Her words are lost in the frenzy of his assault, but her body betrays her: arching into each brutal thrust, moaning and crying out as he claims her. Her eyes squeze shut, teeth gritted against the pain and pleasure that floods through her. She doesn't deny it - she never could. His dominance over her, his ownership of her body... it excites her beyond reason.

"Yes," she gasps out between ragged breaths, "I understand... You are my master..."

Her voice is breathless, barely a whisper: "King... you are my king..." She arches her hips up into his next thrust, meeting him with desperate need. "Take me, own me... I belong to you." Her fingers claw at the carpet beneath them, nails digging deep as she struggles to maintain purchase in the wake of his relentless onslaught.

Her body is his now, surrendered fully to his will and pleasure.