She tugged at the leash with a smirk, clawed fingers digging into the fabric of that leash as she looked down at Bertie. The slim man was settled on his knees, head tilted upwards. His eyes half lidded from embarrassed arousal. He bit down on his bottom lip, trying to steady himself under her gaze.

"Good boy." Mika chuckled lowly back, ears flicking forward as she moved forward, ghosting a hand over his bare body. The man quivered, breathless and embarrassed at how much he wanted her to touch him. The warou woman lowering herself to his level was enough to make him whimper.

"Very good boy." She whispered lowly as she brought her lips to his neck.