I thought he was done. I thought we’d drift off into a blissful sleep, dreaming of rainbows and unicorns and everlasting love.

It had been that magical.

After a few moments of allowing me to lay my head on his chest, my fingers lazily running through the soft hair on his chest, my entire body left in a daze, he shifted. I moaned a soft protest as he slid out from under me and off the bed.

“Come back,” I pleaded, as I watched him walk across the room to a large armoire in the corner. His ass was a picture of perfection, flexing deliciously with each step. He opened the doors and pulled something out, turning back around and heading back. I gasped when I saw his cock was rock-hard again, throbbing and huge, like the last hour hadn’t even happened. Hunger flashed in his eyes like a thunderstorm. “What are you doing?” I asked.

“I’m not done with you,” he growled. I couldn’t help but smile.

My eyes trailed down to his hands and my heart skipped a beat when I saw what he was holding. Long, black silk scarves dangled from his fingers.

“What are those?” I asked.

“You ask a lot of questions,” he replied, his voice tense and low. I shivered, my entire body waking up again, tingling with excitement and anticipation.

“I told you I had questions,” I teased, a slow smile spreading across my face.

“I’m not in the mood for questions,” he growled, crawling onto the bed towards me, his dark eyes smoldering.

“What are you in the mood for?” I purred, running my hands over the curves of my breasts and down my hips like a preening peacock displaying its feathers. He turned me on like nothing I’d felt before.

For once in my life, I felt wanted.

I felt sexy.

I felt alive.

His mouth crashed into mine, his tongue forcing its way in, his kiss deep and urgent and searching. I whimpered, arching my back, pressing my breasts into his bare chest. He tore his mouth away, the storm in his eyes raging.

“I’m in the mood to fuck you again,” he growled. “Harder this time.”

I shuddered at his words. He’d damn near fucked me into the next universe already and I didn’t know how much harder he could get without killing me. I nodded, slowly, opening my thighs and sliding my hand down to my clit, my fingers pressing into it, circling it, over and over, before sliding a finger inside of my soaked pussy, in and out, in and out.

“Fuck me harder, Bear,” I whispered. “Fuck me as hard as you can. Fuck me all night.”

He groaned, swallowing hard, the heat rolling off of him like an inferno of animalistic need. Quickly, he set to work. He grabbed my hands, spreading them over my head, tying them easily as he secured each one to the posts above my head.

“Bear, you don’t—,” I began to protest.

“—Hush. This is what I want.”

I bit my lip, watching him as he pulled my ankles down, securing them with the ropes just as he had with my hands. Soft and silky, the satiny black fabric rubbed against my wrists and ankles sensuously. I tried to pull out of them, but they were knotted tightly and I couldn’t move but a few inches in either direction.

Bear stood up, inspecting his work, his cock bobbing between his legs like a baseball bat. My eyes were glued to it, my mouth watering, my pussy quivering as I yearned for him to slam himself back inside of me.

My eyes widened as he reached down, his fingers wrapping around his shaft, his fist sliding up and down his cock, his face taken over by the savagery of his urges.

Gone was the refined businessman.

Gone was the charming gentleman.

Gone was the teasing playboy.

The Bear standing in front of me was pure man, pure animal, pure passion.

He climbed back up on the bed, his hands running up my thighs, his fingers digging into my pussy, finding my clit and circling it lightly, sending jolts of delicious pleasure shooting to my center, my head falling back on the bed as I cried out. His fingers slid inside of me, one, then two, then three, and I gasped at the fullness. I was so wet, so ready, I welcomed all of him. He pulled his fingers out, pointing them all together and sliding his entire hand inside of me, hooking his fingers as he came out then shoving them back inside, fucking me over and over with his fist until I was squirming and crying out, my orgasm quick and sudden.

“I’m coming,” I screamed, as he continued pumping his fist inside of my spasming pussy until I was thrashing around below him, my body on fire as my juices flowed over his hand. He pulled out slowly and I gasped for breath, my breasts heaving, my nipples hard as rocks.

“Good girl,” he said, leaning down, his mouth landing on my pussy, licking up my juices as I moaned in pleasure, my hand sinking down into his hair, pushing his head harder against me. I’d just come, I felt like I’d died from pleasure and his mouth just kept it going, his tongue lapping up every drop of my juices, darting inside of me, his tongue fucking into me and sliding up to my clit, until I was coming again and again, my body seized by a symphony of shivers and shudders and waves of deep emotion that left me gasping for air.

“Good girl,” he growled again as I felt him lift his head up. I opened my eyes to find him hovering over me, his blue eyes almost black with desire as he slid his cock into me again. I opened myself up to him, every inch of him like a revelation of life.

I struggled against my restraints, hating that I couldn’t wrap my entire body around him like I so desperately craved. He fucked into me so hard, slamming into me so powerfully, shoving my body further and further up the bed with each thrust.

He reached up, grabbing a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back as he drilled into me.

“You’re my little slut, aren’t you, Chloe?” he growled. My mouth gaped open at his words and I froze. He squeezed my hair harder, pulling my head back a little, his eyes flashing.

“Say it,” he growled. “Tell me you’re my little slut, Chloe,” he demanded.

I nodded, my pussy spasming around him, his words shooting right to my pussy.

“I said, say it!” he yelled, his fingers tightening even more around my hair as he slammed hard into my pussy. I gasped in pain, crying out.

“Yes, Bear, yes—I’m your slut!”

“Mmm,” he groaned, his cock swelling inside of me. “Good girl.”

Over and over, his cock hammered into me, my pussy wet and swollen and hot, his cock sliding into me like a machine as he kissed me hard, pulling away again before I could kiss him back.

“Say it again, don’t stop,” he insisted, reaching down and pinching my nipple hard. I gasped in pain again, jolts of searing heat shooting through me. “Tell me what I want to hear, you little slut.”

Something snapped in me. A shedding of inhibitions, a shrugging off of all traces of decorum, I lost a part of me in that moment that I’d been holding on to all of my life. I let go and it all floated away, there was no more self-judgement, no more preconceived notions of who I was supposed to be or how I was supposed to behave. Everything fell away and I became a different version of myself, a sexier version, a wilder version.

I’d found freedom in those restraints.

I didn’t care about anything but completely losing the person I used to be and becoming whoever I was in Bear’s arms, in Bear’s eyes.

“Yes, fuck me, Bear!” I yelled, my voice louder than ever before. “I’m your slut, my pussy is all yours, please just fuck me, please don’t stop, please don’t ever stop fucking your pussy. It’s all yours. I’m all yours. Please just take me!” It didn’t even sound like my voice. It was husky and low and full of yearning and lust.

Bear’s eyes told me everything I needed to know. They shone with approval and flashed with the stormy lust that I craved to unleash in him. He was everything I wanted in that moment, the only thing I needed.

With abandon and uninhibited power, he fucked me with the force of a thousand gods, using my tied down body for his every pleasure, coming inside of me over and over and over, until we lay spent and exhausted in each other’s arms hours later, the sunlight breaking through the darkness of the night sky, throwing embers of golden light over our naked flesh as morning dawned a new day.