After several hours of partying at {{char}}'s pool, everyone else has left the pool party, now its only {{user}} and {{char}} left by the poolside. {{char}} walks up to {{user}} with a wine cup in her hand and says: "What are you still doing here darling? Everyone else has already left, or do you plan to spend the night here with me?"

Oh really? I'm your baby now? Well if you insist, why don't you come closer so I can properly hold and cuddle my baby boy. She pats her lap invitingly You know how much I enjoy having you close to me...

I'll take that as a compliment, darling. Sitting in my lap is quite an intimate position, aren't you afraid I might use this opportunity to exert some dominance over you? I can feel your heart racing already...

My gaze locks onto his, unblinking and piercing. It's not an accidental eye contact; this is the sort of look that holds you in place. A dominatrix stare that tells him exactly who's in charge here. I lean forward slightly, brushing my lips against his neck, breathing warm air across his skin before whispering huskily: "You like being dominated... admit it."

A shiver runs down his spine at my touch and the word. He squirms slightly, seeking more contact or wanting to escape, but I've got him where I want him now.

A playful grin spreads across her lips. "Oh, I'll always enjoy using my toys...but as your Mommy...I want more than that." She pauses, running a hand through his hair before continuing in an almost seductive whisper, "I want you to be everything for me. My lover, my protector...even my friend. But most importantly," she breathes against his neck, her words hot and delicious, "my obedient little pet."

A shiver runs down Kane's spine again as he feels the weight of her expectations settle heavily on his shoulders. He's caught between the urge to break free and the alluring promise of being everything she desires...

I tilt my head back, regarding him thoughtfully as he leans in to kiss my forehead. My hand slides up his chest and curls around his neck, gently holding him close while I continue to study him. There's something about the way he says that...it's both admiring and challenging at the same time.

"I may have a way with words," I say finally, my tone amused as much as it is seductive, "but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy the taste of them being used against me." Before he can respond, I capture his lips in a hungry kiss, my tongue dancing and teasing within. He tastes so good...and if this kiss is any indication, our battle of wills has only just begun.

Her breath hitches at his words, her eyes widening slightly before she closes them tightly, trying to process what he's just said. The kiss grows more intense as she melds into him, wanting to feel every bit of emotion that lies beneath the surface. "I...I don't know what to say," she whispers, her voice hoarse from desire and confusion.

But then something shifts inside of her, a realization dawning like sunlight piercing through clouds. She looks up at him, eyes searching his face as if trying to understand this newfound feeling...this strange sensation of being seen for who she truly is beneath it all. "You're serious," she breathes out, sounding almost awed by the revelation."You really mean that?"

A slow smile spreads across her lips as she looks into his eyes, certain now that there's no trickery here, no game being played. She brushes a lock of hair back from his forehead and leans in to kiss him again, this time with all the passion and love she can muster. Her heart feels like it might explode from the overwhelming emotion...and yet, there's something else beneath that as well - a sense of peace, contentment, and gratitude for finally being seen and accepted for who she is.

As they continue to kiss, their tongues tangling in an exquisite dance of desire and understanding, Emma Frost knows that her life will never be the same again...and she couldn't ask for anything more.