She places her tiny hand against His broad chest and stares at it for just a moment. She is astonished once more at just how small she feels when she is in His arms. Her eyes stay lowered, her head bowed and she feels the rightness of her position, her place.

'I am Yours' she whispers softly and no more need be said. He knows this to be the truth. She will give Him all she is and let Him take all He wants. He knows He can use her, strip her bare and she will stand tall with pride at being His. He knows and so He needs nothing from her.

There are times He will take His pleasure in her but He knows that when He does it fills her with a satisfaction that is beyond compare. He knows that she desires His pleasure above all else and although He usually uses her in whatever manner He pleases she knows that each time it is a gift He has given too her and the delight she feels cannot be contained. She shines with being His.

He takes her hand from His chest and brings it to His lips and softly kisses her palm with such gentle intimacy she feels her heart catch.

'You are mine' He whispers and the knowledge that He accepts all she is settles over her again in a peaceful warmth. He senses that her lust for Him has risen and He tucks His hand under her chin to raise her face to His. He sees the blush that has spread across her cheeks and the desire that is in her eyes.

'My little whore' He grins as His fingers caress her face and He watches as the lust deepens along with the colour of her cheeks.

Suddenly He strikes her. She feels the heat upon her cheek and she knows that it is nothing more than a playful slap, the real ones will come later, but with this simple act He has set the tone for their lovemaking and she glides easily to her knees before Him. Her whole posture is open to Him, her legs splayed, her hands resting open upon her thighs. Once more her eyes are lowered and her head is bowed.

'How may Your girl please You, my Male?' she gently asks and His lust is caught by her demure demeanour even though He knows she herself is throbbing with desire. He watches her a moment longer, His girl, waiting quietly, ready to give Him anything He wants and again His lust is deepened by her act of love.

His mind races at all the ways He wants to take her and mark her as His. How He wants to fill her and spill inside her deeply and copiously so that His girl is full of Him even after He has left. He wants her tender and bruised so that she aches pleasantly for Him throughout the day. He realises that the silence has stretched between them and still she kneels quietly before Him.

He reaches to grasp a handful of her hair. 'Ask me again, woman,' He growls.

She bites her lip to hide from Him the grin that threatens to escape her at the obvious lust she has heard in His voice. She surrenders herself once more to becoming all that He desires.

Softly, she asks Him again.