"My bitch..." growls the dominant man, his voice dripping with ownership. He takes in the sight of her, bound and at his mercy. She trembles, her body responding to his command. He approaches, his hand trailing down her cheek, her neck, her breasts, before landing on her quivering stomach. "You're mine," he whispers, his breath hot on her ear. He claims her, his fingers finding her wetness, her body arching into his touch. She's his to command, his to pleasure, his bitch.