Zheme stood between the open space which the door had once been, his eyes fixated on his fiancé's erotically naked form.
Even in such a drastic state she still looked like a being that had just stepped out of heaven.
Her stiff breast, her most private possession, her curves, her...her everything, they were all heavenly, carefully and beautifully carved by that man they called god.
But as he came to realize, physically, she was perfect, but mentally she had a problem that needed to be solved. She needed to learn how to submit, concede and obey, she needed to learn how to be his.
His to control, his to use, his to love... She needed to learn and he'd teach her.
With that in mind, he walked further into the room, closed the door behind him and hasted but cautious steps were what he took
