Chapter 8: She Won't Escape

Rameric's POV:

If all the desires of my wildest of dreams, this reality, the one I was currently taking part in, was the last thing I honestly thought would have even been possible.  Here I am, standing here, in the water of my personal bathing basin, with my mate hovering in the water just below.  This is not how I thought this day would have gone at all.  Then, as I looked around the room trying to revel in the moment I found myself, I remembered the fact that my newly found and intended mate had come to me.  She was sold off, by a wage greedy, selfish righteous, pathetic human.  One who I would consider to be more weak and insignificant than the slave she has found herself to be.  First, I was not proud to find myself in the slave trade, but it, among other things has gotten me into the position I find myself today.  

I continued to just stand there, looking at her, as she was starting to slowly move back away from me till her back touched the opposite side of the basin in front of me.  As she moved, she even slower, started to cross her arms in front of her so that I could no longer look upon her in admiration.  When she finally reached the opposite edge, I placed my hands on my hips, choosing to remain standing to see what she would do next.  I knew there was no way that she would be able to get away.  She won't escape from me.  I am too fast for the mere likes of her.  All of this did not stop the fact that all of her moves were very slow when she moved in the water.  

When she finally grabbed the reality of her situation, I could not help the smirk grow on my face as she covered her mouth with one hand.  It was obvious that she was either trying to prevent herself from making a sound, or, more of what I think she may have been thinking, she was trying to prevent something from entering her in the near future.  As I admired her antics, she may have been a slave, but I would say that she was decently built, I will give her that.  

"Well, do you have something to say," I could not help myself as I asked her, taking a step forward in the water, watching her jump upon my moving closer.  "Don't worry, I won't bite you ..., harshly ...!"

I then took that opportunity to lower myself down in the water and sit back against the opposite edge.  I even stretched my arms out along the edge of the basin, holding onto the edge with my hands as I reached my feet out toward her.  She tried to push herself away from the movement of my feet, but I knew her feeble attempts were poorly planned.  I was long enough, that when I sat down, all I had to do was stretch out a bit and my feet could almost reach the other side of this water basin.  I wrapped my legs around her waist and pulled her back closer to me, causing her hands to land firmly on my thighs under the water or her head was going to land on my chest again.  She was now seemingly closer to my face.  

"Don't be afraid to get close," I said as she looked up at me with fear evident in her eyes.  

She immediately looked away from my penetrating gaze.  I had no doubt that she could feel my aura of power, beaming out toward her, penetrating her every fiber.  Then I thought about her being my mate.  It was not all that common for werewolves to be mated to humans but it did happen from time to time.  However, for a Lycan Alpha to be mated to one, is practically unheard of.  I wanted to know what made her so special, I wanted to know what about her made Fate turn against me, making me her intended mate.  Did she feel anything at all?  

I stretched my head backward a bit and tightened the grip on my legs a bit.  I could not help the flexing on my relaxed member as well.  She seemed to enjoy the feeling of being brushed up against her stomach.  I felt a shudder of excitement run through me at that moment.  However, now was not the time for that.  When she felt my member flex, she tried to push herself off me, but as my legs were wrapped around her waist, there was no place for her to move away.  If she pulled herself out, she would be lower in the water and therefore closer to it.  Even if she tried to raise herself out of the water, she would give it what it was starting to want, to be closer to its counterpart.

I have been with other women before, but none have provided a drive in me as this situation is doing right now.  This is certainly an experience that I was not anticipating.  I then lowered my head as I looked back at her and she finally stopped trying to get out of my grip.  I then, moved both of my hands and grabbed each of her arms, just below her shoulders as I released my legs from around her waist once more.  I did wonder if she was feeling any kind of attraction to me, as I certainly was feeling toward her.  I knew these feelings were just the Mate Attraction and nothing more.  She was still just a slave after all. 

I lifted her up gently out of the water and moved her forward, closer to me to where she was now able to sit on my leg facing my lap with her legs resting in between my legs.  With one arm, I wrapped it around her back, as a deterrent to keep her from trying to get away from my grasp.  With my opposite hand, I reached outside the basin, grabbing something to wash her with.  I then placed it in my hand in front of her so she could admire the soap bar for herself.  She looked at it and then back to me.  I did not say anything but just watched her reactions for a few moments.  I wanted her to know this item was not going to hurt her.  After a moment she took the bar from me.  

"Wh-what is this, Master?" She asked me.