His molten eyes were on her and then she was tumbled on top of him. Her breath caught in her throat as she was splayed on his stomach. She wasn't at all used to this pose, or these directions but she was definitely getting the gist.
She restrained from flinching but couldn't help her eyes close tightly as he reached up and pressed on the wound over her eye. A subtle warning she would remember. A threat that if she didn't do what he wanted he could easily break her in.
Her ear flickered back to the pot over the fire then back to him as his paw drifted down her cheek. She couldn't help the subtle heated gasp as his paw wandered over her nose and throat.
He asked her if she knew what to do. The growing heat that stirred and bid her body respond was enough for her to know. But she had never had this type of control over it. She shifted her hips down his to rub her womanhood over him, and suddenly her back twinged and she flinched. Her face scrunched in pain, but she tried again, her limbs shook as the bruise in her back twinged and her shoulder trembled from the pain. She closed her eyes and held herself over him, trying to rub her tender spot over the heated tip of him enough for him to enter her.
As Flare's slave, he has full permission to do what he likes with her and enter any of Demelza's threads.