Page 69 of Smut Lovers

The momentum builds until he’s again grasping my hair at the root and fully plunging in and hitting the back of my throat.

It’s heady and lusty, having him take what he wants. His desire is palpable. It oozes from him as he focuses that intensity on me and the sensations he’s drawing from us both.

I do my best to breathe through it, but with my arms restrained and his hand on my scalp it becomes overwhelming.

Tears prick at my eyes, but I do my best to remain calm.

To settle into the action.

To embrace the control he’s asserting.

My mind races and I squeeze my eyes shut to limit the stimulus crashing down on me.

Suddenly he’s gone. He withdraws, his hand returning to cup my jaw and force my face to his.

“Do you need a moment?” he asks.

My eyes drop instinctively, but he forces my chin higher.

“Eyes on me, little fawn. Do you need to stop?”

And suddenly I realize that, while he might be in control, I’m the one with the power.

I can end this if I want to.

He’d let me do it.

I’d rise, and he’d free me, and I could walk away without satisfying him.

But there in his eyes is that challenge to stay.

That wry grin reminds me that if I let him have this, I’ll enjoy it more than my overthinking, just like the orgasms he’s already delivered.

The belt and his hands keep me in place so I don’t have to. I can embrace the moment of helplessness and simply enjoy pleasing him, like he asked.

Should I give that to him? Probably not. We’ve known each other for less than an hour.

And yet I want to. I, stupidly, trust he’ll take care of me.

My brain flashes with the ludicrous thought that I wish he’d restrained me more. Somehow, that would make it more soothing.

Smiling up at him, I pop my lips open in invitation.

“There’s my good girl.” He smirks, and wastes no time plunging into my mouth.

Bear doesn’t hold back this time. He forcefully fucks my mouth, but I struggle against the belt and his hand and smile all the while.

When my tongue grips the side of his cock and then flicks over the ridge with each push in, he grunts and his grip tightens.

Bear fully takes from me, his shaft blotting out my air and the position on the floor making my feet numb.

My shoulders ache, but it doesn’t stop me from straining against the leather.

I eagerly take him, sucking and licking until he’s solid and heavy on my tongue. My mind becomes a blank space where all my worries and doubts dissipate, and I focus solely on pleasing my big bear.

He lets out a low groan and growls, “I’m going to come. Swallow for me.”

I suck harder and brace myself to take his climax. Salty warmth shoots into the back of my throat and I struggle to gulp it all down without coughing or gagging.

When a bit dribbles from the corner of my mouth, he collects it with his thumb and pushes it between my lips.

“Lick me clean,” he demands. I clear my mouth as best I can to take him once again and ensure I’ve not left a drop of his release behind.

Bear effortlessly lifts me to my feet by my waist. He frees me from the belt but, when I reach for my dress, he redirects me to the bed. He makes me sit facing away so he can massage around my shoulder blades.

“That’s not necess—”

“Yes, it is,” he snips. He clears his throat, but his tone is calm when he speaks again.

“Every time we meet,” he says softly, “I’ll make sure that you’re satisfied before I am. In return, you’ll take my cum however I choose and then thank me for it. Do you understand?”

Glancing back at him, I try to think through his words, but my brain is locked on the sudden loss of the belt and the staticky tingling in my feet.

Bear grunts and shifts me easily. He lies down on the bed with me snuggled into the nook under his arm. Fingers skim lazy circles over my arm.

The shift is unexpected. It’s not unwelcome, exactly, but I don’t know how to handle the change and my mind is still running circles around kneeling over and for him.

We lay together for long enough that I grow cold, and he retrieves a blanket from the dresser for us both.

My big bear huddles me back into the nook under his arm and leaves little pecks on my forehead, but he doesn’t relax onto the bed this time.

“You didn’t enjoy it,” he says. “I thought you would. You seemed the type.”

I’m quiet and contemplative, and tuck my face into his side.

“We don’t need to use the belt—”

“I liked the belt.”

“Then I was too rough.”

I think for a long moment.

Was he? The interaction scrolls through my thoughts again. I can’t reconcile what happened. I’m so used to being the one who does the work. The person who makes the decisions. Conflict roils in my system over the submission.

It’s like I don’t trust myself, because I loved every moment.

“No. I don’t know how to feel about it,” I reply.

“But you didn’t like it.”

Did I?

“That’s not it either,” I reply. “I wanted more than the belt. I liked . . . your hands. It took a minute to get out of my own head, but I think I’d like more.”

“More?”

“Just more .”

Bear’s knuckle lifts my chin so he can kiss me again, this time with a desperate force.

It’s like he’s finally relaxed and let go.

I straddle him while we kiss. Strong arms brace me tight against his body and teeth nip at my lips.

“What do you have to say?” he asks when we finally separate.

“Thank you.”

Eyebrows lift in expectation as that smug smile returns.

“Thank you for your cum ,” I chant at him. He pulls me tighter against him.

“There’s that fire. We’ll coax it out of you yet, little fawn. Your submission is far more fun when its earned.”

Did you enjoy seeing the Bear and the Fawn’s beginning?

If he hasn’t conquered a country and widowed you to make you his, is he even really trying?

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