He smacked his hand down against her cheek. The slap seemed to reverberate throughout the room. He rubbed in the red mark.
“Do not disparage yourself to me,” he warned. “Or this becomes a punishment. Is this room soundproofed?”
“No,” she told him. Her voice was breathless. She liked having her ass massaged. “But the walls are thick and there’s no one in the room next to me.”
Good. But not perfect. He didn’t want to gag her, though. Not so early on.
“You’re going to have to stay quiet,” he told her, then smacked his hand down again. Her skin pinkened. It was delicate. Fragile. Like the woman herself. He knew she’d protest those two words being used to describe her. She had a big personality, but she was still small in stature. It wouldn’t take much to harm her.
He would take every care with her.
He ran his hand down the slit of her ass. Heard her gasp.
Smack! Smack!
She jolted but didn’t make a sound. Satisfaction filled him. She was a worthy partner and mate. He hadn’t been entirely certain, considering she was human. There were definite downsides. She would require more care. She-bears were almost as tough as their mates. She didn’t know their ways or traditions. A she-bear would have known her mates as they knew her. Gigi would need convincing.
He grinned. Which was why he was here. He smacked his hand down again. Rubbed. Smacked.
“Spread your legs.”
She whimpered.
He placed the next slaps on her lower buttocks, where they met the tops of her thighs. She jumped and squealed.
“Do as you’re told.”
She reluctantly spread her legs, he reached between them, cupped her heat. Moisture coated his palm. His cock, which should have been sated for some time, twitched and thickened. He wanted her. Badly. He gritted his teeth, knowing he couldn’t slide his shaft into that warm, slick pussy.
Fuck.
He ran his finger around her clit. Her breath came out on a gasp.
“S-Sawyer!” she cried out.
“Sh,” he told her, removing his hand.
“Please. Please.”
“Soon, baby. I want you to turn and sit on the armchair. Rest your legs over the arms.”
She sat and looked up at him.
“Now,” he told her sternly.
She placed her legs on the arms, spreading herself wide for him. His gaze focussed in on her puffy, slick lips, which were completely bare.
Perfect.
“Slide your ass to the edge. That’s it. Damn, that’s a pretty sight.”
“It is?”
Her face was flushed. Her hair was flowing down her shoulders in various shades of honey and sunshine.
“I haven’t seen anything more beautiful in my life. Have you got any scarfs?” He hadn’t thought to bring any supplies with him and now he cursed that miscalculation.
“Scarfs?”