new. She examined them carefully to look for anything that she had not already seen or read about. When nothing looked new, she nodded again.

  “I’ve gone through everything in here as well.”

  “You came prepared,” Cecile said. “Master will be pleased.”

  Cecile took a blind fold from one cabinet and brought it to Trin. She tied it around her head at her eyes, placing the knot under Trin’s ponytail. She then took Trin’s hands and guided her to stand in another area of the room.

  A door opened and Trin’s senses flared to life. She could smell cologne, not too strong, but arousing and enticing. It was a gentle, spicy scent, one that invited her to continue sniffing. Footsteps came toward her, bearing the weight of a man.

  Trin did not have to see him to feel the power in his stance. When he stood behind her, Trin had the urge to immediately fall to her knees. She did not, however, and steadied herself under the gaze she felt. She could not tell how tall he was, but thought he might be about a head taller than she was. He moved around her slowly before touching her breasts, lifting them in firm, warm hands. These were not manicured hands. Trin could feel smoothed callouses under them and wondered about the man they belonged to. She knew that he did not have wealthy beginnings, but she had not realized how much work they had done.

  He lowered her breast and moved his hands down her body, parting her legs carefully. Trin held back a gasp as his fingers parted her sex. She felt his breath there and then his finger began exploring, tracing the delicate skin and circling her clitoris. Trin did her best to stifle her moan at his touch. His finger slid back along her sex to the soft opening of her vagina, pushing in gently. His finger explored inside, finding her spot and sending shivers through her body. She wanted him to continue, but he stopped, withdrawing his finger and sliding it back to her ass. He parted the cheeks with his hand and slid his wet finger along her ridge, up past the puckered hole and the back down to it, teasing it.

  “Is this on her list?” His voice was deep and smooth. It sent chills along Trin’s body.

  “No, master,” Cecile said.

  “Very good.” Gently he pushed his finger into the puckered hole. Trin could not hold back her small cry as she felt it stretched to fit him. He continued to push in and move his finger around, getting to know her inside. Gently he slipped his finger back out of her, and Trin sighed. “You are familiar with anal sex.”

  “Yes,” Trin said.

  “How many times?”

  Trin tried to think, but did not have a count. “I had a boyfriend who enjoyed it regularly.”

  “Were you ever injured that way?”

  Trin was startled by his question. It was not what she would have expected. “No. We always used plenty of lubrication.”

  “Very good. Cecile, bring me a plug. A moderately sized one. I want her to feel it.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Trin listened as Cecile shuffled with items at the cabinet. Trin had indicated on her list that she did not want any plugs that were too large. She remembered the selection of plugs along the cabinet wall and wondered if she should have been more specific. Next to her, she heard the sound of the pamphlet’s pages turning.

  “Your limits are very basic,” he said. “I will be able to work easily with these. Remember to use the safe word, Red, if at any time you find yourself approaching a limit you had not realized before. I will ask you about the limit. If you want to explore limits or push any that you find, I am happy to help you with that, but you must tell me first.”

  “I understand,” Trin said.

  Trin heard the sound of something opening and the wet sound of lubricant being squeezed onto something. Once again, his hands opened her ass cheeks and she felt something cool and smooth press against the puckered hole there. She widened as he pushed it further. He moved slowly, allowing her body time to adjust to the size. To Trin, it felt as though it were as wide as a bowling ball, and she cried out to feel herself widen and the item push deeper into her body.

  “You are doing very well. Your boyfriend should be commended for the care he showed you.”

  Trin wanted to speak, but could not form words. The pain as she continued to widen for the plug was excruciating, but her body craved it at the same time. She had enjoyed anal sex far more than she thought; it was why they had done it so often. This experience was proving to be far more painful and enjoyable. With each jolt came the pleasure of her body being excited by the motion through so many nerves.

  Just as Trin thought she might call out Red, she felt her ass begin to tighten again. She had taken in the widest part of the plug. The base rested against her and she felt full of it and aroused by the feeling.

  “That was very good. Now, Cecile, cuff her to the chains while I go over her list one more time.”

  Cecile’s soft hands took hold of Trin’s and led her through the room once more. They stopped and Cecile lifted Trin’s hands over her head. She placed the cuffs around her wrists and fastened them. Trin was happy to feel a soft, smooth lining inside. When Cecile was through, she backed away. Trin found that while she could stand flat on her feet, she had little range of motion. She could try to dodge away from the blow of a flogger or a paddle, but doing so would only cause her to pull on the cuffs and risk her wrists or shoulders being injured.

  Mr. Bryton stepped up to her, and once more, Trin felt the urge to fall to her knees in front of him. He stepped around and she heard the sound of leather cutting the air. The flogger struck her buttocks fast and hard, making a loud crack as the tails met her skin. Trin tensed her ass reflexively and felt the plug, hard inside her. She cried out at the thick sensation and the flogger struck her again.

  He struck her several more times along her ass before moving down to her thighs. Each strike was a heavy impact mingled with a sharp sting. It hurt, but a deep arousal stirred within Trin as well. She was enjoying these sensations, far more than she would have imagined.

  Mr. Bryton stopped striking her and brought his hand between Trin’s legs. He slid his fingers along her sex and pushed inside her, dancing his fingers and beckoning forward into that spot. Trin felt her knees buckle and her weight leaned into his hand, pushing him into that spot harder.

  “You enjoy this. Good.” He continued to beckon her. Trin felt her pleasure begin to swell and rise. He was bringing her to a slow and large climax. “This weekend, this body belongs to me. I will not do anything you do not want, but I will do everything that I want to do. This body will obey my rules, and I have one that is very important.”

  “What is that?” Trin breathed her question between gasps. She was getting so very close to her orgasm. The touch of his fingers inside of her was
nice.

  “You only come with I command it.”

  He withdrew his fingers and Trin felt her pleasure peak and then pull back. She let out a long, anguished cry to feel her orgasm brought so close and taken from her. Mr. Bryton laughed.

  “You want to come for me already?” he asked. He took one of her nipples between his fingers and pinched hard. Trin moaned loudly to the throbbing pain. “What kind of girl are you?”

  Trin could not answer him. She could not speak through his pain.

  “A good girl does not let a man she’s never even seen bring her to orgasm like that.” He pinched harder still and brought his wet finger to Trin’’s lips, pushing it through them and into her mouth. She blushed to taste herself, rich and full of passion. “What kind of girl do you taste like?”

  He withdrew his finger and released her nipple. It throbbed where he pinched her and she breathed in slowly, caught between savoring the pain and wanting to run from it.

  Trin heard motion at the cabinet again.

  “You still have not answered my question,” Mr. Bryton said. “What kind of girl are you?”

  “A good girl,” Trin said.

  She gasped as his finger moved into her once again. He slid a second into her as well, pressing one forward into that spot, and one back toward the thickness of the plug. Trin moaned and felt her pleasure begin to swell again.

  “I don’t let good girls come so easily,” he said. “I hate to sully them. Sluts, on the other hand, are welcome to come for me.” His fingers danced inside her body, building her arousal up in a thick wave, driving it to peak. “I personally love women who are so willing to come for me, so willing to hand over their bodies to my whim and will. I only get that from sluts, and I so enjoy allowing them to indulge themselves.”

  Trin’s arousal was close to its peak now. She wanted to come. The thought of feeling it back down again made her moan. To avoid that, she would have to shame herself.

  “If you’re not I respect that,” he said. “As I said, I would never sully a good girl.”

  “I’m a slut.” Trin pushed the words out as her face burned with her shame an embarrassment at saying it.

  “Are you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Tell me again.” He beckoned harder. “Tell me again and I will allow you to come.”

  “I’m a slut.” Trin said the words louder this time. He beckoned harder and her arousal pushed over that peak, moving through her body in waves. With each swell and push of her orgasm, she said the words again, and again. She said them until she felt his hand at her cheek and heard his voice gently hushing her.

  “That is beautiful,” Mr. Bryton said. “A slut is just as beautiful as a good girl. Do you know the difference between them?””

  “No.” Trin felt something warm and wet under his hand and realized it was her own tears.

  “The slut accepts her desires and lives them out. Outside this estate, that word is something to be ashamed of. Here, it is something that I want you to accept, to own. I allow no clothes, but you can cloak yourself in pride with that word.”

  Trin sniffed and more tears fell from her eyes. She had not even realized she started crying. Was this what humiliation was like? She had wondered about it. That was why she had not put it on the list. She felt the bitter weight of shame in her chest, but his words stabbed at it, chipping it away slowly.

  “If you accept that you are a slut, I will carry you through every desire you want to feel, and I will thank you in the end for allowing me the pleasure to do so. I can only do that if you accept it, however. I cannot force it upon you any more than Mary could force you to accept my invitation.”

  “Why do I still feel ashamed, then?” Trin asked.

  Mr. Bryton let out a laugh. It was deep, but bright. Rather than push down on the weight of her shame, it lifted more of it away. “Because that is humiliation. I know the weight of that word and the effect that it has, that is why I use it. It humiliates you, but you accepted that humiliation. You’ve submitted to it. Some part of you wanted to experience that feeling. Tell me, how does it feel?”

  “Terrible,” Trin said.

  “Would you make me stop doing it?”

  Trin considered that. This was a bitter feeling that tore into her. He took pleasure in driving it through her, just as he had taken pleasure in pushing the plug into her and striking her with the flogger. Only this was not like facing humiliation from a bully or a bitter former friend. He had driven her to pleasure as he pushed that humiliation on her. The thought of him doing so again brought arousal back between her legs.

  “No,” Trin said.

  “Good. You see something in it. By the end of our weekend, you may come to understand some of it. Do not worry if you don’t. I’m happy to invite you here again to learn more. I’m a cruel man, but I’m a patient man as well.”

  Trin thought of the paintings and the faces of the women. She understood now why she could not distinguish between the look of shame and ecstasy. She was not meant to. She was meant to see both. What one would see as shame, for another was absolute pleasure. Those women, like her, existed in between, caught between the dichotomies of the emotions.

  “Are you ready to continue?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  Above her, the slack on the chains loosened as Trin heard the grinding of metal gears. She brought her arms down, and was confused when he did not release her hands from the cuffs.

  “On your knees,” he commanded sternly.

  Trin flushed and did as he commanded. Slowly the slack on the chains tightened and her arms rose above her head once more. The tip of Mr. Bryton’s cock touched her lips and she parted them to welcome it into her mouth. He pushed in slowly as she pushed her tongue against his shaft and sucked on him. He moaned above her and Trin continued, wanting to draw his pleasure from him. He snapped his fingers and Trin heard motion in front of her. Then she felt soft hands part her legs. She sucked more eagerly as Cecile’s lips moved to her sex and pulled the skin gently between them.

  “Cecile is another eager slut,” Mr. Bryton said. “Feel how eagerly she sucks at you. Her job is to make you come, but I have not given you permission yet. If you come before I tell you to, I will punish you.”

  Trin moaned, feeling her arousal growing as Cecile teased her sensitive sex with her tongue and pulled it between her lips. She sucked more eagerly at Mr. Bryton, focusing her mind on pleasuring him instead. Thin fingers slipped inside her and began to beckon and Trin’s mind began to spin. It did not matter how much she focused on him, her pleasure still swell and built up. Trin pressed her tongue against his shaft and pulled back to tease his head before sucking him further into her mouth again. She grew more desperate as her pleasure continued to build.

  Below her, Cecile redoubled her efforts, pressing into the spot inside her as she sucked hard at Trin’s clitoris. Trin moaned louder and trembled, feeling her pleasure peak and move through her body. She sucked harder, using her tongue to draw Mr. Bryton deeper into her mouth. Her pleasure poured through her body as her mind echoed her words from before, I’m a slut.

  Trin felt Mr. Bryton begin to pulse inside her mouth and sucked more eagerly to taste him. He pulled out of her and his cum spilled onto her lips and her cheek then down to her breasts. Trin’s face burned at the humiliation of having him cum on her this way, even as she savored the warm feeling of his cum. She reached out her tongue to taste him and he reprimanded her gently.

  “Sluts are beautiful, but they can be selfish too. You came before I told you to,” he said.

  Below her, Cecile stopped her ministrations and pulled away.

  “Now you have been punished,” Mr. Bryton said. “You could have swallowed my pleasure, taken it for yourself. Now, it is Cecile’’s to enjoy.”

  Cecile licked Trin’s lip and cheek, pulling his cum from Trin’s body. She shivered at the sensation, knowledge, and the light, eager moans that Cecile made.

  “Fortunately, you have th
e entire weekend to learn to be obedient.” Trin felt Mr. Bryton kneel in front of her. As Cecile moved down to her breasts, he brought his hand up to Trin’s cheek. “Do you want to learn to obey me?”

  “Yes, sir,” Trin said.

  “Good,” Mr. Bryton said. “Obedience is important in my house. Without obedience, no rules matter. The key to obedience is desire.””

  Trin turned her head to kiss the hand that touched her cheek. As Cecile eagerly licked the last of his cum from her body, Trin resolved that she would not have to do so again. She would learn to be obedient and follow Mr. Bryton’s rules.

  Twisting Rose

  Isabella Dane

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