Mr. Bear

I made a quick stop, checked in at my hotel, and put on a new change of clothes. I threw my bag on the bed and headed out. I had a job waiting for me in Dallas, but I needed this detour. I needed to have a clean sheet again. My hands were sweaty, my head was hurting, and my heart was racing painfully. I hadn´t slept for two days. I needed my time in sub-space, I needed my break, I needed Bear.

The only person besides Mickael that could and was allowed to break through my walls. I can still smile thinking of our first meetings; we fought as if our lives depended on it, partly because I have difficulty allowing anyone past my walls. Even if I wanted to, they were impenetrable. So they need to be forced down or torn down. The other part was our animals; it´s not natural to give away dominance.

They fight over it. So we did too. After three meetings, he won, and for the first time in my life, I experienced access to sub-space just by spanking, by submission. Sub-space, for me, was a free zone. Nothing else mattered. All pain and conflicted feelings stayed outside this bubble. The only focus was on the sweet stingy pain from the whip. Everything else was pushed aside.

There I found my much-needed break; first, after that, I could enjoy being touched. It was a two-sided experience for me. It always was. On one side, I lived a moment without all my baggage. On the other side, an emotional reaction always follows. Bear’s aftercare skills were unquestionable. He always managed to make me feel safe, shielded and even loved. But that doesn´t mean I like my reactions. I lose control; I never know if it´s burning anger or bitter tears that submerge me. if I’m going to shatter to pieces and cry like a baby or rampage the room before I fall asleep.

After knocking on his door, I waited, and it didn´t take long to hear him walking toward the entrance. His size and weight made it impossible for him to sneak around anywhere, let alone on wooden flooring. I snickered inward. Bear was a massive figure of a man, maybe not what the main population considered beautiful, but attractive, nevertheless. He towered over 2 meters above the ground, his upper body and shoulders would put a rugby player to shame, and I knew what those massive hands could do.

They were as hard as they were gentle. He had what I would refer to as a little primal and manly face. Wide jaw, a short little chin, and I don´t think this man is ever newly shaved. His superpower had a 3-day beard all year. His pitch-black hair was always a little ruffled, and I wasn´t sure if it was just the way or how I knew him, but I always felt like his deep brown eyes could devour me on the spot. In both the good way, the scary little way, and in the wrong way.

I wouldn´t want to become his enemy, for sure. The door opened, and I stepped in before I looked at him, and a deep grown escaped my throat. I wasn’t quite sure why we were not in a love-based relationship, but that hickey barely visible behind the collar of his shirt made my blood boil for a moment and jealousy peaked through. What is wrong with me? I guess I was more worn out than I thought; I never let any emotion slip if it´s not intentional.

“Once you cross that threshold, you enter my kingdom, little pup, and I do not, under any circumstance, accept growling as a welcome! Do I make myself clear? “

I didn´t even have time to think before he was right in front of me. With a firm grip on my throat, he lifted me and pressed my back against the wall. I grabbed both his hands with mine on instinct, feeling our power switch as my feet dangled over the floor. His face was so close to mine that his warm breath left goosebumps across my left cheek, and as I blinked, my eyelashes brushed against his.

“Do I make myself clear!?”

His voice was now a notch lower. A minor threat was covering his lust for me to disobey him and challenge his limits so he could break through mine. I was exactly where I needed to be!

So with a low whisper, I managed to press out an answer as my eyes locked with his.

“Yes, Master Bear, I apologize!”

Embarrassment burned in my cheeks.

He let his grip around my throat loosen, his gaze still fixed on me. His warm hand traveled like a warm wind up to my cheeks, his thumb slightly pressed against my jawline and gliding to my chin. He bent his index finger beneath and held my chin between it and his thumb before a wide smug smile appeared.

“here´s no need to be a jealous kitten.”

I jerked my head away from his grip and raised my hands to his chest to push him out like a primal instinct. However, it didn´t work very well, his grip on my chin tightened, and he continued to smile, amused, while he took a step closer. I was now pressed against the wall from head to toe. The burning sensation in my cheeks rapidly spread across my face and down my neck.

What a deceiving body I have!

He leaned down to whisper in my ear, his grip still on my chin and his chest pressing firmly against my hands. I closed my eyes and relished in his warm presence, allowing myself to relax. Reminding myself this was my safe zone. This was, however, wicked and twisted in the heads of some, my haven.

My cheeks were still flustered, and I could only smile sheepishly when he whispered,

“Don´t you know by now I know you in and out, sweetheart? Your reactions are still very predictable. However, to see you jealous.… I never thought in my wildest dreams I would ever experience that. You surprise and amuse me today, little pup.”

His low, growling voice sent chills down my spine, expanding further out in my muscles. Lost in myself, I was caught off guard, and a little shriek escaped me when he turned me around with one swift move.

My warm cheek was now pressed against the cold wall, with my hands pushing the wall as much as I could to balance the weight he pressed against my back. His feet were just parted so much that he was standing with one foot on each side of me. My breath got a little heavier as his warm fingertips brushed like warm feathers over my neck while he moved my hair away. I didn´t even try to hold back the moans as he started to bite the side and back of my neck. Small electrical streams teased my skin when he started growling deep down in his chest with every new bite—pressing his growing manhood firmly against my ass.