Shared by the Bears Read Online Stephanie Brother

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dragons, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
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Then I have just one hand free.

In my fantasy, I’ve always been blindfolded before this so I can keep the man who’s involved anonymous. The reality of seeing Robert, so big and intense, making me immobile, is so much more arousing. Warmth floods between my legs, and I lick across my dry lips, wanting to taste him again. As he steps closer to my hand, I have a sudden urge to defy him. I draw it toward my body and look him square in the eye.

“It’s like that, is it, Goldie? You want to play with me? You want to make me work for it?”

His eyes burn with desire at the challenge.

“You want it, you take it,” I say.

In a flash, he grabs and forces my hand to where the cuff is waiting. “I want it, Goldie. I want it so badly, I can almost taste it. And I’m going to give it to you so hard, you’re not going to be able to sit tomorrow without remembering what I did to you.”

I moan as his words lick over my skin like a hot, wet tongue.

Robert surveys me and then looks around the room as if he’s considering his options. The plethora of toys he has at his disposal is mind-boggling. How far will he push me the first time? I’m trembling with anticipation.

Rather than seeking the equipment, he moves further down the bed and fingers the edge of my camisole. “I want to see what you’ve got under here.” His eyes are on the action as he draws the fabric slowly upward, revealing my stomach, my ribs, and the underside of my breasts. He pauses, holding the fabric away from my skin, delaying his own gratification. Looking into my eyes, he slides his hand up until his palm grazes my nipple. It’s insignificant contact, but that’s what makes it so much more arousing. My body trembles as he draws his hand down over the same stiff nipple and then catches it between his thumb and forefinger and pinches hard.

I cry out at the pain, and he looks up at me, a wicked smirk pulling at his lips.

“Does it hurt, Goldie?” I whimper as he licks his lips. “Does the pain feel good?

Robert pushes the camisole up to my neck, revealing my breasts and the dark pink tip of the nipple he’s abused. He bends and licks over it gently with his tongue, then draws it into his mouth and sucks hard, sending a buzz to my clit.

“Oh,” I gasp, raising my head to watch. There’s something so unbelievably sexy about watching a man suckle on my tits. He doesn’t let up, lips pursing and tongue lapping until I’m close to coming undone from that alone.

“You have a beautiful body,” he says, licking into my belly button and inhaling against my skin, trailing lower until he’s close to the waistband of my shorts. “Your skin is so flawless. I can’t wait to mark it.”

“What are you going to do?” I ask, watching as he heads to a chest under the window. He opens a large, heavy-looking drawer and searches inside. When he returns, he’s carrying two small metal items that look like clothes pegs. Mr. Bjorn rests them on the bed beside me and uses his fingers to tweak my nipples until they are sharp points, then reaches for the clamps, fixing them in place simultaneously. The chain between them is cool against my skin, and it hurts so much that I arch up off the bed and cry out. The sting is almost immediately replaced with heat that feels good. Robert watches my response, leaning over me until his face is only a couple of inches away. “Goldie, you’re a bad girl, aren’t you?” He tugs at a clamp, stretching my nipple to its limit.

“Ahh,” I cry in his face, and he licks the inside of my parted lips.

“I’ve been waiting to punish a bad girl like you.” His hand trails down between the clamps so slowly, I wriggle at the tickling sensation. I want him to touch me between my legs and discover how wet I am. I want him aware of my responses and how fucking amazing it feels for me to finally experience something that has only ever been an embarrassing fantasy for me. But he doesn’t. Instead, he glances around the room again, walking back toward the chest and returning with a pair of scissors.

“What are you going to do?” I ask as images of him cutting my hair flash through my mind.

“I’m going to cut off your shorts, Goldie. I want to see your pussy, but I don’t want to untie you now that I’ve got you where I want you. I’ll replace them.”

The first cut is down the middle seam, and the cool metal of the scissors slides against the skin of my stomach, down, down with every slice until it slides over my clit. I hold totally still as he draws the ravaged pieces of cloth to the sides, exposing the soft, golden hair at the apex of my thighs. Robert’s eyes are fixed, watching as his fingers stroke through the curls, getting nearer and nearer to the seam of my pussy but never quite reaching it.



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