Once the fire was ready, he did turn around, walking over to her. He ran one hand through her hair, as he sat down, turne turned to unlacing his boots.<br/><br/>"Get up. You wanted this, you are going to ride me."<br/><br/>He got his boots off and unbuttoned his pants, running one hand down her body in a possessive fashion. For now, she was his. Sure, she belonged to the master, and he'd give her back, but at this moment, she belonged to him. If he told her to dance, she would. If he told her to leave, she would. And most importantly, if he told her to fuck him, she would.