"Who am I?" the priestess asked as her hazel-brown eyes looked at him with disdain.
"Priestess," he whispered, almost breathless as she yanked on his chain.
"And who are you, guardian?" she asked, her fingers creeping on his jaw, squeezing tightly on his cheek.
"I am yours," the pet answered, his mad eyes filled with adoration as he looked at her.
Pleased with his answer she nodded, a kind smile spread on her lips, "Very well said. Since you are mine. Can I do anything I please?"
"Anything at all," he trembled at her question as excitement coursed through him.
"Open your lips, love," she said, her unkind eyes making him want her even more.
He opened her lips at her command as her thumb traced across his lips, "You are always so easy to teach. I am not sure if that is something I will not get bored of in the near future."
He shook his head, no. She could not possibly mean it. How can the priestess get bored of him? He would do anything for her.
