Page 16 of Room 13: Bred By the Bears

I bet her skin blossomed beautifully with the right amount of suction. Her peaches and cream skin full of raspberry and blueberry stained markings. Heaven. Pure heaven stretched out before us.

“What do you say to a little after dinner entertainment?” she suggested, with a wicked smirk.

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HavingMiele agree to go to dinner with us felt like winning the lottery. The suggestion that we went and played as the second half of our “getting to know you” date seemed too good to be true. Chantilly seemed equally as shocked, not bothering to hide her reaction in the slightest to the four of us entering Club Sin, checking in our things at the front desk, and heading to Room 13 together.

“You owe me a phone call.” She pointed at Miele, a stern look on her face.

Miele blew her a kiss but did not stop to linger with her friend. Rather passed off her purse to the valet, took her ticket, and snaked her arm through Obsidian’s proffered arm as he escorted her toward the room.

We crossed the threshold into our space, and Armel stalked straight to his “hunter” drawer. He kept some one-size-fits-all sports bra tops and lycra shorts on hand “just in case” he ever ran into someone who was interesting in playing with him on his playground. Obsidian and I mourned the placement of thosejust in caseitems for years, wondering if the poor guy would ever actually get to use them.

“Given we’ve all just come from a lovely dinner, perhaps we should table the run through the woods and takedown for another night, Armel.”

“I think after all the sitting I’ve done today, I wouldn’t mind stretching my legs. I don’t have any shoes though other than my sandals.”

She popped her hip, turning her foot left and right so we could see the leather straps of her sandals wrapped gracefully around her ankle.

“The path outside is all moss and soft dirt. They clean it every day to make sure it’s free of any rocks, or anything that might really cause damage. Of course, that doesn’t mean you’ll be protected from the errant twig or rough patch of dirt.”

Her dress went over her head with absolutely no hesitation. Her bra and panties went next, bending over to step into the stretch cotton shorts and tank top sports bra.

“That sure was a lovely shade of pink, wasn’t it?” Obi asked me, unbuttoning his shirt while simultaneously kicking off his shoes.

“You should see it up close. It’s lovely. Soft and wrinkled, and just sprouting new hairs. Such a wonderful tickle against my lips.”

Miele turned to look at the two of us, a surprised flush cresting her chest, coloring her neck, and dotting the apples of her cheeks.

“He already knew what we were doing in there, sweet one.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at her embarrassed indignation.

“You weren’t exactly quiet with that come of yours. Monsieur Le Mer didn’t seem to notice, but there’s always the possibility he simply pretended to be deaf to the fire alarm wail that practically shook the chandeliers.”

Obi was truly teasing her. He’d asked Le Mer to show him the Louis VIII console table in the reception bar. By the time Miele’s orgasm slammed into her, they were halfway across the hotel and far out of earshot.

“And Armel deserves to know what he missed out on. His work is so boring. Which is why we’re happy to stand aside and let him hunt you down and bring you back. What do you think? A little frolicking in the forest, followed by a rough fuck?”

Obi’s cock pressed against the cotton of his boxer briefs. Regardless of how impassive and bored his voice sounded, the growing wet spot in his shorts told a different story. Even after coming in his shower, he could barely contain himself and the evening’s festivities had barely gotten started.

“Are you green, Little Cub?” Armel extended his hand in her direction.

“Yes.”

“Safeword?”

“Goldilocks.”

A shiver tickled up my spine, while simultaneously sending heat to my groin.Yes little golden cub. You are about to be devoured by the bear.I couldn’t wait for him to bring her back to us. To claim her, debase her, fill her with cum. The night was just getting started and yet the anticipation of what was to come gathered in ball of tight, fiery energy desperate to be expelled.

“Wonderful. You have a five-minute head start. Run in any direction you wish. Here is a panic button. Press it for any reason. You get lost, scared, suddenly develop a fear of the dark, you think you see an alligator. Whatever the reason, you press the button the scene ends, and we come running to find you. Ryker and Obi both have a receiver with a built-in tracker. They’ll be to you in minutes. Understood?”

“Understood,” she repeated, smiling at the three of us, her eyes dilated to the point her golden crowns disappeared into the black of pupil.

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My body thrummed,tightening with anticipation as I skipped down the back stairs and out onto the lawn. Thankfully we’d stopped at the two-drink maximum with dinner. Even if we hadn’t technically been at the club, it was never wise to play without all one’s faculties.

I’d already thrown aside all of my carefully constructed rules. No socializing outside the club? Fucked that one clear to shit. Not that it could be helped. Who would haveeverthought that my play partner would not only be one of the most elusive, world-famous, sculptors in the United States, but also one I felt an emotional connection to via his art. I’d been the one to convince Le Mer we needed to bring him in, so I couldn’t really tell him “sorry I have a very strict rule about mixing my personal life with my sex life.”

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