Ma'am and Bear

Chapter 8

Bear assembled the ingredients, focusing upon timing, so that all the elements came together at one time.

First though, was finding the beans, grinder, and coffee for the pot. He took a moment to appreciate the elegant set and the matching insulated glass cups. With this set in motion, next was breakfast

Bacon check, poached eggs check, and some grated potato for hash with a little fried onion for zing. Having the short order circus started, it was just sit back and manage.

The warm feeling slowly spread within him, and soon it started tapping upon his consciousness. He just felt good, at peace, in his element, and in his place. Call it what you want, he told himself, and then Bear felt her gaze.

Ma'am just said, "Dont mind me, I do like watching. Actually, I like to watch a lot. So keep doing what you are doing. Dont mind me."

Bear's inner self sought to be self conscious, but quickly realised he actually liked the scrutiny. More than liked. Shaking his head, he had to admit, he liked it a lot.

"Is there a problem?" Ma'am queried.

God, no, Bear pleaded within. No no no, as he felt a blush rising to engulf him. Oh dear, she is going to think me a pussy, turning red under her gaze.

Ma'am noticed his attitude and smiled, then pounced with enthusiasm. He was blushing, sinking into himself, upon my scrutiny. How delicious, I want more of this.

Ma'am then cleared her throat and asked again, "Are you sure all is okay?"

Oh dear, Bear now found himself lost, and could only stammer a reply,

"I'm, I'm," but this was all he got out. He then fled back to the stove, checking all the items were coming together. Watching this, Ma'am gave him a little space. Taking a seat on a stool at the breakfast island, noticing it was sticky from last night and this brought a deeply satisfying smile.

Catching Bears attention, she asked,

"Hows, is my coffee going?" pointing at the glass plunger that was waiting just out of her reach. Bear looked at the coffeepot and the short one distance to Ma'am's position.

Then ventured,

"Are you happy to self serve?" somewhat captured by her quick smile, then hearing,

"Yes, sometimes that can be fun, particularly if you are watching me, and you seem very, very needy."

Bear just resigned himself to blushing fully. Time to just look in her eyes and accept the effect she had upon him.

My God, Ma'am thought, here he goes again. Oh yes please, those soft brown eyes, the lost look, and nowhere to go, but trapped within my gaze. I will never let you go, Bear. This is just chocolate on a stick, and this woman can never have too much chocolate.

So Ma'am just raised her empty hand, two fingers straight, two tucked under, and then moved her two fingers back and forward quickly.

"Good for me," Ma'am said, raising her eyebrows.

Bear's eyes widened. Ah, he understood, and this brought laughter from deep within her, which he quickly joined, while shaking his head.

"But for now, coffee and quickly thereafter, my breakfast."

Bear snapped into action, delivering coffee and plating up breakfast first for her, and after Ma'am had taken her first bite, attended to his own food.

Oh my, Ma'am noted. My Bear is a natural servant and enjoys the beauty of giving. Only after will he see to his own fulfilment. He matches me perfectly.

Bear was noting the eggs were good, bacon pretty good, and the hash not bad either. He did like things as they should be and it brought immense satisfaction. With a shock, Bear's mind suddenly became focused. She is going to make me watch. Pictures he saw on entry flooded his mind and he looked up quickly, sensing Ma'am's gaze.

"What ever you are thinking, is having an effect. That I can clearly see." Ma'am almost whispered, leaning forward her bathrobe, parting with the pressure as she pressed into the breakfast bar.

Bear just held up two fingers straight, two tucked under, moving back and forward quickly and, in a mocking gesture, bit his bottom lip.

Ma'am just whispered back, "On my list."

She had his eyes then. He was going nowhere and as breakfast finished, Ma'am got up and walked around the breakfast bar to stand behind Bear.

Grabbing his shoulders, she turned him around. Opening her robe, she then climbed up on to his lap, legs astride, and bent his head back and deeply kissed him.

Oh, I so love bending him back, Ma'am told herself. Is he comfy or what? Bear's hands started to roam and Ma'am broke their kiss. Catching Bear's eyes as she slowly shook her head. Bear nodded and Ma'am then lent back down onto him to continue her kissing.

Bemusement crossed Bear's face. Oh yes, this is good. An after breakfast treat as he felt her hand pushing down between them, but rather than grabbing him, her hand disappeared between her own legs. It was too much he could feel her rubbing, becoming more and more frantic as she bore into him. Then to raise her head shouting,

"Yes Yes YES!"

Finally slumping down upon him spent. Bear was ramrod straight, and all dressed up with nowhere to go. He just started slowly shaking his head, unsure if he was quietly laughing or crying.

Ma'am finally lifted herself up, drawing in a deep breath. Taking out her hand from between her legs, pushed two fingers into Bear's mouth. Smiling when she felt his tongue meet her halfway.

"For the avoidance of doubt, Bear. You now know for sure the two finger shuffle is not a shaky cub scout's salute."

Bear laughed as Ma'am got down from his lap, noticing the impressive pyramid in his pants.

"Just so you understand, Bear. No touching unless I'm with you and I definitely like leaving you wanting more. And to show you how much I enjoyed breakfast. Next is a small treat."

"You tidy up and come upstairs to dress. Shortly we are going clothes shopping as there is a formal business dinner this evening, and you are my plus one."

"Ready for your treat?"

Bear nodded and with that, Ma'am slipped the bathrobe off her shoulders and stood there before him, naked. Bear was trapped in her gaze till she spoke.

"Oh, feel free to look. Hate to think I'm holding you back."

Ma'am watched as Bear's eyes devoured her, skipping, drinking her in, and oh, his breathing, how delicious to hear and feel his shortness of breath.

"Be a dear Bear, and bring my robe upstairs after you have tidied up here."

"And Bear."

"Yes Ma'am." Bear said almost in reflex.

"No touching."

With that, Ma'am turned and walked across the marble floor and slowly up the stairway.

Bear became transfixed. This image would stay in his mind and never get old. How truly delightful.

A full two minutes later, the spell faded and Bear looked around for the starting point of his tidy up. He was mindful of standing half a step away from the breakfast bar, lest he catch himself on a fitting, and break something she will want to use later.