Jinn followed her down, running his hands down her back and hooking his fingers around her shoulders, thumbs nudging at the nape of her neck. Audrey needed no further instruction. She bowed her head like she'd been made for it, spine arching beneath his fingers as he stroked his way back to her hips. He felt her shiver and read the desire in it, the need she couldn't conceal.
It didn't matter that the hotel had played a part in this. It would happen now with or without outside influence.
Jinn stroked his hand over her ass, his touch almost proprietary. He warned her not at all before the next slap, this one harsher than the first, designed to sting. In the pause that followed while her nerves jangled and her body tensed beneath his hand, Jinn kissed the small of her back. Then he struck her again. And again. His hands were broad, fingers thick and callused. He was ungentle with Audrey, but mindful of her hitching breaths, her moans, letting her squirming and her whimpers guide where he lingered and where he soothed.
Once, not by accident, he slid his fingers between her folds, gathering the slick he found there on his digits and using it to tease at her holes. Both of them. Penetrating neither, Jinn let her know he could. She was in his power here, entirely at his mercy.
That, at least, was the conceit.
He jerked her up with a hand in her hair. "Look at me. I would have your eyes on me." And when he had them, he flattened his palm over Audrey's right ass cheek, letting her know to brace for another volley.