He stood, watching her stretch out on the bed, admiring the slope of her back, the curve of her ass, the delicate arch of her feet as she settled down comfortably on her stomach. Moving to stand over her, he took his time just staring, admiring, drinking her in and leaving her to wonder what his plans were for her.

"You are such a naughty girl most times." he growled, laying one gloved hand against her back, just between her shoulderblades before he ran it up to her nape, then down the curve of her spine. "Always beggin' for a spanking. I don't think you understand how cold the dead can be...how much I love spankin' that pretty little ass, tellin' you what to do."

He let his hand still against the small of her back, a heavy weight, cool through his glove as he shifted to kneel on the bed, one knee pressing into the mattress, the leather of his jeans and his long coat brushing against her thigh and hip as he used the leverage to lean down, low voice vibrating in her ear.

"The dead can't love, little mage...but I'm not as sweet as most dead men. I like power, I like to be obeyed. I like it when pretty little girls get off on being mine the way you do." He drew a breath he didn't need and sighed, the sound husky and hungry and borderline erotic as it melted into a low, satisfied growl just before he slid his hand over ass and smacked it again, a hard slap that rang out in the room.

"You got no idea what it does to me when you beg me for more of that..."