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There was no command needed to send him to his knees. A look was enough, having him down, waiting and eager for whatever was to be given. It was only his place to be told, and he loved nothing more than to obey.
Many would think it strange he was the submissive. He would be given hard or confused looks, but he knew his place. The only thing he managed to give well was death, but on these nights, he was not that servant. No, instead he was hers.
Who she used to be… wasn’t important. Not important at all.