Masks of a Tiger (11 page)

Ink's family had welcomed
Grisha
into their midst, and had paid to put him
through adult education.
Grisha
was a fast learner
and excelled at his studies, completing them in record time. When Ink and
Nathan had opened the club,
Grisha
had been the first
employee. They'd learned the ropes together, and over time Club Ink had become
the
BDSM club for the shifter community—a safe haven for shifters of all kind, and
an extremely lucrative business venture.

As a result
Grisha
was financially secure, and happy, or so he'd
thought. Seeing first Nathan and then Ink settle down and find their mates had
made him re-evaluate what he wanted from life.

How he was going to
explain all that to
Neeve
, he had no idea. He was
under no illusion that she would be unaware of his “love them and leave them”
reputation.
Neeve
was no fool. She would not have
come to Club Ink or let him anywhere near her without checking him out first.

A small sound behind him
alerted him to her presence. She stood in the door way to the en suite
bathroom, looking pensive and gloriously naked. He wouldn’t have been surprised
had she draped the bed sheet around herself, but he should have known that
wasn't his
Neeve's
style.

She gave him an
uncertain smile, and he spread his arms out. She scooted into his embrace.
Without her heels she fitted perfectly under his chin, and he rested his head
on hers and pulled her close.

"You were gone so
long I was beginning to worry you'd fallen down the loo or something."

Grisha
sighed, and
she tensed in his arms.

"Hardly,
sweetheart.
I just … look, you must be sore. Let me run you a bath. I
was rather hard on you for your first time in a scene."

To his surprise she
snuggled closer into him and kissed his chest.

"Don’t you start
that crap again,
Mister.
A bath would be wonderful,
but only if you join me. That bathtub looks easily big enough for three."

"Is that a hint, my
sweet
Neeve
? Do I call Mistress Scarlett after
all?" She bit his nipple in answer, and
Grisha
chuckled.

"Don't you dare,
Gri
…
I mean,
Sir."
The
defiant inflection made him smile, and he pinched her butt cheek.

"Watch it,
sub."

He was waiting for the
sassy comeback, but
Neeve
just went very still in his
arms. So still that he was getting worried. He entangled himself out of her
embrace and cupped her chin to make her look at him.

"What thoughts are
swirling around inside that pretty head of yours?"

She shrugged her
shoulders, and his tiger growled, a rather menacing, possessive sound that had
her eyes widen. She trembled, and her skin flushed a delightful shade of pink.
His nostrils flared in response to her sweet musk, and he dipped his other hand
into her slit. Sure enough she was wet for him. His cock hardened immediately,
and he groaned when she cupped the heavy shaft and dropped to her knees.

With an impish smile in
his direction she wrapped her lips round his prick and sucked.
Grisha
swore and grabbed the wash basin for support. He
knew he should stop her, that she was avoiding his question, but
fuck
it,
she was good at this. His thighs
tensed, his balls drew up, and he stopped fighting her. He grabbed her hair,
and she smiled around his dick when he fucked her mouth.

"That's it my
little tigress, take me deep, milk me. Deeper, yes …
Fuuuuck
!"
Neeve's
hands curled around his thighs, and she
renewed her efforts as his pre-cum leaked and he grew bigger still. He yanked
her hair and thrust in earnest, hitting the back of her mouth. She gagged once,
but he was too far gone to slow his pace.
 
His orgasm build from the base of his spine, the ferocity of it taking
his breath away, as it surged through his shaft and flooded her mouth.
Neeve's
throat worked in tandem with his thrusts, as she
swallowed rapidly to take every powerful jet. With her eyes closed in
concentration, her lips flayed wide around his shaft while his black dick
tunneled in out of her plump lips, it was every fucking man's fantasy.

He roared his final
release into the stillness of the room, and
Neeve
released him slowly. She licked him clean and then rested her head against his
thigh with another impish grin.

"I've been meaning
to do that since I saw you,
Sir
."

****

Happiness bubbled up
inside
Neeve
like a fountain, and she couldn't stop
grinning, even when
Grisha
gave an exaggerated sigh
and pulled her up by her hair.

His face looked stern,
but there was an unmistakable twinkle in his eyes, and he pulled her in for a
breathtaking kiss that left her breathless and clinging to him for support. Her
nipples turned into little hard nubs of sensation, and she pressed closer into
his hard abs. The exquisite friction created by the movement sent sparks of
need dancing along her nerve endings. Her pussy flooded, and her clit clenched as
she moaned her arousal into the kiss. He lifted one of her legs to give him
better access and pushed two of his fingers deep into her cunt. Her body
clamped around those digits as he finger-fucked her with merciless precision.
His tongue mimicked the actions of his fingers. With the kiss growing ever more
passionate, his fangs grazed her
lips,
and
Neeve
whimpered her need, as her body climbed. The tingles
of sensation spread from deep inside her until she hovered on the edge of bliss,
and
Grisha
stopped.

He withdrew his fingers,
lowered her leg, and when her knees gave way, picked her up and sat her on the
vanity unit. The shock of the cold porcelain on her bare cunt made her gasp out
loud, and
Grisha
ducked the half-hearted punch aimed
at him with a huge grin. He turned his back on her and turned the taps on to
fill the bath with water.

"Careful there,
sub. You don't want to add to the punishment you've already earned yourself,
for evading my question."

The mere thought of
punishment made her squirm. Not in fear, she realized with astonishment, but in
anticipation.

"I wasn't evading
your question, Sir."
Grisha
went very still. He
stopped pouring the bath oil into the swirling water and then set it down very
carefully.
 
He crossed his arms and
looked at her, every inch of him the imposing Dom, and
Neeve
pressed on with her explanation, suddenly desperate to explain, to see him
smile in approval.

"I was just
wondering how you knew, Sir." She tried her best to keep any inflection
out of her voice, surprised how easily the hated
Sir
rolled off her
tongue now. He blinked, and some of the tension went out of his tall frame. He
turned the water off and covered the distance between them in a few loose
limbed strides.

"How did I know
what?"

"That I
needed to cry?"
Neeve
barely heard
her own whisper as she swallowed past the lump in her throat, and he rested his
head against her forehead. Their breaths mingled, and he pulled her off the
counter top and carried her over to the bath. He lowered her into the bath, and
Neeve
sighed
her contentment
when the warm, fragrant bubbles caressed her skin, and took away the last of
the lingering discomfort left over from his earlier ministrations. He climbed
in behind her and pulled her toward him until her back rested against his
chest.

She felt the shrug of
his shoulders.
"Just a hunch, sweet
Neeve
.
I wouldn't be a very good Dom if I couldn’t read people easily. You, as it
happens, carry your heart on your sleeve."

"I do not!" He
chuckled and pulled her closer still until she felt the head of his rapidly
hardening cock rub against her ass. He trapped her legs by looping his own over
hers,
and her
heartrate
sped
up when he reached behind them and produced a pair of handcuffs. In the blink
of an eye he had her wrists cuffed to either side of the enormous tub and
secured to the hand rails. He rubbed his stubble into the sensitive skin of her
neck, sending tingles of awareness along her nerve endings. The tingles erupted
into shivers of anticipation when he reached behind them again and produced a
waterproof vibrator. The dildo shaped object seemed huge in his hands, and
Neeve
sucked in a sharp breath when he ran the phallus
along her slit repeatedly. He lifted her slightly with one hand and then pushed
the thick rubber cock inside her hole with one swift and thorough twist of his
wrist. She moaned at the fullness in her cunt, and she jumped when the
vibrations started deep inside her core. Her head fell back against his
shoulder, and she squirmed in the water, as much as she could,
held
in position as she was by the handcuffs and his
powerful legs.

"Comfortable there,
sweet
Neeve
?"

She panted her
affirmation as he turned the vibrations up again and bit her earlobe. His hands
settled either side of her hips and tilted her forward, so that her labia
rested on the bath floor. The base of the dildo hit the bath tub and increased
the sensations inside her.

"Show me your
fists. Let me know you're all right." She clenched her hands and gritted
her teeth desperate to hold off the orgasm approaching with the ferocity of a
speed train. "Good girl, hold it off, until I give you permission."

"I … I can't.
Please…"
Neeve
didn't recognize the hoarse,
needy voice pleading for her climax over and over, and she barely registered
the pressure in her ass, as
Grisha
pushed
one,
and then two fingers into her nether hole.

"Relax for me,
sweetheart." He thrust his fingers in and out slowly, stretching her
preparing her. "That's it, breathe,
go
with it.
Come for me." Her body exploded at the grumbled command, and she was dimly
aware of his hands lifting her onto her knees. Somehow he kept the dildo inside
her, and then there was pressure against her puckered hole. So much pressure
she couldn't breathe. As her body shook with the aftershocks,
Grisha
pushed past the ring of muscle until he filled her
so completely, she didn't know where she ended and he began. With his back
molded against hers, her arms stretched to the sides, and her tits hanging
free, he thrust.
Slowly at first and then with ever
increasing speed.
The water sloshed around them, and
Neeve
screamed as the dual stimulation pushed her into a powerful set of multiple
orgasms, so intense she could barely draw breaths into her lungs. When
Grisha
roared his own release with one last forceful thrust
into her ass that sent the dildo shooting out of her cunt,
Neeve's
screams turned to sobs of pleasure. She pushed against him and tensed her
muscles around his cock, her ass on fire inside as his hot seed filled her.
Grisha
turned her head and claimed her mouth in a kiss so
full of emotion,
Neeve's
heart splintered into a
million little pieces that only her
Sir
would ever be able to put back
together.

Chapter Eight

He was back in the
forest, his skin on fire, his body contorting in agony, as he turned into the
monster he seemed cursed to be. He roared his agony, every muscle in his body
tensed to flee, to outrun this dark magic, to get as far away from his
Mama
as he could, lest this thing he
turned into hurt the one person he loved more than anything in this world. He
forced his eyes open and drew a long denied breath of air into his lungs, but
it wasn’t the lush vegetation of his homeland that greeted him, but the inside
of Ink’s dungeon.
 
He leaped off the bed,
completing his shift in mid-air, with
Neeve’s
terrified screams ringing in his ears. He prowled along the dungeon willing his
heart rate to slow down, the terrified expression on
Neeve’s
face cutting through him like glass. Slowly the swirling mists of his old
nightmare lifted, and his frantic pacing slowed down enough for
Neeve
to be able to approach him. His ears twitched,
hearing the tentative footfalls of her bare feet, and both man and tiger held
their breath anew, when her scent surrounded them. She crouched down and buried
her fists in his fur, pulling him into her soft curves.

"It’s okay. You
were dreaming. It’s okay. I’ve got you." She repeated the words over and
over until he relaxed and shifted back to his human form. The trust in her tear-stained
eyes when he looked at her blew him away, and she clung to his shoulders when
he picked her up and carried her back to the bed. She melted against him, and
he nuzzled into her neck, while his hands explored her body, the man as anxious
as the tiger to assure himself he hadn't hurt her, when he'd been half asleep.