“What?” I yelped. “That’s a lot!”
And yet, my body was still turned on by it.
“Yes, fifteen, unless you say red because it becomes too intense. It shouldn’t come to that. I know how to read your emotions, but you say it if you need to. Do you understand?”
I nodded, and he swatted my ass.
“Owie!”
“Words, I want communication, little bee,” he ordered, with a massage on the offended cheek.
“Yes, sir, I understand!”
Bear groaned again, rubbing his cock on my thigh. “I like the sir talk. Maybe you should say that more in bed.”
My lip curled into a smile until another hand landed on my backside. I squealed, my legs tightening together. My pussy pulsed with excitement.
I liked that way more than I thought.
“Spread your legs!” he barked. “I don’t want you rubbing your pussy while I give you your punishment.”
This. Bear.
The slaps rained down hard, but they weren’t painful like I had expected. They were arousing, and my clit was pulsing with more desire by the minute. It could very well be because of my heat, but I wanted more.
I wanted to explore this kinky side that Bear was showing me. What other things could he show me?
I let out a moan, and the last spank was harder than the rest. The burn on my skin hurt, but the sting combined with Bear forcing his cock inside me was another level of pleasure.
My breasts heaved over the side of the couch, rubbing the material. With the constant sensations of my body moving along the couch with Bear’s grinding and thrusting, I was coming harder than ever before.
Bear wrapped his body around me, leaning over the couch. His teeth grazed my shoulder while his hips continued to pump into me. “Mine,” he growled before we both were overcome by our body’s releases and slumped onto the couch.
Chapter Forty
Bear
Myhipsbucked,feelingsoft lips around my cock. A tongue licked up its underside and pushed into the head. I groaned, my hips involuntarily thrusting forward. A gagging noise followed along with the sweet scent of honey invading my nose.
Fuck, this has been the best week ever.
My hand entangled in my mate’s thick, dark hair that radiated a brownish-red hue in the morning light. I gripped her head gently as she continued her work, and her scent of sweet honey carried around the room.
“Fuck, baby, what a way to wake up,” I rasped.
She hummed, and the vibration went straight to my aching balls. I came, but not enough to give her a mouthful. She’d drained me dry, and I’d not hydrated enough, too worried about keeping her healthy and satisfied.
She crawled up my body, laying her head on my chest. I groaned and rolled her over to kiss her softly. “You should be sleeping,” I told her and gazed at the corner of the window.
The sunlight was a warm, golden hue that streamed through gaps in the thick blackout curtains. It was mid-morning, and the air was filled with a cozy warmth, like a blanket of heat that encased us in our private cocoon. We’d been undisturbed, consumed in our own world of passion, food, and rest. The light was a reminder that a new day was here and that I had a promise to fulfill.
Hell, it had been the most satisfying rut I’d ever been through. Even my mate had become more curious about her body, trying positions and even becoming a demanding little thing in bed.
When I continued to look at the sliver of light coming in the window, I could see the honeysuckles that had taken over the cabin. The vines had crept in and covered most of the perimeter of the house. It was far too soon for them to be blooming in weather like this, let alone take over the cabin.
Her parents were becoming impatient.
Nadia’s parents arrived the day after Nadia’s exorcism and with her fragile state, I wasn’t about to have her meet them. She may become angry with me later for making them wait to see her, but her mental health was far more important.
