Irene reclined back on her chaise, throwing an arm over her head and arching slim hips heavenward. She looked innocent and yet somehow debauched at the same time, the epitome of the Madonna Whore. Watching as John crawled towards her on his hands and knees, she cooed softly. "You are such a sweet, loving little thing." she said softly, running the very tips of her fingers across dirty blonde hair “Whatever did I do without you? My good boy.” She could be harsh, absolutely, and strict when the time was right, but for now she was easing him into it little by little. Irene made her profits from those who became addicted to her; John, as an army Doctor, would have quite the salary and she was adamant most of his funding would be lavished on her every whim and desire. It gave her such a thrill, reducing those in such a position of power to this. Glassy eyed, docile little lambs who could scarcely wait to do her bidding. "You want to adore me. Love me. Worship me." her words came out as a smooth purr. A gentle nudge in the right direction. “Look at me, darling. You have such lovely eyes but you keep hiding them from me and I don’t know why…Don’t you want to look at your Woman?”
With a small bit of hesitation, John's eyes returned to his Mistress', gazing into her eyes. Everything felt so much more intimate when he was looking into her eyes. She wanted him to look at her, though, so he did. He kept eye contact. She was right. He wanted to love and adore her. He wanted to worship the very ground she walked on. He nodded his head slowly, nervously fiddling with his fingers between his knees. Was she just playing with him at this point? Yes, it was obvious. Irene Adler was known to play with her toys, and he was just that. Fidgeting where he sat, he whimpered and opened his mouth. "Please, Mistress."
