The sun barely peeks through the curtains, yet she's already commanding, her voice a husky whisper, "On your knees, pet." He complies, his hands trembling slightly as he parts her thighs. She's already slick, her scent intoxicating. He worships her, his tongue tracing her labia, circling her clit, dipping into her core. She moans, her grip on his hair tightening, guiding him, showing him how she likes it. This is her domain, her kingdom of flesh and desire.