"knees." she ordered.
he immediately dropped to his knees. she looked down at him, though he wasn't much lower than she was standing.
she was barely five feet, while he was over six.
"so obedient." she said with a smirk.
she grabbed his hair roughly, and he instantly melted. she manhandled his face up at her.
"look at me. look at me."
she paused for a second, holding intense eye contact with him as he shrank.
she took her hand from under her chin and slapped him across his face. he trapped a moan in his throat—eyes winced shut, biting his lip.
"it's almost cute how helpless you are. i know you like this; i know how strong you are." she lathered him with her words.
"hands behind your back." she ordered.
he immediately held his hands behind his back, eyes fixed slightly up at her.
"how submissive do you have to be for me to have power over you? how pathetic." she spat. he whimpered at her words, thinking about the position he's in, that he's choosing to be there.
"stay there." she ordered as she took a couple steps back, watching him from a distance.
he shivered under her gaze. he took in her full body, reminding him just how small she was—the person who was dominating him.
"you stay so well for someone who could easily leave; you're not even bound." she said as she walked back over to him. she started to pet his hair then pulled harshly; he winced as he moaned. she pulled his hair again, moving his head with it.
"look at me." her tone cold.
he looked at her, his puppy-dog eyes in stark contrast with his muscular body. she pulled his hair again and watched his face contort.
"it's cute how mine you are." she said slightly mocking him.
she dragged him to the bed—he let her drag him—and started kissing his neck. she wasted no time before sinking her teeth into him. she bit and sucked until a big, deep red mark formed on his skin.
she pulled back to admire it then went straight to leaving another hickey on his neck. his head fell back as he closed his eyes and whimpered—light, soft whimpers you wouldn't expect to come from him.
she pulled away once more to admire the array of hickeys she left on very visible parts of his neck—big, deep hickeys.
"people are gonna see the ways i marked you and know that you're someone's plaything, but they'll still never expect that someone like me has you whimpering like a princess."
he moaned—at her words, at their truth, at the aching hickeys he could still feel.
"i'm yours." he squeaked out, eyes still shut.
