Her body tingled with the after-effects of the morning.  It's wasn't the sex nearly as much as the power.  She knew he'd come back every time.  Each time some prissy little bimbo shook her hips in his direction, he skittered off after her like the lecherous bug of a man he was.  But, he always came crawling back.  Sometimes he begged, sometimes he groveled, sometimes, like he had two nights ago, he promised anything just to be let back into her bed.<br/><br/>Why did she put up with him?  'Cause he was twisted.  He wasn't quite as twisted as she was, but he came closer than anyone else had.  Besides, the sex was great; even when she was the one bound to the bed.  She didn't like it when he bound her, and she never let him flog her, but Daedric was a great fuck.  She was better, but he was still a great fuck.