Michael's desire was coursing through his blood, making his breathing harsh and fast as he trailed his fingers down from her collarbone, over her breasts and nipples and stomach, down between her legs, teasing her open with far less force than he had before, stroking up and down her entrance, trying to coax another sound from her. He felt far away from everything, drifting on a sea of hunger and contentment, somehow bundled together. His member throbbed, a constant pulse of need that threatened to overwhelm him, but he wanted to look at her. He almost couldn't take her in, she was so beautiful, humbled and bruised and still needy.<br/><br/>He would give her everything. He would make her need and ache like he ached and then he would fulfill her completely, he would take what he owned, he would drive himself into her until she became a possession, perfect, beautiful, until she understood her place under him, under all of them and reveled in it instead of fearing it. That was the fate of a denizen, he thought, watching her eyes as his fingers teased her, stroking her entrance without penetrating her. They should be taken, they should be made to understand their place, because it was right. Because it was what they all needed, really. The people who had made this place, they understood that. They understood that a society where some ruled and some served, that was a heaven, a true paradise on Earth. He just had to teach them, his people, he had to teach them how to properly serve.<br/><br/>It was hard for him, with the belt in his other hand, not to bring it down again, not to crack it against her flesh and watch the beautiful pain in her eyes, but there was time for that, time to feed all of his hungers. He slid the belt along her inner thigh instead, a slow caress, teasing her with the leather, letting her imagine both the pleasure and pain. He had done this before, but never so slowly, never with such great anticipation. Before it had been about satisfaction and teaching, punishment. Now he saw that punishment had two sides, that he could show her the good as well as the bad and it would be an even greater lesson. He lowered his head, forcing himself to look away from her eyes, her face, his lips brushing against her neck.