Her long raven colored hair hung past her tiny waist, the ends meeting the studded belt that hung low on her hips. The black shirt she wore was tight across her full breasts, its plunging neckline exposing their creaminess. The short leather skirt hugged her hips and the dark stockings she wore on her long, slender legs ran down to the black spiked heels that she wore on her feet.
She looked at him through kohl lined eyes, dramatically dark eyes that were a stark contrast to her milk white skin. Her moist, rouged lips pulled back into a seductive smile.
"I will have my way with you," she promised him in a soft, sensual whisper.
"Do with me as you wish," he whispered back to her, his deep blue eyes gazing at her wondrous beauty.
She went to him, her long fingernails running along the blackness of the cape that he wore. She reached down to grasp his hardening manhood beneath the trousers of the handsome black suit he wore.
"I can see that you want me," she looked up at him through her exquisite violet eyes.
"Any man would."
She admired the strength of his powerful body. She wore the heels but he still towered over her. The gloss of his own long ebony hair was beautiful to her. His hair hung down to his massive shoulders.
He removed his cape and lay it down on the floor before the roaring blaze that crackled in the fireplace. The velvet lining of it was as deep and as rich as the blood that he knew flowed through her veins.
"Jonathan," she breathed his name as his hands covered her swollen breasts. "I am your slave."
"As I am yours, Arianna." His hands slid up to cup her beautiful face in them. He brought his lips down upon hers, tasting her sweet nectar.
