Dominatrix [Greta & Dane]
[She missed her slave, the way he held her, the way he stayed close as though he was protecting her, not just from physical harm, but emotional, like he always wanted to be there for her. The gentle mistress and the clumsy wolf, she missed thinking of them like that, but Orion was gone, she had to accept that, and although she took refuge in the arms of another wolf, one that would kill any that hurt her, she couldn’t help but miss the affection of a slave, and the fact she could dominate those with less strength.]
[It had been too long, since she had even rented a slave, so she found herself at the Chateau, and although she liked the warmer bodies, she ended up looking at a muscly human as he laid in his cot, her eyes traveling him. A fine specimen, though he looked stronger than those she usually went for, she could deal with a little aggression if he wanted to put up a fight for entertainments sake.]
[Smiling to him, Greta rested a hand on one of the bars and leaned her forehead to the cold metal. Had he been fed properly? He didn’t look malnourished, but then he was a new face, maybe he hadn’t been in the Chateau long enough for it to effect him.]
“You’re new, child. Are you being treated well?”