I took a breath. I wasn’t sure how to bring this up, so I’d just say it and see where it took us. “You’re used to having a lot of sex. I think probably at least three times a day?”
“Sometimes five times a day, sometimes once a day. It probably averages out to three times a day, but it isn’t a constant.”
“I want to be sure I’m available so you don’t feel you have to go to someone else.” There. I said it.
He stroked my arm. “Monogamy isn’t important to bears, but you’re important to me, and monogamy is important to you. We’ve agreed to give it a go for a week. We don’t need to talk about that yet, but if you need me to keep my dick out of other women long term, I will. No argument or bitching.”
“I don’t know if I do. I mean, I need you to never put someone else over me, but if I’m off doing my thing and you have an opportunity, and she doesn’t mean anything to you, then...” I shrugged. “I don’t know. That’s the honest truth. Maybe I’ll be able to deal with it, and maybe I won’t.”
He popped my butt. “One week, then we have the discussion.”
I sighed and relaxed into him a little more. “Yes, Sir.”
“Headache gone?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Today you’re mine, minus your back door, but there’s still lots of you to play with. I’m gonna take a shower, and you’re going to strip naked and kneel on the bathmat while I shower, knowing you’ll be face-fucked when I finish. You’ll fold your hands behind your back and grab your elbows, and won’t let go until I’ve come down your throat. I’ll provide one of my tees for you to wear while we cook. No panties. No bra. You can wear socks or slippers if you want, but nothing else. Any questions?”
“No, Sir.”
Chapter Eighteen
Ember
By the time we left for his house, he’d fucked me in every hole at least twice, including my ass, but it was okay by the time he got around to it. We’d had a nice, slow, leisurely OTK hand spanking, and then later, he used his belt on my ass when I didn’t follow orders fast enough. To be honest, I was testing him to see what would happen, and now I know. If he’d let me get away with it, I’d have lost some respect for him. He was so calm and in control though, it reminded me he’d already earned my respect, and why. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind he could handle me.
I’d also been able to spend about thirty minutes with his bear, and he’s the most gorgeous, spectacular, magnificent grizzly bear I’ve ever seen. And okay, so maybe I haven’t seen that many, but still. He took my breath away.
And now I wore a butt plug lubed with cinnamon oil. Well, coconut oil laced with cinnamon oil, but my asshole was on-fucking-FIRE, and my nipples hurt as well because he’d rubbed some of the oil on them too. We were at his apartment doing normal everyday stuff, but I couldn’t focus because I was certain the cinnamon was growing hotter with every passing minute.
“Later in the week, we’ll try it with Icy Hot, but I thought we’d let you experience the heat of chemical play first,” he told me as he put our breakfast steaks in a marinating solution, sealed the lid on the bowl, and stuck them in the refrigerator. “Do you want potatoes in the morning instead of oatmeal, or is that enough of your routine that I don’t need to fuck with it on school days?”
“Potatoes and oatmeal, maybe?” I answered from across the room. I was mixing honey and caramel into vanilla ice cream. Well, not mixing it so much as cutting slabs of ice cream from the container and then layering them into our bowls with the toppings between. My bowl was caramel and broken up peanut butter cups, and I’d drizzle chocolate on the top when I finished. His would have caramel drizzled on the top.
“I’ll fix a tenderloin tomorrow, so it’s ready when you get home. What do you want with it?”
“Roasted potatoes with rosemary and—” I cut myself off. “However you roast the potatoes, I’m sure they’ll be good. Rolls to sop up the juices, of course. I have this sautéed mushroom recipe that works great with tenderloin and only takes about ten minutes to cook. I can make it when I get home if you buy sliced mushrooms.”
“If you send me the recipe, I can make it when I know you’re on your way home.”
“I can do that.” I drizzled the final toppings on and he finished washing his hands and came to get his bowl.
“How’s your ass?”
“Hot. Fuck. You have to be able to smell how damned horny I am!”
“Of course I can. It’s like I’m keeping you on the back burner until I’m ready to play with you again.” He took a bite of his ice cream and gave a moan of pleasure before adding, “When I’m ready to move you to the front burner, I’ll add some liquid fire to that adorable little clit of yours.”
He’d motioned for me to sit on the sofa, and the plug in my ass shifted and came alive even more. The stretch, the blazing heat. My nipples burned as well, and they showed obscenely through his t-shirt, which was the only thing I had on.
I took a bite of my ice cream to try to take my mind off the burning plug so rudely stretching my asshole open, but it didn’t work. I could only focus on how the cinnamon would feel on my clit.
“I don’t think I’m back-burner horny, Sir. It’s more than that.”
“Happy to hear it.”
I leaned into him, happy to feel the heat of his body, and he made room so I could snuggle into him while we ate our dessert.
“You’re ready for classes tomorrow? All homework’s finished?”
“Yes. I’m good.”
“And you’d like to be asleep before midnight. That’s your regular bedtime?”
“If I wake at eight that gives me plenty of sleep. If you want me up earlier, you’ll need to put me to bed earlier.”
“How many orgasms have you had today?”
“I have no idea.”
“Rough guess?”
“Three dozen medium sized or better, but at least twice that many small ones.”
“I haven’t decided whether to keep you from having orgasms, or whether to give you so many, you’re begging me not to make you have more.”
My heart skipped a few beats at the idea of him doing either.
He took another bite of his ice cream and his scent told me how much he liked it. I took a bite of mine and savored the flavors.
“I love how sensual you are,” he told me. “And focused. Food, sex, even driving. Whatever you’re doing, you take it all in and fully enjoy it.”
“You know how you talked about Burn’s girlfriend being a service submissive?”
“Mmmm hmmm.”
“I’m not one, and yet, I enjoy feeding people. It makes me happy when I can find out what someone likes and prepare it for them.”
“I’ve noticed. You take little food treats to your teammates, too.”
We talked and snuggled while we ate our ice cream. I didn’t know what he planned to do to me, but I trusted him.
Dementor
I needed to give her everything she needed sexually on this night, and yet, her specific kink was that she wanted to be used. If she thought I was doing what she wanted, it wouldn’t work for her.