Page 45 of Bear
“I was gonna wear this. It just needs a belt and…” The look on his face stopped my words in their tracks.
“Go get dressed,” he said again. It was still the same even voice but I knew he meant what he said.
“Bear, we are not going to do this. I’m grown and…” He was giving me the look again. Kareema snickered into her mug and I burned to flip her off. I stomped up the steps and into the guestroom with an attitude.
Ten seconds later, Bear was behind me.
“Why do you have to make shit so difficult?” He frowned.
“Why do you have to be so controlling?” I stripped out of his shirt and stood there in nothing but my panties. My nipples didn’t care about him being controlling. They wanted to stand for him. Stiff and erect like beacons calling for his tongue.
Bear’s eyes blazed to life with desire not even him, the master of disguised emotions, could hide. He walked around me in a tightly composed circle, holding all his willpower in his chest.
“Are you mine?” He asked in a quiet voice that sent goosebumps spreading across my brown skin.
“Yes,” the word leaped from my mouth without permission. I at least wanted to make him work for it a little longer. Shit.
“Then wear something else. I don’t need anyone else seeing these.” He motioned to my breasts then walked closer and hooked his finger inside the waistband of my underwear. “I don’t care what you wear. My shirt is not a dress though. I’d prefer you wore it for me and only me. Understand?” He tapped my chin and I eyed him defiantly. A growl curled his top lip. “Understand?” He reiterated slower that time.
The tension between us was mounting and I didn’t know how long I was going to last without pulling his dick out. He annoyed me but he looked so fucking good doing it. My eyes dropped to the growing bulge in his slacks.
“If I don’t…what’s going to happen?”
“If you don’twhat?” He asked.
“Wear something else.”
“Punishment. It won’t be as fun as the punishment from earlier, so don’t test me.” He stretched out his pointer finger and I pulled it into my mouth sliding my lips up and down. “Cecily,” he warned.
“What?”
“Go hang out with your friend. I’ll be around here for a while then I’m going to drop in on some business at the lumberyard.”
“I thought you canceled all your meetings.”
“I did. Nobody knows I’m coming.” He pulled his hand from my grasp and I felt him fighting with himself over his newfound emotions. “Since they think I’ve canceled, it’s the perfect time to lurk around to see if they’re doing what they should be.” That meant he was going to don a pair of jeans and a hoodie while he skulked around looking like a normal person and not a king. “Now, put on something else. I’m waiting.” I hated how calm he always was. Nothing rattled him.
I gave in and put on a short sundress that stopped a few inches above my knees. When Bear looked at me, I saw the conflict arise again. I wanted to rip it out of his mind and burn it to the ground.
“You look beautiful,” he told me with a slight nod. I smiled and I swear for the quickest second, I saw Bear melt. He touched my cheek then pulled his hand away like I was holy water.
“Thank you, Bear.”
He took a step back but I refused to let him act like I was too good for him. I stood on my tiptoes and threw my arms around his neck. Before we altered the fabric of our relationship, that would have been the time we threw playful jabs at each other. Not now though. Now everything held so much weight. Everything was different.
My thoughts came to an abrupt halt when I felt his rough hands slide up the backs of my thighs. Oh god, that feeling he stitched into my skin. It burned so good and so deep. His hands stopped right at my ass cheeks and he grabbed two handfuls.
“This dress is going to get you fucked so many times later, baby doll. When we get back from the delivery, I want your slick, creamy pussy all over my cock. I want my name rolling off those lips like a fucking prayer. Understand?” All I could do was nod breathlessly. He wanted to say something else. It was right there on the tip of his tongue but he had too much control to let it into the atmosphere. So he kept it close instead and pressed his lips to my forehead. “Go hang out with Kareema.”
“Can I tell her about us?” I quizzed.
“I’m not your keeper, Cecily. I might like to control you but only enough to keep you safe and make it feel good. Tell her whatever you need to.” He kissed my temple and disappeared down the hall.
That. Man.
By the time Kareema and I got back to the house with wings and liquor, she was bursting at the seams. After we set the food up in the kitchen, she gripped my shoulders in her hands and said, “If you don’t tell me what’s going on with you and Bear I’m going to hurt you.” I hadn’t said a word the entire time we were out because I didn’t know what to say. I knew I needed to get it off my chest though.
“I fucked Bear,” I sighed in one breath with my eyes squeezed shut. When I popped an eye open, Kareema was gawking at me with an open mouth.
