Lana’s Point of View
“Kneel.” The words escaped my lips before I could stop them. I froze for a minute, trying to study the look on his face, wondering if he wasn’t offended because of how demeaning I sounded.
I should probably apologize, and then maybe we can start over again, or we can put an end to this madness.
To my surprise, a gleam crossed Christian’s gaze, and in an instant, he dropped to his knees.
Still glancing up at me like I was a monument of worship.
My heart raced, and in that moment, pride swelled in my chest. I pointed down to the side of my feet, trying to test out just how much power I had.
“Crawl to me,” I ordered once more, but there was no form of resistance from Christian; if you ask me, I think he is happy.
“Yes, master.”
Like the obedient big slave t
