Page 38 of Clawed
“Better.”His voice thundered over her like a message from the gods, his tone intentionally hard.“But after your distraction, my food is cold.”He tutted as he returned to his chair.“You can expect to pay for that error later, too.”
She stilled at his thinly veiled threat, her breath speeding up as she resumed the challenge of chasing around the pieces of food.All it had taken was a little impetus to get her started.Surveying her from the table, he was pleased she seemed perfectly at home over her bowl.
Her bowl.
Collared, compelled, and chasing bacon around the pet dish, Hannah was fitting in just the way he’d hoped.
Lawes finished his plate of food, but his concentration was squarely on the panting woman on her knees by his feet.By the time he’d slipped the final piece of egg into his mouth, his appetite was largely satiated, replaced by a different kind of hunger.Placing down his knife and fork, he shifted forward to run his palm over the curve of her ass.
“No,” he barked when her head rose from the bowl.“Don’t stop unless you’ve finished your food.”
Her focus fell immediately, the metal of the D-ring clinking against the dish as her body inched away from his caress, chasing the bowl along the floor.Reaching for her, he squeezed her delectable cheek before offering the orb a playful slap.There was no doubt his little girl was made for the life he was curating for her.Even if she wasn’t willing to admit her desire yet, her body had always revealed the extent of her longing.
“I’m finished, Mr.Lawes, sir.”Her voice rasped.“Thank you.”
The way she refused to lift her head conveyed how wonderfully agonizing the admission was for her.For a woman who’d been planning her date with Saul less than one day before, the reality of having to thank him for the meal from her pet bowl must have been a bewildering fall from grace.
“You’re welcome.”
He patted her rump, physically fighting the urge to run his fingertips along her cleft and discover for himself just how much she’d enjoyed the experience.He could have done so—he was at total liberty to help himself to any and all parts of the woman at his feet—but he held back, certain he’d revel in her magnificence all the more for the delay.Delayed gratification wasn’t only something he forced Hannah to endure; it was a tool he employed for himself as well.
Soon, he’d have her bound in some delightful way.That was when he’d not only punish her for her recent performances but also when he’d consider enjoying the pleasure of their reunion.
That was when she’d truly be his again.
“Time to clean you up.”The mere thought of how magnificent that undertaking would be curled his lips.“Pass me your bowl, little girl.”
Shifting on her knees, one of her delicate hands reached for the dish that had tormented her, passing it to him without meeting his eyes.He placed it on his plate, making a mental note to return and tidy up the kitchen later.Her head was still lowered when he turned, but it was clear she could see him from beneath her lashes, her breaths becoming labored as his shoes neared her knees.
“On your feet now.”He thrust a palm in her direction, relishing the flurry of expressions that lit up her face when her attention finally rose.
“Mr.Lawes?”Puzzlement flashed in her beautiful gaze as she eyed his fingers.Apparently, she was more used to the hand delivering pain than offering help.
“Take my hand.”His index finger beckoned her impatiently.
Wordlessly, she complied, her cool hand gripping his digits as she rose to her feet.
“You’re cold, little girl.”
A flicker of concern washed over him at the statement.Her temperature, much like her hunger and her cleanliness, was his responsibility, yet the systems and routines he and Fuller had once established to fulfill those needs seemed foreign to him.
“A little.”She nibbled at her lower lip as if telling the truth would only land her in more trouble.
Frowning at her confession, he ensured the handle of the leash was wrapped around his wrist before he strode to the wall and turned up the dial of the thermostat.She stumbled forward after him, her breasts bouncing beautifully as he spun to enjoy the look of her.
“That will warm the place up.”He’d be heating her up soon enough.One way or the other.
“Aside from the temperature, how are you doing, little girl?”His tone was sardonic as he tightened the leash and insisted she press against him.
She was clearly distressed, confused, and unsure about everything he’d managed to inflict on her so far, but if he knew her at all—and he believed he did—she’d be worrying more about what was yet to come.
“I don’t know what you want me to say, Mr.Lawes, sir.”Averting her gaze to the buttons of his shirt, she avoided his attention.
“I want you to tell me the truth.”Lifting one finger to prop under her chin, he demanded she look at her master.“Just like you did about the temperature.I always want your honesty.”
Her eyes fluttered at his explanation.“I don’t know how I’m doing, Mr.Lawes, sir.That’s the truth.”
He laughed softly at her confounded expression, willing to bet there were a thousand emotions warring in her head.She’d be upset that he’d taken her and was still trying to figure out how culpable she was by reaching out to Saul online, but she’d also be concerned about what he was planning.Then there was the complicated web of aroused feelings she’d have been managing.He knew precisely what made her naughty pussy wet, and he was prepared to prove it by using each and every one of them against her.
