It was easy to slide out of the pretty cream dress he’d provided her with. When the frilly pink lace bra and panty set she bought in Paris came into view he growled. “Wait. I did not know you picked this to wear beneath. Keep it on.”
Basking in his open approval, she stretched and gave him a little pout. “You sure you don’t want me naked?”
“Do not move.”
She froze with her hands above her head, pressed to the glass while she basically dared him to fuck her. With her boots still on, she tipped her ass up just the slightest bit and Dimitri sucked in his breath through his teeth. Instead of shedding his clothing and taking her, he took a step back and crossed his arms with a stern look. “I realize we have not begun any formal training, but I want you to know that in my home I demand a different level of control in the bedroom. I’ve never loved anyone before you and the level of control that I will need from you may be trying at times. I ask for your patience, because right now I fear that you will be taken from me if I let my guard down for one second. I need your submission to keep me sane.”
His raw honesty tore at her and she approached him slowly before sinking to her knees and kissing his feet softly before sitting up on her heels. “Yes, Master. I’m yours. I trust you.”
“I want to see my mark, stand up, turn around, take off bra and put hands on glass.”
She did as he commanded, her gaze once again turning to the view beyond the windows, “Master, can they see us?”
“Do you think I will let another covet what is mine?”
She laughed and shimmied her bra off. “No. I do not think you would allow that.”
“My girl is smart.” He stepped up behind her and lifted her hands up, placing her palms flat on the window. “The glass is specially treated so we can see out, but no one can see in. It even blocks infrared heat signatures and can jam any radio frequency.”
“Wow,” she whispered, her skin prickling as he lightly stroked his nails down her back.
“When I first saw this wolf,” Dimitri said softly, “I saw for the first time what I look like to you. I am humbled.”
Realizing he was tracing the tattoo design with his nails she smiled. “I felt so lost after I got back. So alone. I needed something, some kind of mark that wouldn’t fade that would reflect what had happened between us. It made me feel better to know my wolf was protecting my back.”
He sucked in a quick breath. “I am so sorry you got hurt, Rya.”
“No, no, don’t be silly.” She looked over her shoulder at him. “Are we going to fuck or what?”
His eyes grew wide before his shock was replaced with a smirk. “Such a bad girl, topping from the bottom.”
The urge to stick her tongue out was huge, but before she could he gave her a sharp slap on her butt that left her gasping. “Holy hell. That hurt.”
“Bad girls don’t get nice spankings, little Rya. Bad girls get punished.”
Her ever kinky libido ramped up at his dirty talk. “What if I’m only a little bit bad?”
His reply came in the form of a hard slap against her ass that gave a satisfying crack before the pain heated her butt. “Shit.”
“Mmmmm, such a lovely ass. You have no idea how good it feels to rub up against all of your softness.” He pressed his groin to her and she moaned aloud at the feeling of his bare cock pressing against her slit.
“Please, Master,” she whispered and tried to hold as still as possible.
“Look at how well you behave when you want something,” he said in a chiding voice, keeping his cock poised at her entrance but not moving. “So eager to please, for now.”
He smacked her ass, hard three times in a row and by the third strike she screamed.
“What, zaika moya, is too hard? You were begging for my punishment, I merely obliged.”
When he rubbed his hand on her bottom she hissed, “Hurts.”
“Then let me make it feel better.”
He knelt behind her and began to lick her bottom, his beard brushing painfully against her burning skin. Damn he had big hands, that shit hurt. When he started to lick right next to her pussy she locked her body in place, wanting so bad to move enough to encourage his mouth on her wet sex. As if sensing her thoughts his tongue teased along one side of her labia, a soft stroke that had her going up on her tip toes.
Dimitri smacked her ass and she sank down again, crying out as he slid his tongue into her pussy and licked.
He pulled back and she almost fell before he pulled her down onto the thick, ultra soft carpet. His gaze locked with hers and he licked his lips slowly, her arousal still gleaming on his skin. As she watched he cleaned his face with his thumb, eating every bit of her cream that he could. By the time he was done she was one good thigh press away from climaxing. Holy hell, he destroyed her with pleasure.