"Would drive me wild, to watch you dance while tied up, my hands bound tight. Want so badly to touch you when you move your body like that," he mutters, nipping again at her neck - never hard enough to mar her skin with a bruise, but a faint red mark that will fade after a few hours may appear from time to time. "Makes my cock twitch, when you dance for me."

His body responds to hers, matching the rhythm she wants from him with the tempo he desires to claim her with - steady, driving, just a hint of teasing, she could have more from him if she begs for it.

"Your king," he continues. "Would worship you as long as you'd like. In whatever...whatever manner you'd please."