My burning bottom sat over his kilt and stung. I rubbed it.
He flipped me over again.
“Obedience!” I screamed, and that got me back to sit on the kilt.
Okay, I’d live through this. I opened my mouth to protest the spanking, lie about how I needed to use another bathroom or just really anything that made sense at this awkward moment. But Mayhem stared at my chest, his eyes feral, his canines on full display with his upper lip lifted.
He leaned in and sniffed around my jugular.
Terrified now, I folded my hands in my lap. “Don’t eat me,” I said. I didn’t think it worked, because he licked over my beating pulse. “I won’t do it again, I swear. I’ll be the best…mouse ever. Don’t eat me.”
Mayhem grunted, sniffing his way from my neck to my collarbone. I put my hands on his shoulders. “You own me, and you said only idiots damage their property. Remember?”
During the run-and-capture ordeal, my makeshift shirt had fallen off. Mayhem leaned back and stared at my breasts as if seeing breasts for the first time. He didn’t take long to admire them. He swiped a tongue over one canine and leaned in to taste. Wetness and his tongue’s rough surface made my nipple tighten into a bud. He grunted, then moved on to my left nipple. This one he licked several times before returning to my right nipple. Heat pooled in my belly, traveled down, and dampened my panties.
I knew the moment he smelled it.
I knew it because his canines retreated as one hand parted my legs.
He leaned in to see between my legs, then swiped a thumb over my panty-clad entrance. He brought his finger up to his nose and sniffed. It made him smile. It made my face burn.
His thumb swiped over my entrance again, and then he hooked it under the panties and slid them down. When I closed my knees, he snarled and parted them again.
Okay, psycho.
At first, his thumb rubbed over my shaved mound, and I lay there unmoving, not speaking, because it was for the best. I admitted that when his thumb begun rubbing circles over my entrance and not touching my clit, I tilted my hips so that he might feel my swollen bud.
He did.
He pressed over it and rubbed.
I began to relax and enjoy what he did with his fingers, and I moaned, telling him so.
He flipped me over and tucked my legs so that I knelt.
I whipped my head around me to see him reaching for something.
He squeezed a bottle.
Clear liquid dripped into his palm.
With his other hand, he flicked a button, and his kilt fell to the ground. Mayhem’s cock stood proud and up all the way to his navel. At the sight of him all magnificent and big, I whimpered. He slid me a look and applied the clear liquid over his cock. Once done, he took my hips and pulled me back, then caged me with his big body. Mayhem asked, “Did you really think I’d hurt you?”
“Yes.”
“Good thinking. This is gonna hurt, but only today. Tomorrow, not so much. Day after tomorrow, you’ll ask me when I’ll do it again.”
He rubbed his thumb over my back hole. I paled, thinking he’d try to take me that way. He rubbed some more and tried to push it inside. I froze, clamped every muscle in my body.
He stroked my back. “Relax.”
Oh God, he was gonna penetrate my exit hole. Under him, I flipped over to lie on my back. Mayhem hovered over me but said nothing. He didn’t need a translator to tell him I didn’t want to have anal sex. As I’d traveled to his court to be sold at auction, I’d had enough time to prepare for this moment, the one where the beast who’d bought me would lie with me.
Mayhem’s jaw tightened as he struggled with my rejection. I presumed women hadn’t rejected him often. I recalled Paulina saying he’d pass me on. I didn’t want to be passed on for more reasons than the people back at the circus. Mayhem was a handsome beast who didn’t destroy what he owned. If given time, I’d learn how to handle him. The problem? The time was now. I had to get a handle on this.
I snuck a hand down my body, found my lips, and spread them. “Do you still wonder about the taste?”
Mayhem’s jaw worked, and his teeth descended again. He hovered over me, his orange eyes pale. “You tempt me.”
I lifted my head and kissed him. “Someone has to.”
His hand flew to the back of my neck and held my mouth to his. I could tell I bothered him, or at least my rejection bothered him. I opened my mouth to tell him I’d do it tomorrow, to tell him I’d sleep on it and that the idea of it had never actually crossed my mind. It seemed like something people did around here, but I hadn’t done it.
I said nothing because Mayhem kissed me back.
It was gentle.
It was kind.
And he tasted of mint, fresh and inviting.