The Bear Treatment Page 2

  "That's my girl."

  The approval in his voice filled her with a warm glow, and she wrapped her tongue around his fingers. Her own musk, mixed in with the smell of wax, and his unique essence exploded on her taste buds. They both groaned in unison when she started sucking on his digits in earnest.

  Luke pulled his fingers out and kissed her with a heated urgency that matched her own. Blindly she reached for him until her hands found the soft fabric of his shirt and she bunched the delicate silk into fists as she tried to pull him closer, and she ground her hips into the table in a desperate effort to gain some release.

  "Please, please … I—"

  She murmured the words in between gasps of air, and when Luke finally pulled away every cell in her body screamed in outrage. She wanted him, needed him like the very air she breathed.

  "Turn over, pet. Time to truly make you fly."

  Louisa didn’t even hesitate to comply, even though the move meant she was now completely naked in front of him. Luke didn't do anything, and her nipples beaded into hard little buttons, as she imagined him running his gaze all over her body. Her skin tingled as though she could sense his heated gaze.

  "Tell me those beautiful curves are all mine, Lou."

  Tears gathered behind her blindfold at the strain in his voice. It sounded as though this truly meant something to him, and happiness bloomed inside her and enveloped her in its soft cocoon. Even if he didn't mean it, even if it was just something he said in a scene, she would treasure this moment always, and pull it out of her precious memories to make her smile when life was grim.

  "Yes, Sir, I'm yours."

  His scent gave her a moment's warning before she felt the press of his warm, firm lips on hers. He stroked his curiously rough tongue along the seam of her mouth and then took the kiss deeper, until the world narrowed to just the feel of his lips on hers.

  Her clit tingled and her pussy clenched as yet more of her juices gathered at her entrance and trickled down the inside of her thighs. By the time he broke the kiss they were both breathing heavily, and Louisa's pulse jumped even more when he grasped her hands and pulled them above her head.

  "Time to kick this up a notch, pet."

  The sound of Velcro alerted her to his intentions seconds before he wrapped a cuff around her wrist.

  "They're quick release, pet. Is this okay? What color are you?"

  "Green, Sir."

  "Good girl. I'm going to do the same to your other wrist and ankles. This will be so much better for you when you can't move."

  Excitement made her dizzy, and Louisa struggled to draw breath into her lungs as he secured her. The care he showed in checking to make sure the restraints weren't too tight, and the way he kept reassuring her, added yet another level of sensation. The knowledge that she was completely at his mercy was a heady aphrodisiac indeed. The first drop of wax in the valley of her breasts had her yank on her restraints, but it was useless. She couldn't move, and his amused chuckle in her ear had her turn her head in his direction.

  Another drop of wax hit her bellybutton this time, and a hiss escaped her as he kept up a steady rhythm of dripping the wax in one unexpected place after the other. Heat rolled over her skin, and time slipped out of her grasp, as she slipped deeper and deeper into a place where pain and pleasure mixed into one and the same, until she hovered on the edge of release.

  From far away she heard Luke's voice, and every muscle in her body tightened in anticipation.

  "Last one, pet, fly for me."

  A red hot stream of wax hit her clit, and Louisa screamed as the hypersensitive bundle of nerves contracted, and sent waves of pleasure shooting through her system. Luke pushed two of his fingers into her desperately clenching pussy and fucked her into another orgasm so intense that Louisa could only ride the waves of sensation.

  By the time she came back down she was dimly aware of a scraping sensation across her skin, as the wax lifted off slowly. Luke kept on murmuring to her, and she latched onto the sound of his voice as she floated in and out awareness.

  "There, all, done now, pet. You've done so well."

  Dimly aware of the sensation of being lifted and wrapped into a warm blanket, she allowed her eyes to close and snuggled into Luke's comforting presence.

  ****

  "Chicken, wake up. It's time to go home."

  "Whaaaat, go away, leave me alone. Nice dream."

  Louisa tried to shake Cassie's hand off and yanked the covers back up over her body. She didn't want to wake up. It was nice in her dream. Luke had been there, and they had done the most delicious naughty things, and…

  Louisa sat up with a start and looked around. She wasn't at home. She was tucked up in one of the recovery rooms at the spa, and she'd fallen asleep.

  Cassie laughed as Louisa slapped a hand over her mouth in horror.

  "Oh my God, it wasn't a dream, was it? You dragged me to this spa, and … oh lord, I will never be able to look at him again. This is all your fault."

  Cassie paid her no heed. Her grin just got bigger and bigger, and she shrugged her shoulders.

  "Well, that certainly explains the cryptic message I received from Luke."

  "Message?" Louisa echoed, all too aware that she sounded like a parrot.

  "Yes, chicken. He gave me this and said there's a car waiting for you outside."

  There was a single red rose perched on the expensive looking box Cassie passed to her, next to an envelope written in Luke's unmistakable scrawl.

  "Well, go on, open it then. There are some more, smaller boxes down here, to go with whatever is in that one I assume. I'm dying to see what he's got you."

  Cassie bounced on the balls of her feet in excitement, and Louisa stuck her tongue out at her.

  "I'm surprised you haven't had a peek, knowing how nosy you are."

  Cassie giggled.

  "Well, I would have, but he gave me that look, and I've seen him in action often enough at the club to not mess with him when he's in that mood. I like my ass the color it is, thank you very much."

  Louisa bit her lip and smiled in remembrance. No doubt her butt had been a nice pink shade after their session, and as for the rest of her body… If Cassie wasn't watching her so intently, she'd throw that cover off and inspect herself. A shiver went down her spine at the thought of carrying his marks on her skin, and her hands shook when she opened the envelope to find the most garish looking birthday card ever. It had a big Be My Birthday Sweetheart written on the front of it in glitter writing.

  "Well, I wasn't expecting that." Cassie sounded so affronted that Louisa had to laugh.

  "Oh no, this is perfect."

  Luke knew how much she despised celebrating her birthday, so this was him making a point. Growing up in an orphanage as she had, she couldn't even be sure that today was her actual birthday. It was the day the nuns had found her on their doorstep, and served as well as any day to mark the passing of time.

  Forgive me for the cheesy card, but that's all I could come up with at short notice. We seem to be doing everything backwards, but I really want us to work. I understand if you don’t feel the same way, but if you do, then please meet me at Carlotta's at eight.

  Luke x

  Louisa blinked the tears away and gasped when she opened the box. A slinky designer dress appeared once she pulled the tissue paper away, and the other boxes revealed matching shoes and a racy lingerie set that made Cassie whistle through her teeth.

  "Now, that's more like it. I approve. I'll also leave you to it, because it seems you have plans tonight after all."

  The slap to her arm hurt, and Louisa glared at her oldest friend.

  "What was that for?"

  "For being a dumb ass. You do have plans tonight, right? With my hotshot and oh so Domly cousin? Or do I have to stay here and slap some sense into you until you agree to meet him?"

  Cassie glared at her, but it turned into a concerned expression when Louisa burst into tears.

  "Oh, chicken, come on. You don't have to go. I thought you liked him, and I know he's been lusting after you in like forever, so … dammit ... stop crying … I'll never interfere again, I promise, I—"

  "Oh, do shut up, Cassie, and help me get into these things. I do have plans, and they don’t involve being late…"

  "Thank fuck for that and hallelujah."

  She had to grin at Cassie's shout of joy.

  Maybe her birthday wouldn't turn out to be such a dreary day after all.

  Chapter Two

  Luke paced the confines of the private dining room at Carlotta’s and resisted the urge to check his watch for the umpteenth time. He was a man used to taking risks, thrived on the adrenaline rush it gave him, but this was Lou. His Lou, dammit, and she'd had plenty of time to change her mind and come to her senses.

  Maybe he should have stayed with her, and pressed his advantage while she was still floating in post orgasmic bliss and the high of her wax session. He swore under his breath as he recalled her responses to the wax play. He'd known deep down that Lou was a natural submissive, but she'd always shown such disgust about anything to do with the lifestyle, he'd thought he'd never get a chance to help her find her true self. The assholes she always seemed to pick for her boyfriends had no idea what to do with her precious gift. The last one had been the worst. Luke had begun to contemplate murder, or at the very least a severe roughing up, for that wanker, until Lou had finally seen sense and dumped the weasel's sorry ass.

  A movement outside the door got his attention, and he breathed in and out several times to calm his jangling nerves. He felt like a fucking teenager on his first date, and he had to clear his throat several times to be able to answer the discreet knock on the door.

  “Come in.”

  “Sir?” Alphonse, th
eir private waiter for the evening, stuck his head round the corner of the door and smiled at Luke. “Your guest has arrived.”

  Luke nodded, and Alphonse opened the door wider to reveal a stunning looking Louisa. The vision Luke had had in his mind when he chose her outfit had not done the reality justice. The clingy fabric of the thigh length dress clung lovingly to every one of her gorgeous curves, and the low neckline barely held in her amazing tits. His mouth watered at the thought of feasting on that bounty, and his half erect dick jumped to full attention with such speed, he felt quite lightheaded.

  “So I see. Better late than never, I suppose.”

  Louisa’s gaze flew to his face briefly, and the most delightful blush stole over her expressive features. It marked her pale skin, and his fingers itched to bend her over his knee and redden her ass to a similar flush of red, but he didn’t want their first date to start off on a punishment. As it was his Lou looked skittish. Her gaze was firmly rooted back on the floor, and she shifted from foot to foot in her fuck me now heels that showed the curve of her legs to delicious advantage and made him want to run his tongue along her silky skin until he found the dewy treasures hidden by her puffy pink nether lips.

  He swallowed a groan at that mental image and stuck his hands into his trouser pockets, lest he feel compelled to act on that instinct. Fuck it all, if seeing her here, like that, dressed entirely to his instructions right down to the hair she’d swept off her face to let him see the graceful length of her neck, didn’t bring out his dominant side in full force. Not to mention his bear, who damn near salivated at the sight, and scent of his mate standing mere feet away from them. He once again told his beast to shut the fuck up. He would have to tread carefully with his Lou. He hadn’t waited years for her to fuck it all up now. She was human and fragile. She wouldn’t know how to handle his bear, perhaps not even the true nature of his dominant side.

  Then again, maybe that’s what she needed. There was no doubt his Lou was as turned on as he was. It was there in her ever deepening blush, the way her breasts rose and fell in rapid succession, her nipples little beacons of lust that seemed intent on poking through the silk of her dress, and the white knuckled grasp she had on her clutch bag. Luke frowned at the way she was holding it in front of her belly like some sort of shield. They would have to work on her self-image.

  Luke preferred his women on the softer side, with flesh to hold onto when he fucked them. Flesh that wobbled and formed a framework for the ropes he used to restrain them with, not that Lou would know that. Luke was all too aware that the women he usually surrounded himself with were the complete opposite. Walking stick insects and gold diggers to boot, but they were easy lays who knew the score, and when the woman you really loved was unavailable, that was all the emotional investment Luke had been capable of giving.

  Apart from teaching demonstrations in the club, he hadn’t even played in far too long. The only woman he wanted to scene with was Lou, and she finally stood in front of him.

  Luke swallowed the possessive growl threatening to erupt from his chest. If he showed that side of himself she would definitely run screaming from the room.

  Alphonse cleared his throat discreetly, and Luke fought to get a hold of himself. There was a quiet understanding in the older man’s eyes when he smiled at Luke, and he could see the man’s own secret prowling behind his irises. With a blink, that hint was gone, and Alphonse was once again just the harmless and charming server waiting for his instructions.

  “Shall I have your dinner brought in now, Sir, or would you prefer to wait a while?” he asked.

  “We’ll eat now, Alphonse, thank you. I have other plans for later.”

  A shiver went through Louisa’s frame at his words. Try as he might he couldn’t keep his bear’s growl out of his voice. This close to his prey and with the scent of her arousal in his nostrils, all he wanted to do was claim her, sink his teeth into the soft flesh of her neck, and force the connection between them.

  Instead he smiled at Alphonse, and the other man bowed and exited the room. The door closed behind the waiter’s retreating back with a quiet thud, and shut out the background noises of a busy restaurant. Like all the private rooms at Carlotta’s this one was soundproof and specially adapted for the restaurant’s more unusual clientele.

  As always when he thought about it, Luke’s lips kicked up in a hint of amusement. Humans on the whole were utterly clueless as to the paranormal beings among them, and considering how ugly it could get when the wrong people found out, that was probably just as well. However it presented another set of problems for him when faced with his Lou. The one woman his bear was destined to be with—his mate. The one woman he had lied to by omission for her entire life.

  It was his turn to shift uncomfortably from foot to foot at that thought. He had no idea how she would take that revelation.

  “Breathe, Lou, relax. I’m not going to jump you. Yet.” He couldn’t resist adding that word to test her reaction, and his bear growled when she grew wetter for him. “Look at me, pet.”

  His bear’s growl would not stay out of his voice, and in the reflection of the one way glass wall that made up the entire side of the room, he could see his eyes bleed to the glowing amber of his beast.

  By the sharp intake of Louisa’s breath when she did look up at him, she’d noticed that, too. Her heart rate increased and her muscles coiled as adrenaline rushed through her system, yet she didn’t scream or run, just stood there frozen in place. He didn’t miss the way she clutched her bag tighter to her in an involuntary act of seeking cover, and he allowed more of his bear to show through. He couldn’t have stopped the animal had he tried to.

  Now was the time for the truth, to establish if they could really make this work once and for all.

  “What are you?” The whispered question caught him off guard, as did the tentative steps she took toward him. She wobbled on her high heels, and Luke caught her before she could fall over. The bag fell to the floor with a loud clatter, and Louisa grasped hold of his biceps instead. Her nails dug into his flesh through the thin fabric of his shirt, and his bear growled in triumph at her immediate surrender. Lou inhaled sharply and sank into his embrace, snuggling into him as though he was a warm blanket.

  As a shifter Luke ran hotter than most humans, and her next words confirmed this.

  “You’re so incredibly warm, Sir.”

  His bear growled, and his human side gave a mental fist pump at her address that had slipped from her lips with such ease, as though they’d been in this dynamic for years.

  “What do you think I am, Lou?” he asked, and ran his hands over the full globes of her ass. A whimper escaped from her lips when he grabbed a generous handful of the soft flesh and squeezed. The action lifted her higher until she was pressed as closely as possible into his length. Her hard little nipples dug into his chest, and his cock pulsed and ached as he grew bigger still. It was a seeming living entity between them that sought her wet pussy like a heat-seeking missile with a will of its own.

  “Other than the man who wants to fuck you senseless, of course, and the man who needs you like the very air he breathes. You’re mine now, Lou, and I shan’t ever let you go again.”

  He knew he was pushing her too fast, too hard, but his bear was fully in control right now. He had his mate where he wanted her, and he didn’t care who knew. She was his, unless she rejected him, and tore his heart into million bite sized pieces. Cold sweat dotted his forehead, and his fangs ran out. The compulsion to mark her so that everyone knew she was his was almost impossible to resist.

  A renewed shudder went through her, and she pressed closer into him. She jumped when his claws ran out and he allowed them to trail up her sides until he reached her neck. Using just one clawed fingertip he traced her rapidly beating pulse point, and then undid the clasp holding her hair up. Fisting both his hands into the soft mass that fell down her back, he tilted her head up to be able to see her expression.

  Lou’s eyes widened, and her gaze snared on his fangs. It wasn’t revulsion or fear he sensed from her right now, just pure lust mixed in with wonder. She released the death grip she still had on his biceps and lifted her hands up until she could trace his lips. With the lightest of touches she ran her fingertip first over one and then the other of his fangs, and she jumped at his bear’s answering growl.