Page 49 of Brazen

I tossed my hat on the dresser and went full Dom. I knew from experience that taking charge removed the awkwardness of a sexual encounter and allowed my partner to relax and receive. Clio was my mate though. I’d be having sex with her and only her for the rest of my life. I didn’t want to mess things up because they were fucking perfect already.

“You must want a spanking,” I growled after quietly shutting the door.

Clio’s lips parted. Her eyes darkened.

I set the glasses also on her dresser and filled them with the sparkling wine. “Did I say you should leave your bra and panties on?”

I kicked off my boots and shucked my shirt then moved the two glasses on the nightstand.

Clio still didn’t answer. Didn’t move. The scent of her arousal grew stronger–her panties must be soaked.

I gripped her hip and eased her onto her belly, then stroked my palm all around her ass and down the backs of her legs. “These are pretty panties, though.” I brought my hand down to lightly slap her ass cheek.

I unhooked her bra, and she helped me slide it off her arms. “This should work fine to tie you up for your punishment.”

Clio twisted to look over her shoulder at me. Excitement flared in her eyes. She dragged her lower lip between her teeth. She didn’t say a word.

Sexy as fuck.

Mine.

“Let’s see…” I considered out loud. “Behind your back or above your head? Hmm…Let’s go with behind your back.” I grasped her wrists and twisted them behind her back, slowly, so I could sense any resistance. She offered none.

I quickly wound the bra around her wrists and tied the ends. “Mmm. That’s pretty. I like you at my mercy.” I slapped her other butt cheek then climbed over Clio, one hand gripping her ass possessively as I lowered my lips to her ear. “Did you at least get this pussy wet for me?” I growled, allowing my fingers to delve between her legs and stroke over the gusset of her panties. “Mmm… you did, didn’t you?” I slid my hand inside the back of her panties to stroke my middle finger through her juices.

Fuck, I’d never get tired of this pussy. Never.

She moaned and rocked on her belly. For some reason, it felt tragic that I’d been satisfying her all week, but this was the first chance I had to take my time.

I stroked to her clit, circling it to make her hips dance.

“But you still earned a spanking.”

I pulled her panties down to her thighs and slid my forearm under her hips to lift them eight inches from the bed. Just enough to make her ass the perfect target for my free hand. I delivered a series of sharp spanks, peppering her ass until my handprints stood out red on her pale skin.

“Oh my Gawd. Sam,” she panted.

There it was. I would never get over hearing her say my name in that breathy, needy voice. My wolf revelled in it. She was my mate. Satisfying her was my new primary goal in life.

I was losing control. Her panties ripped in half when I tried to get them off. I needed to dial back the aggression, or I might lose control. My wolf wanted to mark Clio with a desperation that was getting hard to fight.

“That’s right, Sparks. I’m the guy who makes you come every night, aren’t I?” I swung her hips around, so her feet rested on the floor, her torso still bent over the bed. When I unbuckled my belt, her head jerked around, eyes wide with a hint of panic.

I chuckled. “I’m just getting my cock out, unless you want a taste of the belt?”

“Nope. I’m good.” Her voice was husky. It seemed she liked the idea of pushing things, but a belt was a little too much for her.

Worked for me. What was hot for her was hot for me. It was my job to satisfy her now.

I fished a condom out of my pocket and unzipped to roll it on. The head of my cock lined up with her entrance.

“Aw, fuck,” I groaned as I slowly pushed into her. “You feel so good, Sparks. So hot and juicy for me.”

“Oh God.” Clio was already moaning, the bed stifling her sounds. My sweet mate was ready to come, just from her spanking.

I forced myself to take it slow, even though we both were ready to explode. I arced in and out of her with long, slow strokes.

“Faster. Harder,” Clio begged on a breathy whisper.