"Is there anything I can do for you?" the young woman asks, looking into her lover's eyes and waiting upon him eagerly. He smiles at her loving way of serving him. He takes the hand of the tall, strong woman who he loves like a goddess and kisses her fingers delicately. He wants to have her, all of her.
"You could start by smiling. Your smile is beautiful, especially when you smile for me my love." She smiles with all of her face because she could never deny him anything, not her body, mind, or heart.
Suddenly, he slaps her so hard her cheek burns. She gets wet from this, she'll never understand exactly why; maybe it's his power over her that excites her. She looks into his eyes; a window into his soul which is full of perverted and strange desires including many ways to use her body for his own pleasure. He grabs her neck and presses her against the wall, lifting her skirt and rubbing his hard cock in between her legs. The many layers of clothing separating them don't make her feel any less naked and vulnerable under his firm grip. He's laughing and she realizes he's playing with her; she is his toy.
His dark eyes are so close to hers and she can feel his warmth as he kisses her gently. She craves more of his body against her and more of his warm tongue gliding against hers. He slaps her again, as if he knew she wanted something from him and it is not her place to do the desiring. He doesn't whisper "I want you" gently but speaks confidently and aggressively: "you're mine."
He holds her hands against the wall and bites deep into the muscle of her neck so she screams with pain. When he stops, her body goes limp and she shakes against him. He is her attacker and her savior. "Thank you master" she whispers, her voice cracking.
He begins to undress her, staring at her exposed body, eating her with his eyes. She feels his stare and shivers with excitement.