Virgil stands in front of a thrown, in nothing but his boxers. His place skin and thin body on display for his Prince to see. Romans sat in the thrown in his own boxers, one leg bent over the arm of the chair in a smug position.
In his hand is the end of a long pretty red ribbon, which's over end is tied to virgils throat neatly in a bow.
"Such a good pet of mine, hmm?" Roman asked in a deep husky voice which makes Virgil flush to his chest for.
"I live to serve." Virgil mutters, pursing his lips as Roman stands from the throne.
" I'm going to play with my pet. Gonna fuck you as hard as I want and I'm gonna mark you all up tonight. How do you feel about that?" Roman asked, standing closer to Virgil while playing with the ribbon.
Virgil kept his eyes straight forward, avoiding direct eye contact.
" I.. I feel honored to be used by you, my prince.."
Roman rugged the ribbon down, making Virgil bend over abruptly in a bowing manner.
"You feel how I want you to feel." Roman spat while walking around virgil, circling him like he was his prey.
"Y- yes your highness.. " Virgil agreed, legs trembling in anticipation.
"Now.. How do you feel?" Roman asked again while his hands ran down virgils hips.
"H.. However you see fit, sir.." Virgil corrected while Romans hands left his sides.
"That's better.." Roman let his free from the ribbon simply by untieing it. He traced the red skin with his fingers before leaving his fingers from his throat.
Virgil remained in the bowing position for sometime since Roman hasn't dismissed him from it.
"Get on your knees, pet." Roman commanded.
Virgil got on his knees immediately and looked up to find Roman sitting at the thrown. Roman played with virgils hair before harshly pulling it, drawing a needy whine from Virgil.
"What is it you want, hmm pet?" Roman asked while releasing his grip.
"I.. I want whatever you see that I deserve, my prince."Virgil stuttered, being a blushing mess
