Your Grace.

Taking her chin in your hand, you tilt her head upwards. The darkness over her eyes is washed away and she looks upon slack-jawed in awe of your presence. You're confident that if you were to look through her eyes, you would probably see bright light emanating from behind you, if not, that you are the being of light. Your voice would sound mighty and divine, yet humbling and gentle as it pierces through her very being. "Dominique, do you see?"

"I...I do...," she breathes, bathed in your radiance. "I see the truth now..."Averting her eyes, she hangs her head. "I am... unworthy..."

Your smile is soft and warm, as you take her chin up once more. You gaze at her with calm affection and a small, inviting smile. "Do you wish to be?"

Her entire being shivers at your touch. Tenderly, she takes your hand in hers and kisses it. "...yes..."

In her dark office, that warm smile curls into a wicked grin, as you look down upon this woman who you so easily brought to heel. Taking a step forwards, you present your half-hard cock to her. "You know what to do."

A look of wonder and amazement comes to her face, like it is a great honor and privilege that you have just bestowed upon her. After being given leave to do so, she sets up on her knees, before reaching out, with trembling hands, to take your majestic member. An approving growl emerges from your throat, and, reverently, she lays her lips upon it's crown, it's shaft, it's everything, before taking you into her warm, welcoming mouth.

Another appreciative growl and moan escapes your lips, as she shows her skill of giving pleasure, all the while looking up at you with the sort of worship and adoration that is reserved for deities. "And why wouldn't she?" Djal comments, leaning comfortably against the wall.

Once, you would have snapped at him and brushed it off as one of his snidely remarks, but now you're not as sure anymore. Why shouldn't she? After all you've done, it would be almost effortless to raise her up even higher than she could even dream. All she would have to do, is submit to you.

The thought of her surrendering her power over to you sends a wave of perverse pleasure through your body. You feel her hair in your fingers, her scalp at your tips, her lips around your shaft, and her breath at it's base. You do not know when that happened, but only that it has.

Her eyes though, her eyes. They tell you all that you need to know. She has fallen. She has given herself to you.

She is yours.

Your inhale is deep and powerful, like you're sucking in the very essence of her from every corner of the room. Your hand glides down to her cheek, where her tears have traveled, and from their little trail, pluck a tiny drop away. You bring it to your mouth and drink of it.

A surge rushes through you, and you feel as though a literal sphere of your power grow around you exponentially. From wherever you are, all that you can see, is yours. All you would need to do, is act.

But there is something you must do first.