He's in charge, and she'd better like it

Aiden grabbed hold of Grace's arm, holding her tightly as a fury rose up in him. "Are you forgetting who you belong to?" he asked in a dangerous voice, grabbing a fistful of her white hair and jerking her head back. "I'm the one who gave you that body, the one who made you into a slut. Into my slut. You belong to me and you'll do what I say. Because you're my fuck-**** and I'm your master." Grace shook in his grip, though whether in fear or arousal was unclear. Judging from the look in her eyes and flushed complexion, it was probably the latter.

"I'm sorry, my lord, I didn't mean to make you angry. Would you allow your **** to make it up to you?" she asked, voice trembling as she reached for his groin, feeling the boner he didn't realize he had. Apparently subjugating her turned him on. A few days before, he never would have considered doing such a thing, but now it felt right. Her place was below him, she'd better act like it.

"You presume too much, slut," he said, knocking her hand away. "Though I could fuck you until your sanity collapsed into sludge (Grace trembled at the thought), I'm don't feel like it. Instead, you will pick our next target. If you choose well, I will forgive you. If not..." he let the threat hang in the air, letting her interpret his words however she wished.

"I'll not fail you, my King," Grace said, kneeling at his feet, the very image of submissiveness, though an extraordinarily sexy one. "I already have a place in mind that I think could be very fun."