Ma'am and Bear

Chapter 11

Good fabric always swishes around your legs as you walk in a well-tailored suit. A delightful feeling, both provocative and empowering. Clothes might not maketh the man, but they send a powerful signal within the professional circles Bear was now moving in.

Many greeted Ma'am as they entered the lobby and was the centre of attention for the first five minutes. People were openly observing Bear, critically evaluating him, and he quickly became the focus of several conversations throughout the room. First stares and small asides, then much scrambling for any information to attach a better label than Ma'am's "plus one."

Bear saw a couple of old acquaintances worthy of a nod and one if not two business rivals where past deals had ended badly. Interestingly, these souls looked somewhat stricken by whom he accompanied. One actually immediately put his drink down, faded from sight. Other places to be, perhaps, or had Ma'am made this person's kitchen a little too hot?

A smile flitted across Ma'am's lips as she followed his eyes in tracking this old adversary's exit. Turning her head further, she raised her little finger to the corner of her mouth, raised her eyebrows and turned back to the couple she was deep in discussion with.

Dealing with the many guests, Bear was happy to not engage until invited. Better to be suspected a fool than to open your mouth and have it fully known.

Ma'am often drew his attention back to her, and he had to admit she always took his breath away. She was just stunning. Most of the men and he was sure some women found her totally desirable. A fact that Ma'am either ignored or failed to notice.

Finally, a couple approached and Ma'am quietly squeezed bear's hand, obviously signalling an introduction was imminent.

"Bear, let me introduce two of my oldest and dearest friends. Aimee and Sylvie, please meet my plus one and my only. Please meet Bear. Yes, it's not his name, but my friends will know him as Bear and the others, in truth, will not know him at all."

First Aimee, then Sylvie offered their hands and said how pleased they were to meet him.

"Our lone wolf has found her mate?" Sylvie said with a raised eye browse.

Aimee continued the sentence with a conspiratorial whisper.

"Wolves, mate for life, Bear, and if she has fully bitten you, she has made you truly hers."

Bear's eyes flared at the simple truth put before him and Sylvie chuckled, turning to her partner and replying.

"He's got it bad, and you, my love, have got him good. How delightful and my dear please bring him over for dinner and afters soon. It's been too long."

Ma'am gave Sylvie a lovely smile in reply, and added,

"Oh yes, when is the next gathering? We will definitely attend."

Aimee expressed, "How lovely! I will send the invitation tonight, but for now, it's best if we mingle a little more before dinner."

At which they turned away, moving to engage with another couple. Bear turned to Ma'am with a quizzical look, and Ma'am just winked back, saying,

"Oh, you will love every minute of their next gathering. It's a feather in your cap that they have accepted you this quickly. Plus, they understand the wolf and its territory from the get go, which brings an ease to proceedings and physical security for you, which is paramount in my mind."

"I'm thoroughly lost in this, Ma'am, but following your lead is a very safe bet in my world."

Ma'am looked at Bear and nodded. "When in doubt, just acknowledge to yourself that you're totally mine and act accordingly. Simple and safe."

Bear was looking into her eyes and felt his insides turn to jelly and flow straight into his groin.

"Oh Bear, doesn't your body just compliment me so? Now be a dear and get me a glass of good red from Sam. I will be over in the corner talking with the politicos and will need wine to dull the pain."

With that, Ma'am became swallowed up by the crowd, leaving Bear to track down the bar. After settling upon which corner to move towards next was achieving a drinks service.

"Hello, haven't seen you in ages," oh shit bear thought. I know that voice.

"Hi, how are you? I really don't get out much, so it makes a chance meeting like this pretty rare."

"Oh dear," said the very attractive red head standing now full in front and solidly between Bear and the bar.

A small smile teased Bear's lips in response to an inner comment of,

"Nice tits, I guess, but nowhere near as good as Ma'am's."

"Oh, was that smile a remembrance of Christmas, past? Cause I had fun."

Bear flinched ever so slightly. Better to keep quiet, as no matter what he says from here, it ends badly.

"So tell me Ella, how goes your world?" Yes, Bear thought a good Segway, allowing her to preen in front of her inner mirror.

"Oh, it's been grand. I'm sure you have heard James and I are married. I'm happy he can still fuck whomever he wants, cause that has always been our choice, but at the end of the day, he returns to my bed and I am still his wife."

Bear did not know whether to flinch or laugh, so he covered it all up with a small cough into his hand.

"I am happy for you Ella, it seems you have exactly what you have always wanted."

Ella smiled quite the picture of self satisfaction.

"So what brings you out into high society?"

"The head of my outsourced legal team has rewarded me with being her 'plus one' tonight."

"Oh my God, really," Ella gushed. "I saw you with her earlier. Just thought you were the usual moth to the flame whenever that bitch enters a room."

"Speaking of that bitch, lovely catching up Ella, but she sent me to get her a drink and you know how I hate to disappoint." With this, Bear quietly stepped around Ella and signalled the barkeep he wanted his attention.

"Two wines, thanks. The good stuff, the nice Pinot Noir because the lady paying for all this has set aside a reserve."

At this, the barkeep blanched slightly and disappeared momentarily into the small room behind the bar, returning with two exquisite styled glasses filled slightly beyond normal.

"You have done good, Sam," said Bear, reading the name badge on Sam's lapel.

Sam just smiled then, looking at the bottles on the bar, mimed sipping pulling a face, then thumb across his throat.

"Two words for you, Sam. Pretty much," at which Sam smiled and gave Bear a wink.

Wow, thought Bear, as he reorientated to the room looking for the designated corner, Ma'am has a reputation for all bite and no bark. At this thought, he felt a melting sensation in his nether regions and, in response, shook his head and just shrugged.

"Oh my God, yes," he intoned within "and soon too I'm looking to re-scratch that itch" as he quietly threaded his way in search of Ma'am.

Bear found her.

Damn, she looks good and shit, look at all the attention. So many men saying choose me, choose me. Look at me and how much, how accomplished, how my dick stretches towards the horizon. Oh shit, Bear continued to think. I can't compete in this arena.

That's when Ma'am turned and focused on him. Bear swore the room went still and quiet. A hush within which seconds passing so slowly and in this space he felt transfixed, captured in her gaze. The spell finally broke and Bear watched Ma'am's lips move.

"I want you," and upon saying you, her eyes became ferocious.

Bear took a deep breath and smiled as he pushed the final paces through the crowded lobby.

"Be still, my heart," he chuckled and prepared for the onslaught.

Ma'am had watched earlier as Bear disappeared into the crowd and this refocused her on how much she disliked this song and dance, the relentless quest for acquisition. Always manoeuvring, the sharks constantly swimming, driven by too much hunger and not enough appreciation for what they already had.

"Ahhh, speaking of that, where are you, dear Bear?" As she continued to scan the room. "I do want you so, and I am smart enough to appreciate what I have and as to being satisfied? Oh yes, but never fully as I crave again more, and soon."

Then she felt a pull and looked left and behold the object of her desires. Her mouth spontaneously formed the words 'I want you' cause she did and felt the tingling flowing through her body as she focused on him. "It may well be sooner than later," she thought, and then chuckled. "I'm good for both times."

Bear passed Ma'am her wine and then followed through the perfunctory introductions. The responses were a mixture. Amusement, jealousy, contempt, these guys all thought Ma'am belonged to them. Oh dear, how little did they understand the truth of the woman standing right in front of them? That in its self told Bear much and calmed him of many of the fears these men could represent.

Ma'am leant over and whispered in Bear's ear.

'If my memory serves, you owe me a blow job, Bear, and seeing you all resplendent in your new cloths I've decided right now is a good time to collect what is owed."

With this Ma'am excused herself and headed straight towards the barkeep and the small storage room behind him. Flowing by Ma'am said.

"No one comes in, you understand" Sam just blanched and nodded many more times than necessary.

"Righty ho Bear, as you know, I like a good man on his knees," and with that she pulled up her dress, placed one exquisite high heel on two stacked crates and pushed Bear's head down and into her.

'Oh God, yes,' Bear murmured as his mouth contacted Ma'am's very warm and wet pussy. Lost in a thrall, Bear was startled by the sound of a mobile phone dialling. He pulled away only to have Ma'am clutch his hair and savagely push his mouth back on to her pussy and fiercely hold him there.

"Oh, my God," Bear thought, she was ringing someone for a chat.

'Hello Carletta, please get in contact with Aimee first thing tomorrow and cancel any obligations on the night of their next dinner and also clear the next day. Might as well make it a sleepover."

Carletta giggled, "Oh, have you got it bad?"

"Oh, no Carletta, I've got it good and moreover, I'm getting it right now."

"No way."

"Oh, yes, way."

"Where?"

"In the room behind the bar. He has a pretty mouth," at which both women laughed a little more.

"What if someone walks in?"

"They will see Bear's head held firmly between my thighs, I guess. Sorry, Carletta got to go or is that cum?" Ma'am was laughing as the first spasm hit her and Bear felt her nails bite deep into his scalp.

"Oh, God Bear. Yes yes yes mine, mine, mine," at which Ma'am slumped back against the back wall, her breathing harsh and raw.

Finally, the shudders subsided, and Bear started to pull away.

"Oh no, lover, just a little longer. Momma needs a little after care right this minute."

"Mmmmmmm," she added.

"Okay, you can come up for air now," Ma'am said as she slid across to be seated upon the two stacked crates.

Bear raised up from his knees and Ma'am leaned forward to brush the dust off his suit trousers.

"Oh, my Bear, aren't you just so pleased to see me? Was it me? or was it perhaps the phone call?"

Bear felt the rush of shame flood his cheeks.

"Oh Bear. Yes, yes yes. I just love the way you react when I see your true heart. Come to Momma."

At which Ma'am stood and drew Bear into a very long and passionate kiss.

After a time, Ma'am sighed and pulled back from the embrace. She pushed her pelvis into Bear's very hard erection, making him wince a little in response.

"Oh, yes Bear. Momma feels your love and oh yes, your needs too, but I have plans from here and a pleased to see me Bear is just the ticket."

With this Ma'am stood, skirting Bear as she pushed her way out of the storeroom and then on past the bar keep. Over her shoulder as she disappeared into the crowed room, she called.

"Keep up Bear, one swallow does not a summer make."

Bear rested against some cold cans leaning there by the fridge and was soon relieved to feel his cock a little less at attention. He struggled over staying longer but decided he was born to follow, so he had better just do that.

Opening the door, Sam smiled at Bear and he turned back to the bar.

"Perhaps a further two glasses of the good red might just be what the doctor ordered?"

Bear could not stop himself from smiling as Sam passed him a napkin. Then shaking his head, a second napkin.

"Seems you have an excess of lip gloss, sir."

Bear wiped most of his face, quietly shaking his head.

"What can I say? It was good for me," he then shrugged and took the two offered drinks and turned away.

Sam's eyes followed Bear until he lost him in the crowd. Then he quietly murmured,

"Pretty sure you made her day, too."