He walked up behind her. She could hear his footsteps, even with her heart thumping loudly in her ears. Her breath panted out of her as he moved closer. Then his words washed over her.
“With me, you do what your body and heart need you to do: whatever I demand, not what your busy brain wants. You love ceding the control you have to maintain every day of your life. You love letting me rule you. And that, Princess, turns me on more than anything.”
She moaned as he finally put his hands on her, and more than willingly ceded that control.
Mischief's Muse 