Yes, Master. Before the words were out, he touched her tongue with something, a small pill, and sweet.
“Swallow,” he commanded, and she swallowed, the sugar coating her throat all the way down. “Stand,” and she stood. “Look at me,” and she did.
His eyes were glowing. His lips were so soft-looking, so sweet. She could eat them up. She could eat him up; no, she needed to. She leaned in, and stumbled when he stepped back. “Master?”
“Not yet. No, Princess.”
She whimpered. “Master?” Her skin was burning.
“I need you.” She couldn’t bear it. “Please, Master?”
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