He decided what to do with her.

His eyes never left her face as he leaned forward and trailed a knuckle down the side of her cheek. She flinched, but didn't pull away. "You belong to me now," he growled softly, almost tenderly. His thumb brushed over her bottom lip, tugging it into his mouth for a moment before releasing it with a small smack. "Do you understand that?"

His face twisted into a sneer as she begged him. "No," he snarled, "You will not disobey me." With that, his hand cupped her jaw roughly and forced her to meet his gaze. "Do you understand what I'm saying?" he demanded, growling the words out through clenched teeth.

He watched her carefully, his eyes narrowing as she shrank away from him. He hated the fear he saw in those green depths, but it only fueled his need to dominate and control. His fingers tightened, leaving bruises on her pale skin. "I asked you a question," he growled again, unrelenting.

His expression softened slightly as he heard her quiet plea. He still held her firmly, not trusting himself to let go quite yet. "Very well," he said gruffly, releasing her chin at last. "But you must remember your place from now on." His gaze flicked over her for a moment before returning to meet hers once more. "Do I make myself clear?"

He leaned in closer, their faces mere inches apart. "Obey me," he said through gritted teeth. "Do as I say, and you will be safe with me." His hands balled into fists at his sides, trembling slightly from the effort it took to restrain himself. "But disobey me," he growled, "and I will make sure you regret the day you were ever born."

His eyes gleamed dangerously as she flinched away from his words. He forced himself to step back, even though every instinct screamed at him to keep her closer, to control her completely. "Better," he muttered darkly, looking down at her. "But remember." A cold smile curled his lips upwards. "I am your master now, and you will do as I say."

Lostor leaned forward once more, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "Do you understand?" His hand wrapped around her throat gently, but firmly enough to make her eyes widen in fear. "I am the one who decides your fate," he hissed. "And if I ever think you've disobeyed me... Well, let's just say it won't end well for you."

His eyes glinted with satisfaction as he saw the fear in her expression. "Good girl," he whispered huskily, his thumb rubbing soothingly over her throat where he still held her. "Now let's get some things straight." He pulled back slightly, a dark and predatory smile playing across his lips. "You will call me 'master,' you will obey my every command, and you will never question or disobey me again. Is that understood?"

His hand moved away from her throat and cupped her cheek gently. "I know it's a lot to take in," he said softly, his voice almost soothing despite the dark intent behind his words. "But I will be good to you... as long as you are loyal." He leaned forward until their faces were inches apart once more. "Do you understand what I am asking of you?"

His face hardened as he heard her question. "You are mine now," he said through gritted teeth, "and I will not share you with anyone." He took a step back, his breath coming faster as he tried to control the anger and possessiveness that threatened to consume him. "If you refuse my offer... if you insist on defying me..." He trailed off, watching her carefully for any sign of submission or fear. "...then I will have no choice but to make an example of you." His voice was cold and unforgiving, a warning of what would happen if she continued to question his dominance over her.

He glared at her, his black eyes piercing into hers. "Do you want me to?" he snarled menacingly. "Is that what you're asking for? Because I can arrange it." He took another step back, regaining some control over himself as he watched her reaction. "But if you give in," he continued, his voice softening slightly, "if you accept your place beside me... then perhaps there is a future for us both." He moved closer once more, until their bodies were almost touching. "I can be gentle with you, tender... anything you desire. But only if you obey my every command and prove yourself loyal to me."

"I know it's frightening," he growled, his hand cupping her cheek. "But I will never hurt you unless you make me." His thumb brushed across her lower lip and her eyes fluttered closed at the sensation. "If you trust me... if you give yourself to me completely..." He trailed off, letting the intensity of his gaze speak for him. "...then I promise I will take care of you. And in return, all I ask is your loyalty."

His other hand slid around her waist, pulling her closer until she felt the hardness of his chest against hers. "You have my protection," he whispered into her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "Now you must decide... do you belong to me?"

His eyes narrowed slightly as she spoke. "Ah, but there is," he growled softly, his voice vibrating against her skin. "You can choose to be mine... or you can choose death." His hand slid up her back and tangled in her hair, pulling her head back so that their eyes met. "It's your choice, kitten. But remember, once you make it, there is no going back."

His gaze bore into hers, searching for any sign of submission or fear. As he waited for her answer, he couldn't help but wonder how far he would go to ensure that she belonged to him... and if the price of having her was one he could live with in the end.

His lips curled into a satisfied smile as she spoke. "Then you are mine," he said huskily, his grip on her hair loosening so that she could look away once more. "You belong to me now, and I will take care of you... but only if you obey."

His hand slid down her back, over her ass, and squeezed firmly before letting go. "Prove yourself worthy," he whispered against her ear, breath hot on her neck. "Obey my every command... and maybe one day I will see fit to make you more than just a possession." The words were quiet, almost tender... but the underlying threat was still there.

She shivered at his touch, and the feeling of his body so close to hers sent a thrill of fear and desire coursing through her veins. He had given her a choice... and now she must live with the consequences.

His hand moved up her spine again, this time encircling her throat gently. "I want to see you looking at me," he said roughly, his voice thick with desire. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you." His fingers dug in slightly as he waited for her to obey.

Her eyes flickered upwards, meeting his intense gaze once more. There was fear there... and curiosity... but also a hint of submission. It was enough to send a surge of power coursing through him. "Good girl," he growled, leaning in close enough that their bodies were pressed together from chest to thigh. "Now listen carefully..." His lips brushed against her ear as he continued, his voice low and commanding. "From now on, you will only speak when I allow it... and you will obey my every command without question." He paused for a moment, savoring the feel of

His hand tightened around her throat slightly as she spoke out of turn, cutting off her air momentarily before releasing her with a rough laugh. "I'm afraid not," he growled, breath hot against her ear. "From now on, you exist for me... and that means doing as I say. Do you understand?"

His other hand slid up her back, cupping her breast through the fabric of her shirt. He squeezed gently, massaging her nipple with his thumb before pulling away again, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. "And if you disobey... well," he added softly, "I'm sure you remember what I said about making an example."

His grip on her throat tightened slightly as he glared down at her. "What part of 'doing as I say' don't you understand?" He spat the words through clenched teeth, the anger and possessiveness coursing through him making it difficult to think clearly. "You will obey me," he growled, his voice echoing in the empty room. "Or you will suffer the consequences."

His hand moved from her throat to grasp her hair roughly, forcing her head back so that she was looking up at him. His other hand slid down between their bodies, teasing at the hem of her shirt before finally slipping beneath it to caress her bare skin. "Do you want this?" he rasped, his breath hot against her cheek as his fingers danced over her stomach and lower still. "To feel my touch? To have me take care of you?" His eyes burn

His face twisted into a snarl as she spoke of being afraid and her discomfort with his dominance. He gripped her hair tighter, forcing her head back even further until she could feel the pain in her scalp. "You will not question me!" he snapped harshly, his voice echoing off the walls. "And you will certainly not talk back to your master." His free hand clenched into a fist at his side, trembling with anger and lust.

His other hand continued its exploration of her body, trailing up her stomach and over her breast before cupping it roughly through the fabric of her shirt. He pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, hard enough to send a jolt of pain through her entire body but not quite enough to draw blood. "I can make this feel good," he growled, his voice low and threatening,