The Tattoo Artist's Mate

by Doris O'Connor

  “How do you know unless you tell me?”

  She had a point.

  “I am a shifter. Human into bear.”

  Isla blinked. “Oh, is that all? When you come or any time without warning?”

  He guessed she didn’t believe him then.

  ****

  His eyes flashed, and by sheer force of will Isla didn’t cringe or move away. After all who was she to say it could or couldn’t happen? Whatever, she had no intention of asking him to prove it. That could come later. First, she wanted to get to know him in a more intimate, carnal way. Not only as a lover but also as a sub to his Dom.

  So against her normal, clear-headed, think twice and then twice again before she made a decision, persona.

  “Sir?” She slid to the floor and knelt in front of him, head bent. Her breathing sped up, and she did her best to calm herself.

  Gaspar took her chin in his hands and encouraged her to look up at him. “Are you sure I’m your Sir, my pet?”

  Isla nodded, no mean feat with her chin held fast. “Oh yes, Sir. Plea…please show me how pain is pleasure.” She let out her breath in a whoosh. “I mean it, I want and need to know. Only from you.”

  The smile he gave her was all a woman could wish for. “Those words, from you, are heaven. Then follow me.”

  Gaspar took her hand and helped her to her feet. “We’ll take it slow, my pet. Use the traffic light system. Red stop, yellow stop and let’s talk, green all good and carry on. Yes?”

  “Yes.” Isla followed him into a small shadowy room, which held little more than a hard chair, a wide settee, and a three-legged table. “Cozy.”

  He laughed. “Not really but perfect for what we want. So, pet, are you ready to play?”

  She grinned. “Oh yes, Sir.” Ready was an understatement.

  “Then, my pet, strip.”

  Isla blinked. He stood straight and stared at her. Testing her determination maybe? Was naked necessary? Maybe not, but if he wanted her like that, then naked she would be. Slowly, and with more provocation than she knew she had, she moved her buttons from their holes. A hiss of exhaled breath from Gaspar, the glitter in his eyes showed that he was aroused by her actions. Spurred on by that, she wriggled her butt and slipped her shirt off her shoulders to let it slide to the floor, then undid her bra and dropped it on top of the shirt.

  “Fuck it, so fucking arousing and I’m as hard as a rock.” Gaspar moved his hands to the snap of his jeans. “I need you, bare ass uppermost, across my lap, like now. Last one naked is a wuss.”

  Iona laughed and unzipped her skirt to kick it away as at the same time, Gaspar kicked his jeans off and pulled his t-shirt over his head. They shucked underwear together as if they were in synchronicity.

  “Now, my pet.” Gaspar sat on the hard chair and beckoned to her. “Color?”

  “Green, Sir.”

  He let out a long whoosh of breath. “Thank goodness. Across my lap, please.”

  This was it. Isla counted to three. She could call red at any time. Carefully, and not without a lot of awkwardness, she bent down and wriggled until her clit rested across his thighs and her boobs hung pendulous and aching in the air.

  “Like this, Sir?”

  “Shit, Isla, pet, that is a sight to be revered and cherished,” Gaspar said in a strangled voice. “All that would make it better is for those luscious globes of your ass to be red and show my handprint. Are you ready to see if I can take you to your special place? To show you how to fly. Ready to embrace the pain and let it flow into pleasure?”

  “I am, Sir. Green and ready.”

  Brave words, and she wasn’t so sure she meant them as the first, firm touch of his hand on her ass brought tears to her eyes. It did fucking hurt. The soft rub of his palm over the spot he’d spanked her helped a little, but… sod it, I cannot cry red after one spank. I will not.

  “Okay?”

  “Still green.” Dammit, was she a wuss? Not anymore. “Really green,” she added.

  “Then count to five.”

  Smack.

  “O…One.”

  Then that erotic stroke over her skin and… “Two … three…” It didn’t hurt, it stung. “Four … five… Oh…”

  “More, my pet?”

  “Sir, oh please, yes, Sir.”

  He laughed softly. “Soon you’ll fly, and I’ll hold onto you, Keep you safe…”

  Chapter Six

  Watching his pet fly was the most cock-hardening, pre-cum inducing thing ever. Gaspar sat on the settee with his little subby curled up on his lap. He’d covered her with a blanket and made her sip some water and nibble some chocolate, before he’d cuddled her close and watched her as she murmured “nice … love…” and drifted off to sleep.

  She might be all soft and comfortable. Gaspar certainly was not. His dick was still in fuck mode, his bear growling to get out, or at least mate and make her his, and every bloody nerve of his body screaming for release.

  Comfortable—not. Content? Sort of. Determined to show her how they meshed? Definitely. Ready to take his time? Reluctantly. Gaspar rested his chin on the top of her head and wondered how the rest of the day would pan out.

  However, there was one thing he knew and accepted. He’d wait as long as it took for them to be truly mated.

  It wasn’t that many minutes later before she stirred, blinked, and a slow smile spread over her face. “I didn’t dream it, did I? You spanked me, I flew into sub space, and you held me until now?”

  He nodded. “You were magnificent, my pet.”

  She giggled. “Good, but something is up.”

  “It is?” he asked, puzzled. “What?”

  She slid off his lap and onto her knees and slowly, almost reverently touched the pre-cum slicked tip of his cock. “This is, Sir.”

  He laughed ruefully. “True, but it’s not important. Your welfare is.”

  “Then, my Sir, my welfare will suffer if you don’t let me do something about your state of … hardness.”

  Gaspar could hardly breathe. Did she mean… “What do you suggest?” he asked huskily.

  Her expression was one hundred percent mischief. “May I show you, Sir?”

  “Are you truly certain, pet? I don’t want it to be senses overload or too much for you. We went deep, you’re my perfect sub, and oh so receptive. I don’t want to spoil it.”

  “Spoil it? Never.” Isla said. “Sir, I know you may be wary of taking me when I’m probably still in sub mode, but I’m fine. I want to do this. Can I show you what I want?”

  He nodded. “Be my guest.” But he still looked worried. Isla was determined to show him what he meant to her. What they as a couple could be. It didn’t matter she’d only known him a few hours; her body and mind accepted he was the one. And she allowed it seemed as if she’d known him for years.

  “I’ll say it once more, Sir. I’m green as grass sure. Or do I need to ask you what color you are?” she said with a smirk.

  He laughed and tapped her smarting-in-a-most-delicious-way ass. “Green, you little subby Dom, you. Go on then, my pet. I’m all yours.’

  Isla smiled and oh so slowly let her body slid down his, pleased they’d both undressed before her spanking. She gave up a prayer of thanks he’d suggested it.

  “Then I suggest we start like this.” She moved her finger, bent her head, and her mouth surrounded the head of his cock, just where her fingers had been.

  ****

  Shit, fuck, and bugger. Gaspar saw stars, swore his eyes crossed and his body went into spasms. Bloody, fucking amazing.

  She glanced up at him, still with his cock held fast between her lips, and raised her eyebrows.

  Gaspar nodded. He couldn’t speak. Then he managed to croak, “Perfect.”

  She seemed to take that as an indication to go more and began to lave him. Her full lips firmed and softened in turn, and, impossible though it seemed, his dick became even harder. Fuck, he was about ready to come. But shit, he wanted to come in her, not her in him.


  Gaspar tugged on her hair until she moved off him with a soft plop. Immediately he felt bereft, as if he’d lost something precious.

  “I need to come in you, this first time,” he said hoarsely. “Fuck you, fill you, and oh bollocks, no sodding condoms.” He hit his forehead with his hand. How on earth could he have been so short-sighted?

  Isla grinned. “Subby preparedness rule number one. In my skirt pocket. Hopefully not out of date.” Gaspar swore he’d never moved so fast in his life. Within a minute he’d found it, used it, stretched Isla out on the sofa, and was poised to enter her.

  “Fuck, love, I can’t go slow, I’m almost breaking in two, ready to come and hell… bloody hell, are you sure?”

  She’d taken hold of his cock, held him tight, lifted her hips and guided him inside her channel.

  “Very sure. Now fuck me fast, my Sir. I need you.”

  That was one demand he had no problem with. Gaspar lunged deep into her cunt and began the ride of his life.

  She matched him, push and squeeze until he knew he couldn’t hold on any longer.

  Isla screamed. “Now … argh. Yes, yes, argh…” Her voice trailed off as she sobbed. “Oh, oh, yes…”

  “Yes,” Gaspar roared the word, saw stars, and gave one last hard thrust and came. It was a wonder he didn’t split the condom with the force of his ejaculation. “Mine. Mine…”

  It was all he could manage.

  Five minutes later, Gaspar did his best to get breath back into his lungs. He felt as if he’d run a marathon, backwards, with weights on his legs. Climbed the Matterhorn, danced the night away … or all of those together.

  He felt fucking fan-tas-tic.

  “W-wow,” Isla wheezed as his softened cock slid out of her and he moved slowly backward to drop a kiss on her nose. “I’m wiped.”

  “My mate, you are magnificent.”

  “You were. That was…” Isla looked up at Gaspar. “Why are your eyes amber and glowing?”

  “Ah. Hold on let me clean us up, we’ll get dressed and I’ll explain.” Gaspar took hold of Isla’s hand and walked into the tiny washroom and stiffened. Hold on.

  Shit, we just did the beast with the two backs when anyone could have come in. Even though the room wasn’t open to the shop he hadn’t thought to lock the salon door.

  “I bloody forgot to lock the door,” he said gruffly. “Anyone could have come in. I’m not into exhibitionism.”

  “Nor me,” Isla said cheerfully as she stood still to let him wash her where needed. “Just as well no one did then.” She began to get dressed again. “I hate bras. We’ll remember next time, eh?”

  And that, he thought, was another reason to love her. No recriminations, just a loving, “we’ll remember next time”.

  “Leave it off, your bra.”

  Isla shook her head. “Not when I have to go outside. The girls are too big for that.”

  “The perfect handful.” Gaspar tucked his t-shirt into his jeans. “Okay, coffee and confession time.”

  He led the way back into the other room.

  “I’ll never be able to look at this squishy sofa without going hot, cold, and all gooey.”

  He laughed. "Nor me, we might need to move it to our house when you come to me. You will one day, when you’re ready?”

  She smiled, and a gush of love filled her. “One day.” She wasn’t going to say soon, but she knew.

  “Right then, you know when I asked you about shifters and if you believed in them?” Isla nodded.

  “And I said I was one?”

  “Yeah, so.”

  “Well.” He didn’t get any further. The shop door banged open, and two whirlwinds erupted into the room followed by a harassed looking woman who, Isla decided, had to be Gaspar’s sister. The resemblance was obvious.

  “My sister, Silvi,” he said under his breath. “And my nephews.”

  The whirlwinds turned out to be identical boys of around ten years old. “Gaspar, you gonna shift and come play?”

  “Not now, boys.”

  “Tommy, I told you.” Silvi’s voice was full of apology. “Never ask that in front of others.”

  “But, Mum, she’s his mate, I can tell, so she must know. And anyway, Joey is, so why can’t Gaspar?”

  Isla looked from one twin to the other and gulped. That child looked almightily like a bear cub … and hadn’t Gaspar been inking bear cubs on that bloke’s arm?

  What if he was telling the truth? She’d made love with a bear? Fucked a bear?

  Oh shoot.

  No, not shoot… But what next?

  “Joey, no.”

  The child turned and grinned. Tiny fangs, glowing eyes and claws. Yeah claws. The kid—cub?—stopped in his tracks and glowered. “But why not?”

  “It’s neither the time or the place,” Gaspar said kindly, but firmly. “How often have you been told that? If you don’t listen, learn and follow the rules there will be no shifting until you’re of age. Get it?”

  The half bear morphed back into a young boy, with tears in his eyes. “Sorry.”

  “Good. Remember to be and all will be well.”

  “I’m sorry, we only called in to invite you to dinner tomorrow,” Silvi said.

  Gaspar hugged her. “We’ll be there, won’t we, Isla?”

  Did he sound worried. Isla made haste to reassure him.

  “We will.” She watched as the three trooped out. Gaspar followed, and she heard the snap of the shop door lock.

  Isla swallowed and cleared her throat as Gaspar returned and stared at her, wariness uppermost in his expression. “Er, did I really see what I thought I saw? Is this for real, or am I dreaming? Pinch me.”

  He did, and she jumped. “Ow, that hurt.”

  “You asked,” Gaspar pointed out.

  “Yeah.”

  “So, can you explain that?”

  He nodded. “I can, but will you believe me?”

  “It depends. I kept hearing growls, and had no idea why.”

  He nodded. “Me, I dreamed of you. Heard you in my dreams and got hard and wanting.” He cleared his throat. “Came in my dreams, but never ever saw your face. Then when you came into the shop I knew. It was you. My future.”

  “Aww.” She looked at him, eyes wet. “That’s so perfect. But why not my face?”

  He shrugged. “Evidently it wasn’t the time.”

  “Now it is.”

  Gaspar nodded.

  “Thank goodness. I needed time to become me again. I’m so glad I did. You’re everything I need and want, my Sir.”

  “I had no idea that the attraction would be so instant, so deep, so meaningful, or mutual.”

  She grinned. “Nor me. Boy, am I glad I saw your advert.”

  “You walked into the shop and wham. My bear told me. ‘This is our mate. Our fulfilment’.”

  She grinned. “Even though I can’t shift?”

  He nodded. “Does that worry you? It doesn’t me. You’re mine. Our kids might be cubs or they might not. But they will be ours and loved. When you’re ready I’m here for you, however you want. Mated, married, or living together. My wish is our wish.”

  “What more do we need?” Isla asked as she curled up next to him.

  “Nothing. We’ve got all we will ever want need and desire. I love you.

  “And I love you.”

  Inside Isla two little shapes stirred. Their parents might not know it yet, but they had them as well.

  However they turned out, they knew they’d be wanted and loved. Amazing what an unnoticed hole in a condom could do.

  And they were.

  The End

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  BONUS SAMPLE CHAPTER

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  Sample Chapter

  “Boss, you might wanna check this out.” Gabriel Henshaw’s earpiece crackled, and frowning, he looked up at the monitors, which made up one side of his office. A quick scan of them didn’t show anything unusual. Business as usual in his various establishments. He smirked at Ange’s grinding down on her latest conquest. The fucker was too far gone to notice she’d just relieved him of his wallet.

  Bad, bad girl.

  Angela, though no one ever called her that, was getting on a bit—at almost forty her days as a stripper were numbered—but she was a professional and Gabe could respect that. His amusement grew, when he saw her take out several notes out of the police commissioner’s wallet before she stuffed the thing back in his pocket. That right there was why he hadn’t sacked her yet, even though some of his staff had expressed worrying concerns about her lately. He’d have to run a fresh background check on her soon to be on the safe side, but for now she’d stay. As far as he knew, she never took advantage, just helped herself, and the men were never the wiser.

  Besides, Gabe enjoyed taking her tight little cunt for a ride himself. Ange knew the score, never clung, unlike some of the younger bimbos who crossed his path and thought they could keep him. Or worse still, reform him. Gabe chuckled to himself. He hadn’t met a bit of pussy yet, which would have convinced him to settle down, and he’d lost count how many he’d known intimately over the last forty-nine years of his leaving his mark in London’s shady underbelly.

  No one messed with Gabe and lived to tell the tale, let alone someone who owed him money like … what the fuck was Andrini doing now?