When Bear opens the door to his place, my stomach flip-flops at the sight of him. Tonight wasn’t planned. I’m outside the boundaries of the game.
“I packed a bag.” I shrug said bag off my shoulder.
“Good baby.” He takes it and guides me straight into the bedroom. I stop in my tracks at the sight of the items he’s prepped and laid out on a towel at the end of the bed. Bear sets my bag down, takes a seat and crooks a finger at me.
“What, no foreplay?” I ask, my voice as light as I can make it even as I shiver in his arms. He pulls me between his legs, running his hands up and down my arms, squeezing reassuringly.
“This is punishment,” he says simply. I stare at the implements lined up on the towel: a crop, a cane, a hairbrush and small black bulb-shaped thing—a butt plug.
“Do I need, li
