Her greeting was a quiet command. "Say nothing." It was the last of her words as well. Bear had been summoned to Lady Arianda's chambers. He appeared as she expected, dressed in black leggings, hair falling freely across his shoulders and down his back. He'd been delayed in his garden work so when he got word to see his Mistress, he had to clean up quickly. Dinner was a casualty of his preparation.

The Lady was dressed in black too, her long satin robe. Her bare toes peeped from the hem of it as she walked to Bear. From her hand he saw the glint of a dagger.

Oddly, Bear had no fear of the dagger, that is, he had no fear of Arianda's intent. Yet, when the Lady used the tip of the dagger to toy with the silver rings attached at his navel, he instinctively drew his stomach in. They both looked down, watching her draw a white line across his skin with the metal point. He felt it, but no more than fingernails. She drew no blood.

Bear's hands clasped a bit more firmly at his back as Arianda's free hand grabbed at the waist of his leggings. She gathered up fabric there and sliced through it easily with the short blade. That done, she jerked hard on the fabric and tore it away from his body, shifting him slightly. He looked away then swallowed and looked back, but at her face. He already knew what there was to see at his crotch. Her actions were having their effect and now it was in plain view.

A slow grin drew across Arianda's face as she looked up. Bear's half grin and grey eyes were there to meet her. The dagger turned in her hand and drew the white line upward til the point settled over his heart. Her wrist rested on his shoulder. The pressure of the blade's tip was a twinge for Bear, but still he felt no real danger from her.

Arianda curled her finger, prompting Bear to lean his face to hers, for a kiss or a whisper or a slap, he was unsure. He leaned to her, but she kept the dagger pressed into his chest such that the closer he drew, the sharper the pain. She tilted her head and stretched the last bit to capture his mouth with hers. Her mouth caressed his lips and tongue then she trapped his lower lip in a rather harsh bite before letting him go.

Suddenly she turned away from Bear while releasing her robe to float to the floor between them. Bear stepped in behind her and knelt to pick up the robe then draped it over the arm of a settee before standing still again, hands at his back, feet apart. His stiffness grew stronger as he watched her lithe pale grace cross the dark stone floor.

She turned and caught him watching. She flicked her hand and the dagger shot across the room to stick with a thunk in one door of her wardrobe. Her eyes flashed as she descended onto the upholstered bench at the foot of her bed. She sat casually at first then slipped down to lean back against the bed rail. Her arms snaked out along the cool wrought iron, hands closing on it. She parted her knees, revealing herself to him then commanded. "Come. Kneel."

Of course, he did. Bear stepped forward to kneel between her open thighs. He could not contain his smile now. Arianda twisted her wrists and locked herself in a tangle with the bed. "Please your mistress." was all the command she need give. Bear was becoming well versed in the Lady's moods. He knew this one and the play had not yet begun.

As Arianda's head dropped back, Bear's hands slid up her thighs then beneath her buttocks. He curled over her to first bury his face against her neck. He knew that his mouth and tongue pleased her as she hissed her approval. His hair brushed and tickled across her skin while his mouth traced further downward. She shifted in his grasp as he gruffly captured one nipple in his mouth and proceeded as if to devour her breast entirely before treating the other to the same.

Bear followed a softened trail of kisses down along her ribs then at her side, he bit into her and would not release her despite her writhing and moaning protest. When he let her go at last, he saw his own mark there. He would never have thought to do such a thing, but she had commanded it once before and so he complied again.

At last he could settle back on his heels, comfortably between her legs. He used his broad shoulders to brace her open to him and teased at her with kisses to the inside of her thighs. She was in agony and he knew it. He could scent her arousal and he so very much wanted to taste of her, but he would heighten her hunger first.

One hand slid out from under her. Very softly Bear brushed his fingers across her moistening lips. He was rewarded with Arianda's growl of frustration. He looked up and was surprised to find her looking back at him. The corner of his mouth was of course in a devilish grin. Arianda herself had a rather menacing look, the sort that promises punishment if he does not relieve her aching soon. Bear was undaunted by this. He merely went back to his task.

He spread his free hand across her thigh such that he could brush his thumb up between her lips. Arianda shuddered as he tapped her hardened nub. Her voice cursed him in a hiss as his thumb passed again and then slipped just inside her for the briefest moment, not giving her any relief, but instead firing her to more need

Bear's hand still under her shifted. He drew her leg up onto his shoulder and lowered himself. All he gave her for the moment was the warmth of his face and breath upon her moisture. Only his fingers would brush her and not sincerely enough to aid at all.

At last, Bear's fingers opened her softness to him. Now he could take his pleasure in administering to hers. The first lash of his tongue, the first sucking kiss of his lips, brought ambrosia to him and delivered fire through the Lady. Her hoarse soft cry attested to it. Soon both of them were lost in Bear's attention. His face pressed into her, tongue easing some of Arianda's need but kindling it too. The dewy satin of her skin overtook Bear. Her scent filled his head. Her taste upon his tongue made him go after more quite aggressively. He was spurred on by the shudders of her body against him and the sound of her voice from seeming far away, moaning, gasping.

Arianda yelled out a serious epithet when Bear's hot mouth left her. She drew her head forward and shot him the coldest gray stare, albeit from half-lidded eyes. Bear was still grinning at her. His grin faded though. While his hands drew up her thighs again, Bear's face seemed to darken in demeanor. Now he was moving toward menacing. Arianda was trying to read this as Bear's hands proceeded up her ribs and spread over her breasts. His eyes remained locked with the Lady's, but his hands were surveying her body.

Bear leaned closer, letting his hands move up to crest her shoulders. His hardness pressed her but he was careful not to pierce her yet. He smoothed his fingers outward along Arianda's arms then Bear grasped her wrists and the iron of the bed, effectively cuffing her in place.

"Bear..." Arianda's tone was mildly terse, but he still stared at her. He still held fast to her wrists.

"Yes, M'Lady." He said dutifully. No grin now, just a sternly determined look.

Arianda quirked a brow at him. It was all the further warning she would give him. He knew she meant for him to mind his zeal, but he continued to hold her in place and without flinching or batting an eye at her wordless warning, he pressed his hips until her moistened tender flesh granted him partial entrance, even where her will would not.

Bear used swift force to complete his first thrust and Arianda curled. Her forehead rested upon his chest which muffled her gasp. She turned her face and rested her cheek there, rocking with him as his hips rocked to pump her in long deep strokes. Her mouth went dry so swallowing against her own moans was of no use. Bear's grip and the iron punished her wrists. Arianda shifted with him and felt his heart pound beneath her cheek. Her legs drew up to encircle Bear's hips and she felt the vibration of his deep chuckle.

She leaned back to look at him through a subtle gaze of pleasure. He was grinning his half grin but in a tortured way for he was not unaffected by the power and force of their joining. He paused just inside her at one outward stroke. Arianda's eyes flashed. Her thoughts collided. How dare he take her? How dare he stop?

Bear leaned forward. His hair fell upon her breasts lightly brushing. Still his hard shaft was just inside. He was careful not to give her another inch of satisfaction in this pause. She was on fire within. She needed another quenching stroke, but Bear withheld her pleasure and his own. His breath was warm upon her neck and then his lips and then his tongue tasted her skin. Arianda laid her head back to receive his attention and tried to push her hips onto him but she had no leverage. She was completely at his mercy.

His mercy became a hard bite at her neck. Just as his teeth pierced her there, his member thrust fully into her again. Arianda's stomach sucked in and all her air was released in a wailing moan. Her body racked in the power of the wave which emanated from his thorough connection within her. He withdrew partially from her quivering tightness and took another bite of her before filling her again for several strokes.

Very soon the filling was complete. The Lady's own spasms wrenched a deep moan from Bear's throat. He released his seed to her, even as his hands released her wrists. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, hugging her body to him, as they both shuddered. He dragged her from the bench and into his lap, trying not to disturb their fading link.

Lady Arianda was docile, for at least this moment, with her arms draped around him and her face pressed against his neck. Bear grinned over her shoulder as he wondered how long that would last and what punishment he might meet for this 'insurrection.' The Lady's dagger was always his cue for conduct in this play with her. He was given freedom to improvise, but there could still be repercussions. The impressions on her wrists and darkening bite mark on her neck did not bode well. Bear was still grinning though.