He makes Emma Frost question her self-worth

"Do you honestly have no clue how pathetic you look?" Ethan asked as Emma gazed up with confusion in her pretty blue eyes. "Do you seriously think you can strut around in your little whore costume and expect me to give a damn?"

Emma remained silent, but she was humiliated. She couldn't even form words. It wasn't so much the fact that he hit her, but it was how he hit her. The young man was dominating her with ease, leaving her powerless before him.

"I don't know..." Emma whispered quietly while trying desperately to fight back tears that threatened to pour out any moment. She had been reduced to nothing more than some cheap floozy in three simple strikes, leaving her questioning whether she had any worth at all. It became clear that this wasn't simply about lust, power, or pride for Emma. Her entire world crumbled beneath her in those few moments.

And Ethan saw that. He had never witnessed anyone so utterly crushed, especially someone as powerful and confident as Emma. Because of her constant arrogance, the fact that this fall from grace came about in such a simple and effortless manner made Emma by far the most pathetic person he'd ever encountered. But there was something else underneath all that. He could sense the vulnerability behind her fragile ego.

He grabbed a handful of the woman's golden tresses and lowered himself down to pull her in. His other hand wrapped gently around the back of her head.

Emma gasped.

"Relax," he spoke calmly, pulling her closer until her face was against his chest. Her beautiful blue eyes looked up at him in a mixture of confusion, shame, and longing.

Ethan gazed back. No one had ever been so **** with him before. Certainly not to the extent of the broken woman clinging to his body.

"Listen," he continued softly as his hand slowly stroked through the woman's silky, golden hair, feeling her body quiver lightly at the touch. "You are okay. Everything is okay. Just breathe..."

Emma listened closely and closed her eyes, allowing herself to be lost in the comfort of his embrace. She took a deep breath, and slowly released it. "I... I am so sorry..."

"Don't worry about it," Ethan said as he started to get up.

"W-wait...!" Emma pleaded while holding onto his legs with desperation. Her long lashes were damp from unshed tears. The woman was on the verge of sobbing, but held it back to not appear even more pitiful. "I... I think I love... no... I know I love you..."

Ethan stood up. His hands ready to push Emma away. "Look, this isn't about that... I don't feel that way with you, alright? Just go get cleaned up. We can just move on and pretend none of this happened."

Emma's grip tightened. "Then let me be your pet!" she blurted.

His brow cocked. For the first time, a woman desired him completely without any influence from his power.

Emma proceeded to kiss his crotch, looking directly into his eyes with a submissive expression. "Please... I'll be a good girl."

That night in Ethan's bedroom...

"Nngh..." Emma quietly let out as Ethan tightened the leather dog collar around her delicate neck. She looked up into his eyes from her kneeling position in the middle of the room, dressed only in white thigh-high stockings, matching elbow-length gloves, and the collar.

Ethan then proceeded to attach the leash onto the collar and tied the other end securely around one of the bedposts.

"There," he began to say when a knock on the door interrupted.

Emma's blue eyes glanced over at the entrance in sudden alarm, concerned that her shameful secret might be discovered by someone else at the mansion. She turned her pleading eyes back onto her owner with the hopes that he would provide some sort of assurance that everything would be fine.

[Comment what you want to see! How should Ethan respond? Who is at the door?]