Goldie's Three Werebears (Steamy Werebear Shifter FMMM Menage Romance) (5 page)

"Give in," he ordered and cranked the speed of the vibrator higher.  The sound of a million angry bees filled my ears and the sensations were undeniable.  He pressed the vibrator into my soft folds and rubbed it up and down with a practiced hand. "You may come, Selena."

The minute I heard him, my body responded to his permission.  A wild, tearing shockwave pulsed through me.  I stiffened, and the pain from the clamps intensified the searing sensations from the vibrator. I screamed aloud.  Pleasure and pain, fury and ecstasy ripped through me in an incredible and terrible orgasm.  My body went into overdrive. I ground myself into the vibrator, eking out more pleasure from his skillful, hands. 

"You do have such beautiful skin," he murmured, and switched the vibrator off.  I whimpered when he pulled it away, denying me the pleasure that masked the pain.  "Tell me you liked giving in."

I twitched in an aftershock.  Little explosions still ricocheted through my body.  The intensity of the sensations had rendered me mute.

He didn't require an answer. "You want to feel good again, yes?"

The pain from the clamps was returning, drowning out the pleasure that retreated in waves.  "Yes, sir," I whispered.

"There's only one thing you have to do."

"Yes, sir?"

"Touch the footboard with your toe."

I looked at him in confusion.  He pointed at the wooden footboard that extended across the bottom of the four-poster bed.  My ankles were splayed out.  I would have to stretch and reach and point my toe to be able to touch it.  I forgot myself. "But...the clamp."

He tugged at the chain, a wince of pain singing out from my body.  "You do not speak to me unless it is to say, 'yes sir.'  Don't make me remind you again."

I whimpered, "Yes, sir," as my skin flamed red hot.

"Now, touch the footboard with your toe."

I breathed out.  "Yes, sir," I gritted. 

This was going to hurt.

I shimmied myself down as low as the straps around my wrists would allow.  I was stretched to the limit, but my legs still didn't touch the footboard.  I moved carefully, but each knock of the chain electrified my battered nipples.  I sucked in my breath.  Carefully, I pointed my right foot.  The chain pulled against my nipple and I shrieked and pulled away.

I couldn’t let this challenge defeat me…

Rafe’s eyes were shining wet with desire and his tongue darted across his sensuous lips.  He was waiting to see if I could meet his expectations. I
wanted
to please him more than anything I had ever wanted in my life. 

Mustering all my strength I pointed my foot.  The clamp yanked my nipple painfully as I stretched and stretched my toe.

Just when I thought it was impossible, that my pain-wracked body would rebel, I felt the cool wood against my toe.  "Yes sir!" I shrieked in triumph. 

"Good girl," he breathed, practically cooing.  He touched the vibrator lightly to my clit and let it pulse against me. I moaned in relief as the pleasure flooded through me.

Just as I had relaxed into the sensations, he pulled it away.   "I moaned, wiggling towards it. 

"Other foot, now."

I felt tears prick my eyes and stared at him in mute desperation.

He nodded.

I mustered my strength again.  I knew what to expect this time.  I pointed my foot as hard as I could, pushing past the shrieking protests of my body.  When I felt the cool wood, I laughed in triumph. 

"Good girl," Rafe smoothed my hair and immediately cranked the vibrator to its highest speed.

The orgasm tore through me with no preamble.  I opened my eyes as I cried out and saw his stormy eyes above me, holding me in his gaze as I shuddered and moaned.  The orgasm blurred my sight.  The room dimmed until there was nothing more than those eyes holding me, captivating me, imprisoning me in his will.

"Good girl," he repeated as the waves receded.  Once more he pulled the vibrator away before I was ready, but this time I only closed my eyes and moaned. 

A new pain ripped through me.

My eyes flew open in shock as hot fire burned up from my most sensitive place.  He had fixed a clamp to my labia, the cool metal biting into the soft skin. 

Tears gathered in my eyes. Rafe looked at me, his eyes almost gentle.  But not quite. "You know what you need to do."

My will was breaking down.  The threatened tears spilled down my cheeks. I shook my head.  I couldn't do it.

"Do what I say.  Both feet this time."

There was nothing I could do. Whimpering, I pointed both of my feet.  The clamp pulled on my sex.  I bit back a scream, squeezed my eyes shut and pushed myself.

I touched the cool wood.

I anticipated the relief of the vibrator, but instead felt the bed dip.  My eyes flew open to see Rafe above me. He released the clamp on my right toe, and then my left.  The relief that flooded through me intensified my desire.  I wiggled my toes with joy, feeling the pulse of the returning blood match the pulse of the blood in my ears. With a cry I arched upward, ignoring the pain in my still tethered nipples and labia.  In fact I reveled in it.

Rafe moved between my legs. He had primed me expertly, pushing my boundaries until I had no more. It took me a moment to realize that he had already removed his clothing. The head of his cock invaded the entrance to my battered pussy without even the slightest of hesitation. He pushed inside of me and I gasped aloud as I was impaled on his magnificence.

"This is your reward," he whispered in my ear, filling my nose with the scent of him.  He surged up inside my and my body greeted him with a flood of wetness. I invited the pleasure his cock brought me, welcomed the feeling of him throbbing inside of me. ,

"Do you like this?" he murmured.  I could only moan in reply.  There was nothing left of me to speak. Rafe expertly swirled his hips, touching every sensitive spot inside of me.  He felt the walls of my pussy pulse and clamp down around him and growled low and sinister in my ear.  "It feels good to give in," he whispered.

"Yes, sir," I whispered back.  And all was lost.  I was his.

Triumphantly he pushed himself to his knees and reached backward, yanking on the straps around my ankles.  I was suddenly free, but not for long, He lifted me easily, slinging my legs over his shoulders and thrusting deeply inside of me.  He released the clamp on my labia at the same time that he pulled on the chains attached to my still tethered nipples.  This time I greeted the pain with a cry of ecstasy.  He alternated his punishing strokes upward with delicate tugs on the chains. He was torturing me, cycling pain with pleasure, pleasure with pain.  He was all I could feel, all I could see, all I could smell.  He was master of everything; my pleasure and of my pain. 

His deliberate strokes took on a wild cadence.  His face contorted above mine and for a moment I could see the telltale glint in his eyes of the werebear beneath his flesh.  He pulled himself free and lifted his glistening cock as I fell to my knees.  "Catch it," he ordered and I obediently opened my mouth.  The first jet of hot cum hit the back of my throat.  He grabbed my hair and yanked my head upward to where he had knelt over my chest.  The second jet filled my mouth with the taste of him.  He tasted like charcoal, like woodsmoke, like passion and desire.  I swallowed yielding willingly.  The last jet hit my chin and dribbled down my neck to my breasts where it pooled in the valley between them.  I looked down at it blankly.

He jumped nimbly off of me without saying a word and quickly pulled on his pants.   "Oh," he said flatly, with no emotion whatsoever coloring his voice, "I apologize, I nearly forgot."  He lifted the clamp from my right nipple.  I had almost forgotten it was there.  It almost seemed like it belonged there now.  Then he took the clamp from my left nipple and I sighed. The throbbing pain diminished and mixed with the remainder of my orgasms in a confusing mass of sensations. 

He smoothed back my hair and I shuddered under his touch.  "I release you from your commitments. You are no longer an object… You can sleep now, Selena. We can discuss extending your contract in the morning."

Tears of relief came to my eyes when I heard myself answer, "Yes, sir." There was nothing else to say. I was his now. He may have released me, but not in the way he expected. He had given my darkest desires an outlet, and there was nowhere else I wanted to be. I would be his…

Forever…

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