Werebeasties

by Lizzie Lynn Lee

  David lifted his drink in a toast and took a delicate sip. “If I knew the answer to all life’s mysteries, I wouldn’t be here talking to you right now, my friend.”

  * * * *

  The dress was too tight around the chest, making it hard to breathe. Sam studied the mirror with a frown. She looked ridiculous in this outfit. Cheesy and slutty. When she remembered why she’d ended up in the mansion in the first place, she bit back her pride and swallowed it whole.

  Yes, I’m a slut, but I’m doing it for a sound reason.

  She couldn’t lose the house she’d grown up in just because she’d made a wrong choice and married a jackass. And no one is going to find out what I’m doing. She’d told her neighbours and her parents that she was going to Vegas to raise the money she owed on the divorce. Her old friend had recruited her as a blackjack dealer and she’d get paid by commission. And to Jared, she had simply told him to shut up and just wait for the money at the end of the month.

  Sam twirled around and saw her barely covered ass in the mirror. The gown was short enough that if she bent down to pick something up, she would show off her glorious panties.

  Panties.

  After a hot bath, she had put on her own Kmart panties. Hauser had told her to wear matching undergarments to dinner. Sam swivelled and headed to the bedroom dresser. She pulled out a drawer. It contained lacy underwear and thongs. The second drawer was filled with sexy padded bras, bustiers and corsets. The third drawer had stockings, fishnets and ultra-expensive hosieries. Sam whistled while rummaging for the matching panties and stockings, feeling impressed. These lingerie came from the famous catalogues that she could never afford, or dream of wearing. Sam picked a pink lacy thong and a matching pair of stockings. They were made from some kind of soft lace that just glided and fitted snugly as if her second skin. No cheap stuff like the ones she usually bought. She took off her panties and changed them for the pink lacy ones.

  She went back to the vanity to put on some finishing touches. Her makeup was in place, not overly done. Her hair was curled and arranged artfully on top of her head. She had never watched the anime Chobits. She just guessed and hoped she would get it right.

  The clock showed it was eight o’clock. Time for dinner. Sam slipped on a pair of pink Mary Jane shoes and padded towards the door.

  * * * *

  David had finished his second martini when Samantha arrived in the dining room. She was wearing the outfit that Adam had told her to don. She was totally adorable. The pink Lolita dress complemented her pale skin, and her fiery, flaming red hair contrasted against the whole ensemble. She didn’t wear too much makeup and she didn’t need to. Only dark eyeliner to accentuate her large, almond-shaped violet eyes, and she had rouged her sensual lips with red lipstick.

  “Hello. I’m Samantha Knight.”

  David rose from his seat and pulled out a chair for her to sit. She settled in nervously. She glanced around as if she wanted to ask why they were the only people in the dining room.

  “Adam has business to attend to tonight and Calvin will arrive tomorrow evening from LA,” he explained. “My name is David Strauss.” He stuck out his hand.

  Sam shook it. Her palm was dainty and soft to touch.

  His tiger became restless at their skin contact. Adam was right. This woman’s scent was irresistible. Like a tigress in heat. David ordered his inner beast to calm down and his cock to behave. He’d had an instant hard-on the moment he’d caught her scent.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Mr Strauss.”

  “Likewise. Champagne?”

  “Uhm…sure…”

  Nigel appeared at the right moment, bringing a bottle of perfectly chilled Salon Blanc de Blancs and pouring it into tall, fluted glasses. At five hundred bucks per pop, David wanted to impress Samantha with a good selection of wine during dinner.

  Samantha sipped the champagne and cringed. She looked guilty when he caught the expression on her face. “It’s too strong for me. I’m sorry.”

  Maybe he should have ordered Nigel to bring her a glass of chocolate milk instead.

  She turned to Nigel. “If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, I’ll just have a glass of water, please.”

  David found her very innocently cute. It had been a long time since he’d had a date who wasn’t the type that rambled about the wine, the arts and gossiping about the other socialites. David dated out of necessity. Need for sex and to manage his persona in front of his clients and colleagues. The relationships usually didn’t last long. David avoided the night stay, which some women found insulting. They thought David was one of those wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am types. They didn’t know about his need to night shift. Or his tendency of being dangerous when his beast took over and reigned free.

  Nigel inclined his head. “Certainly, miss.” He put the bottle into the ice bucket and glided into the kitchen.

  “Not a social drinker?” David asked.

  “Alcohol gives me heartburn.”

  David chuckled. “You are fascinating.” His tiger agreed. It sniffed, scented and approved. She made his blood boil with lust and at the same time, she soothed him. His tiger couldn’t wait to break out of his skin, wanting to be petted personally by those pale, long-tapered fingers of hers.

  “I am?” She widened her eyes as if she wasn’t sure his compliment was sincere.

  “You are. Shall we start dinner?”

  “Yes, of course.”

  When Nigel came with her glass of water, David nodded at the butler. “We’re ready.”

  Chapter Three

  Samantha knew all of her employers were young, but she hadn’t guessed that David Strauss would be this…beautiful. She thought that Adam Hauser was drop-dead gorgeous, but David. Oh my God. Her knees weakened the moment those light amber eyes settled on hers. His stare was hypnotising—she found herself wanting to melt into a puddle of goo.

  Like Adam, he was also very tall. And he must be toned, too, judging from his imposing figure. Broad shoulders, tapered waistline. He was dressed in a crisp, expensive designer suit. His hair was light and he wore it rather long, the silvery strands of spun silk striking against the black fabric. He had a patrician nose and high cheekbones and lips that were almost too sensual for a man.

  Samantha had felt as if she had just woken from a dream when he’d pulled a chair for her to sit down. Adam Hauser was handsome. David Strauss was inhumanly angelic. She had a feeling that Calvin Neutzel wouldn’t be far behind. They were all young, rich and good-looking. What was their problem? Why would they resort to hiring her as their sexual entertainment? She wasn’t exactly a turning-heads type. Was there something wrong with them?

  She sipped her water until Nigel brought in the first course. It was some kind of shrimp wrapped in pastry and drizzled with herb-scented sauce. Whatever it was, it tasted delicious. They ate in silence. David seemed to be the type of person who didn’t want to talk during dinner, so Samantha kept her mouth shut and just enjoyed the food.

  Nigel kept bringing dish upon dish until she couldn’t eat another bite. When the butler declared it was dessert time, she thought she was going to burst. Her gown bustier had squeezed her diaphragm to the max. She couldn’t eat as much as she wanted to.

  Nigel served David dessert. A rectangular chocolate cake layered with mousse and cream adorned the middle of the square plate. “I have a sweet tooth,” he confessed. “I couldn’t let a day go by without something delicious and sweet.”

  “Really?”

  “Aren’t you going to eat that?”

  Samantha stared at her plate with regret. If David allowed her out of this deathly contraption called a bustier, she might have room for a spoonful of the cake. “Maybe I’ll have a taste.”

  “Good. Then come over here.”

  “Sir?”

  David pushed his chair back slightly and patted his lap. “Come here,” he repeated.

  She shot straight from her seat before her thoughts fully registered into her mind. She edged t
owards David and settled in his lap awkwardly. David circled an arm around her waist and drew her closer. Her heart fluttered. Warmth radiated from him. He smelt nice. The fresh-laundered scent of his shirt. The masculine-scented soap he had used. Tangerine. Cinnamon? Anyway, David smelt seductive and sexy.

  Their gazes held and David smiled. Sam wanted to fan herself. She had never met a man like David or Adam in person. They were elegant and refined and everything about them demonstrated high taste. Unlike Jared or her co-workers in the factory, who were fond of beer, football and making toilet jokes.

  David ran his hand over her dress. From her shoulder. Bustier. Belly. Thigh. He seemed to like the pink stockings. David hitched the hem of her gown up to the hips. He craned his neck forward as if he wanted to see if her panties matched the rest of her ensemble. A purr of satisfaction rolled out from his throat when he found her dressed the way he liked. She stiffened unintentionally. David touched her panties. Slipped his fingers on her mons and down to the hood of her sex. She moistened.

  “Nice.”

  He muttered to himself, sounding thoroughly pleased with her reaction.

  He grabbed the fork and cut the cake. “Try it. It’s Chantilly cake. Sweet coconut cream. Light gateau. Morgan makes the best Chantilly cake around.”

  “Morgan?”

  “Our cook.”

  “Oh.” Sam took a bite off the proffered fork. “Mmm.” It was sublime. She usually didn’t care for coconut, but this was incredible. The sweet cream was smooth, basking her palate with satiny consistency that tasted beyond scrumptious. She was full, but she had more room for the cake.

  “Good?” David’s eyes shone.

  She nodded.

  “Delicious. Like you.” David put the fork down and collected a big dollop of the Chantilly cream with his fingers. Instead of putting them into his mouth, he smeared the cream on the exposed skin between her shoulder and her neck. David made a hungry purring sound and licked her.

  “Oh.” A surge of heat swept through her body. His lick was devastatingly good. Paralysing pleasure coiled at the base of her spine. David mumbled something she didn’t understand. But from the sound of it, he liked the way her body responded to his seduction. He withdrew his fingers.

  David eased forward and cleared the table with his arm. The beautiful china and glasses hit the floor and shattered. Sam wanted to ask what the hell he was doing, but she restrained herself at the very last second. David could do what he wanted with his expensive china, though Sam thought it was a waste of freaking money.

  He snatched her waist. David lifted her and propped her on the table, facing him. She shivered. A little fear. But mostly thrill. She felt, somehow, that David had changed. No more calm and calculated David. The David before her was ferocious with hunger.

  Those amber eyes of his had also changed. Sam just realised that so far, two of her employers had the same light, honey-coloured eyes. But David’s were lighter. Flecks of gold in his eyes seemed to sparkle. Burning with lust. The blond lashes surrounding them intensified his hypnotic golden gaze.

  David lunged and crushed his lips onto hers. The kiss was hard and full of hunger. The kind that demanded her complete surrender. Her brain went to mush and her bones melted like Jell-O. She moaned, clutching the lapels of his jacket suit. He slid his tongue between her lips. She opened. David plunged his tongue inside the cavern of her mouth, devouring, kissing her like no man ever had before. He nibbled her lip, sucking the succulent flesh. The way he kissed her was as if he was living, breathing through her. His soul poured, his wants seeped into her skin. Her mind muddled. He finally gave her a chance to draw a breath.

  Sam gulped a lungful of air. Her chest almost burst from lack of oxygen. “Mr Strauss…”

  “Too rough?”

  “No, I’m just…”

  David ambushed her with another mind-muddying kiss. Her toes curled from her pleasure as he sucked her tongue amorously. She lolled in his arms, feeling drugged and delirious. She couldn’t believe he made her like this simply with a kiss.

  A thick cloud of ecstasy shrouded her head. She heard the fabric tear. David ripped the strap of her bustier. Her breasts spilled out. He leant down and took a nipple in his mouth. David trapped her hard bud between the roof of his mouth and his tongue, sucking her as if she was the most delicious treat. She yowled.

  Deep, drawing pleasure knotted from the depth of her sex, cadenced with the rhythm of his sucking. She fisted his hair. Sam gasped for air.

  The tip of his tongue traced her areola before rubbing the crown of her nipple, the most sensitive part of her breast. He scraped his teeth against her skin, leaving red marks of his conquest. She didn’t care. She didn’t want the bliss to end. Her body quivered. David released her nipple with a loud pop. She jerked. Her moan turned into a halted scream. He sucked her unmolested nipple. David, she wanted to call his name, the man who gave her such unbelievable pleasure. She didn’t say it. She wanted to. His name felt as sacred as a Buddhist sutra. She chanted it secretly, silently, as he dragged her deeper into a vortex of ecstasy she had never ventured into, never tasted, never experienced in her life.

  “Mr Strauss…” she croaked after David had taken his fill of her breasts.

  “Yes, pretty?” David’s voice no longer sounded cool. Every syllable coming from his mouth dripped with unmistakable lust.

  “I…” Sam didn’t know what to say. All she knew was that she was lusting over her boss, wanting him as badly as she needed her next breath. She wanted to return the favour. Touch him. Take him. Please him.

  She ran her hands over his chest, belly, and further downwards. She noticed his bulging arousal. Sam touched him without his permission. His cock seemed to jump at first touch, begging to be released from its containment. The muscles around his jugular corded. His jaw twitched and a low growl whispered that sounded inhuman.

  “Let me see you,” she begged.

  David snatched her wrists and held her steady. “Relax, kitten. I’m not finished with you.”

  Sam sighed her disappointment as David ripped off the rest of her outfit. Adam was right. David liked to tear her clothes as if he was unwrapping a birthday present he couldn’t wait to see. Especially her panties and stockings. She looked down with dismay. They were such pretty clothes. Now they were nothing but a heap of pink fabric on the floor.

  David parted her legs wider. One hand on her pussy, he stroked his fingers along her wet seam.

  She flinched. “Mr Strauss…”

  “Shh. Relax and tell me how good this feels.”

  David found her opening. He pushed a finger inside. Her abundant juices made it easy for him to slip in and out.

  Sam moaned. He inserted a second finger. She felt full. Stretched in the most pleasant way. David made a scissoring motion before he curved his fingers upward, feeling her as if he tried to discover her most innermost secret. She fidgeted at first. Her fidgeting turned into thrashing. He hit one particular spot that made her want to come so badly. He seized her in a tight embrace the moment she jerked with frustration. She wound her arms around his neck.

  He brushed his lips on hers, whispering, “Come for me, pretty.”

  His breath seared her cheek. Her body trembled with her excitement. David had barely petted her a dozen strokes when a hard climax hit her. She came. His name was half-frozen in her throat. Her body stretched out in her pleasure. David found her lips and kissed her as he withdrew his fingers from her sex. He broke the kiss and fumbled with his belt and zipper. Sam wanted to help him disrobe, but he barked a short warning.

  “Stay.”

  Sam stilled.

  David yanked open his pants and shoved down his briefs. His cock sprang free. Before she had a chance to take a good look at it, David had already grabbed her hips and penetrated her.

  She screamed his name as the fat crown of his cock speared her opening. She clawed her fingers on his shoulders, not caring if she ruined his expensive designer suit. The pleasure was bey
ond words. He thrust in until his cockhead kissed the mouth of her womb. It stretched her more than his fingers had. It took her a moment to get used to being impaled by a cock his size. David moved. It wasn’t tender, strawberry-and-chocolate sex, although they’d started that way. David fucked like an animal. He pounded her with short, fast strokes that obliterated her mind. Sharp, gut-deep pleasure burst in her depths, engulfing her in a tornado of adulterated rapture.

  He lowered his head and plastered his mouth on hers, kissing her hard and greedily, tongue fucking her mouth as savagely as his cock ravaged her pussy. David slammed a dozen more strokes. The pleasure gathered again. She tensed.

  Sam tore her mouth from David’s, indulging herself in a scream. The second orgasm hit her hard, tearing her sanity to pieces. David didn’t stop while she was climaxing. He kept battering her with a torrent of vicious fucks until the third orgasm tore through her. For a moment, Sam was oblivious to her surroundings. Three orgasms in a row was the max. She was ready to collapse and sleep for twelve hours straight.

  But David hadn’t come. His cock was still hard inside her. Unspent. He had remarkable stamina.

  “You didn’t…?” Sam asked. Quite surprised. Usually, it took Jared fifteen seconds to come and then snore his head off.

  David only laughed. “You can’t finish me this fast. I love fucking.”

  “God.”

  He pulled out his cock and lifted her in his strong arms. “Let’s go to your room. I’ll show you I can be tender, too.”

  * * * *

  Adam found David bright-eyed in his office the next morning. He didn’t need to ask if David had had a good time last night. A huge grin plastered on his friend’s face was evidence enough. Adam felt compelled to ask anyway.

  “That good?”

  “That good.”

  “How does she fare?”

  “I spent the night with her.”

  Adam perked up.

  David continued, “It’s”—he made a wild gesture with his hand—“fucking crazy. I’ve never felt like I was myself again since the day we were turned. No constant worry of losing control…”