"Sit, Elva."

I swallow, suddenly feeling more overwhelmed by the thought of sitting here than by seeing him leashed and half naked before me.

"Isn't it like... disrespectful to sit on someone else's throne?" I ask, my mouth dry. "It seems inappropriate."

He looks at me teasingly, "I'm leashed, under your command, and your objection is with the throne itself?"

I nod sheepishly.

"Just pretend it's yours for a minute," he coos. "See if it suits you."

"It won't."

"I think you'll be surprised," he steps closer, bringing us only two steps apart and already it feels like his body is consuming me, looming over me like a god of punishment and death only being kept from his darkest tendencies by the strap of leather around his throat. There's a dare in his gaze, a fire taunting me to play along, "Sit."

As I do, he watches me hungrily, taking in the sight of me seated in his throne, taking his gaze up and down my body as I try and fail to get comfortable.

"How does it feel?" he asks, his voice gritty and utterly depraved.

"Cold." He sinks to his knees before me and I think my heart might cease. It can't be normal or healthy for it to be pounding this way.

Kai's dark gaze drips all over me, drowning me in both of our desire, our desperate need. I swallow against all the hunger building inside me. He's so undeniably tempting right now, tapping into every part of me that yearns for him.

Having Kai on his knees, submitting to my grip, looking up at me instead of down, my core is aching to be his again.

"How do you feel now, my Elva?" he asks quietly, his voice nearly a growl as if he's holding back some kind of monster inside him.

"Different," I admit. "Heady."

He nods, his eyes darting to my hand wrapped around the leather before they meet mine again. "You're stunning like this, my darling Elva; So fucking beautiful when you let yourself be the one holding all the power."

"I don't feel powerful right now."

His lips pull slightly in a wicked smile, "Maybe you should pull harder. See if that helps."