One last demonstratio of commitment.

Dirk rose from his bed, smiling as he could hear Shiloh pine behind him as he left her alone but for a few moments. Shiloh herself became tangled in the sheets and fell, her grace and balance ruined by her dizzy lust and need. When her King turned around to her once again though, some semblance of her coherant thoughts returned. In his hands was a leather collar and chained leash, the very symbol of capture and domestication that Shiloh dreaded when she glimpsed human society.

"I want you to put this on." Dirk sat back on the bed, reaching out with one hand to pet her head, his hand sliding down towards her slender neck. "I don't fuck wild cats or whores kitten, even if you're just loaning it to me, I want to know your life is mine so long as you are on this ship." His hand tightened around her neck a little, a small threat that made Shiloh wetter. "I won't make you. If you don't put it on, I'll keep petting you... keep having you suck me off, but I won't put it in here." He pushed the cold leather against Shiloh's **** pussy, the sensation making her jump and shiver. "You put this on though, and every single night I will fuck you. I will breed you."

He let go of her neck, and sat back, laying the collar and leash down between them, watching intently to see what she would choose to do. One hand idly playing with his large, red, wet cock.