Page 33 of Saving Meri

Bear’s hands landed on her hips, firm and unyielding, fingers digging in just enough to remind her who was in control. "You don’t get to lose yourself, little one. You don’t get to pretend this isn’t happening."

Her body betrayed her, melting slightly into his grip even as she bristled at his words.

"You need structure. Discipline," he continued. "You need to be reminded of who you belong to."

Her breath hitched. "I don’t belong to anyone."

His grip tightened. "You belong to me. And you know it."

The words sent a shiver down her spine, one that had nothing to do with fear. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to hold on to the defiance that was slipping through her fingers.

Bear pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, soft at first, then a bite—sharp, punishing, a claim. "Say it."

She swallowed hard, nails digging into her palms. "Bear…"

"Say it."

Her knees went weak. "I belong to you."

"Good girl."

A quiet whimper escaped her lips; and that was it. The last of her restraint snapped. She spun in his arms, gripping the front of his shirt, eyes blazing. "Then take me… Daddy." She added the last, remembering what he’d told her before.

Bear’s pupils blew wide, his entire body going still.

"I don’t want soft," she ground out. "I don’t want careful. I need you to remind me I’m alive."

The silence between them stretched, thick with something electric. Then, Bear’s expression shifted, darkened, settled into something ruthless and unshakable.

"You want my control?" His fingers curled around her throat, holding her in place, his grip firm but not restricting. "Then you take all of it."

A rush of heat flooded her system. "Yes, Daddy."

Bear didn’t give her time to reconsider. He lifted her, carrying her effortlessly to his bedroom and the massive bed against the far wall, dropping her onto the mattress with controlled force. His body loomed over hers, broad and powerful, a force of nature she had no chance of resisting.

She didn’t want to.

His hands made quick work of her clothes, stripping her bare before flipping her onto her belly. A hard slap landed on her ass, making her gasp, swiftly followed by four more stinging smacks. She lay absolutely still and vulnerable. He expertly caressed her exposed skin with deliberate, knowing hands, then firmly kneaded each cheek with deliberate precision. The next slap landed with authority, a jolt of sensation that was strong but not unbearable. The subsequent strikes set her skin ablaze, sent shivers down her spine, hardened her nipples, and left her aching, desperate for more.

When his fingers slipped between her intimate folds, she moaned, a sound born not from objection but from deep-seated longing. He plunged his fingers inside, extracting her silky essence to massage into her swollen clit with a deliberate, practiced touch. He repeated the motion with an unyielding rhythm, moving from her clit to her slit and back again. Her mind could not drift to what she had endured or even her life before that. Bear kept her grounded in the here and now. The raw, immediate sensations of the present consumed her. His dominance enveloped her in a sanctuary of submission.

Bear's hand struck her bottom with increased force, each impact a crescendo of heat transforming it beyond mere pleasure into something primal. He established a relentless, powerful rhythm, each smack echoing through the room, creating a symphony of sensation. Though the pain was sharp, each strike became a catalyst, sending surges of desire throughher being, igniting like a match to dry tinder, escalating into an all-consuming inferno.

Every time his hand connected with her ass, the sting intertwined with arousal and anticipation, intensifying exponentially. It had been an eternity since she permitted herself this kind of release, and never had she felt so transcendent. The spanking covered her entire backside, each smack deliberate and precise. He targeted the sensitive backs of her thighs and the tender area beneath the curve of her bottom. Occasionally, his hand landed between her legs, drawing out groans and writhing not of pain, but of exquisite torment.

Abruptly, he paused, and she listened intently as he moved behind her, the sound of the buttons of his jeans opening with a whisper that resonated like a promise. He spread her legs with a commanding ease, stepping between them. The enormous head of his cock hovered at her entrance, poised to claim her.

"Mine," he growled. Another slap. "Every inch of you."

She clenched the sheets, a desperate sound escaping her throat.

Bear's powerful hands seized her hips, his fingers wrapping around her hips as he teased her sex with his cock. "You can fight all you like, even me, but not now," he growled, his voice a low rumble like distant thunder. His calloused fingers slipped between her trembling legs, making sure she was slick and ready, her body already betraying her desire. "Now, you take what I give you."

There was no gentle teasing, no gradual build-up. He drove into her with a single, relentless thrust, his body claiming hers as if he were a conquering king taking his rightful tribute. She felt every inch of him, his thick shaft plunging into her depths, filling her completely.

Meri's cry echoed through the loft, a raw, primal sound that seemed to resonate within the very timbers of the building. Herbody arched beneath him, her muscles taut as she struggled to accept the sheer force of his possession. His grip was firm, but not bruising as he held her in place, rocking into her with a slow, deliberate rhythm that was as devastating as it was precise.

"That’s it," he praised, his voice a deep, husky whisper that sent shivers down her spine. "Take it. Take all of it."

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