One Shot Smut

AUTHOR'S WARNING: This is some darker kink that before, as a warning. Also, if anyone even THINKS about experimenting with aphrodisiacs... be careful. Especially with the natural ones. If you do so without carefully readin up on it, it's a very bad thing. So, I'm disclaimed from any stupidity that might result from reading this... enjoy!

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Hakkai lowered his book just enough to peer over the top as the door to his room opened and shut softly. The book dropped completely as his jaw dropped in surprise to see who was standing just inside the room, her hands clasped in front of her cloaked figure and her cheeks burning bright red. "Yaone... what are you doing here?" Not that he wasn't at all glad to see her in a private setting, but he hadn't really expected her to show up so soon after their last encounter. The sex had been... rough, to put it delicately. While they'd both enjoyed it, he'd thought that perhaps she would take the next two days to herself to recooperate. Unless he was thinking along the wrong path? Perhaps she came merely to share his company?

Yaone smiled, but there was something off about the usually gentle expression tonight. Whatever emotion was flitting through her eyes, he couldn't pin point it. It wasn't one he'd seen on her before, and had him off the bed and in front of her before he could really register moving. He took her hands in his, noting idly that she was wearing what appeared to be black patent leather gloves instead of the usual white. Strange... why patent leather? It seemed such an illogical choice to wear for any occasion. "Yaone, is something wrong?" he pressed, leaning closer in hopes of maybe catching her averted eyes.

"No. No, everything's fine," she answered quickly. A little too quickly in his opinion though. Something was going on, and it was starting to make him a little nervous. He waited anxiously as she took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, dragging her eyes up to meet his. "Hakkai, the last time we, ah..."

"Had sex," he supplied, fighting the smile that always came when she tried to describe their bedroom activities. It wasn't the fact that she was embarassed, she had explained to him when he'd questioned her. It was just that everytime she said the word, it reminded her of everytime they'd participated in that activity.

Yaone's cheeks took on an even darker rose hue as the familiar flare of heat flashed through her eyes. "Yes, that. You asked me if I trusted you."

He nodded slowly, uncertain where this conversation was going fully. He'd asked if she trusted him, and she'd said yes. That was right before he'd used his belt to tie her to the foot post before taking her hard from behind. It had been... well, erotic didn't even begin to encompass the absolute thrill he'd experienced in having her bound for his pleasure, her begging him to fuck her harder while she was bent over in such a submissive position. Just the mere sensory memories were starting to make his pants a little tight.

"Well, I'd like to ask you the same thing. Do you trust me?"

Oh... dear... God... Was she... no, she couldn't be... Hakkai knew he was gaping like a fish, but he couldn't help himself. He cleared his throat to speak, and still the words came out a little hoarse, "I'm sorry, what?"

"Do you trust me, Hakkai?" she repeated, a bit of worry creeping across her face that perhaps he would say no.

He could hardly believe he was hearing her correctly. His sweet, lovable apothecary... was asking if he trusted her? Logically, it would make sense not to assume that because their questions paralleled each other, so would their results. It could be, and realistically it probably was, a legitimate question meant in the most innocent manner possible. He was behaving like a cad (or Gojyo) to think this incredibly sweet woman would ever attempt anything like he had done. He smiled, kissing her cheek gently before saying, "Of course! Provided you're not throwing explosives in my direction?"

Yaone nodded once, closing her eyes as she slowly stepped away from him. She turned her back to him and he frowned at her, completely confused as to what was going on. Her cloak shifted as she undid it and let it slide down her body to reveal... Good, GOD... was that a patent leather corset? It took him a wide eyed second to realize that yes, it was a patent leather corset before his mouth began to water at the sight of such pale skin encased in gleaming black. The corset had lacings that lined the entire contraption, flashing thin strips of skin so that it looked as if the shiny material had white stripes to it. Black mesh shorts that cut high across her firm ass cheeks drew his eyes lower, and from there came black silk thigh highs which disappeared into knee high leather boots, just as highly polished as the rest of it.

When she turned around again, he had to quickly catch the whimper that wanted to break free. Her eyes, usually gentle and loving, were filled with a raw, commanding lust that made him swallow hard. She was tapping a riding crop idly against the top of one boot, her other hand poised on her cocked hip and clutching a black bag. And the corset... sweet heavens, it didn't cover her entirely! Her breasts remained free from the restraining leather, full and smooth and just as perfectly white as the rest of her skin. Creamy and flawless, until they darkened a pale pink color near the tips. His eyes stopped and widened when he noticed what decorated the nipples he loved to lick to hardened peaks. Nipple clips. Tiny, stainless steel nipple clips. The chain between them was thin and delicately made, clacking against the leather as she took a step closer to him. He was mesmerized by the way the sliver squeezed against her darkened tits. It looked painful, and that made his cock pulse hard.

He sucked in a breath when the riding crop whooshed through the air, stopping at the very last second with a light tap under his chin. She used the crop to tilt his head back, exposing his throat fully to her. She smiled, and the sheer predatory nature to it made him swallow hard. "Reverse, I stop. Forward, I continue. Questions are otherwise not tolerated and will be punished. You are to remain silent, no matter what I do to you, and if you fail to do so... I will make you. Understood?"

He couldn't have vocalized an answer even if he'd wanted to. All he could do was nod dumbly, the intense thrill of having her show up like this fighting against his naturally dominant instincts. Part of him, probably his male ego, was trying to tell him that Yaone was not going to top him. His sex drive, however, was pummeling that protesting voice into silence. He was deeply curious to see if she actually could pull this off, seeing as she normally was so quick to allow him control of the bedroom. It wasn't that Yaone was weak or anything, simply that she prefered (usually) for him to se the pace. This new side to her was unexpected and incredibly intriguing, and it was what kept his dominant nature from protesting. He wanted to see just how far she could take this, how far she could push his limits.

Yaone smiled, pleased that he'd followed the rules, and stepped close enough that he could feel the clips on her nipples press into the fabric over his chest. She placed a light, chaste kiss to his lips before speaking so that her mouth moved against his. "You have thirty seconds to get undressed and on that bed. Lay down on your back, arms stretched over your head. Get moving."

Hakkai couldn't remember stripping so fast in his life. It made him cringe internally as he kicked his shoes off without a care as to where they landed, his clothing following the same rough treatment as he moved quickly for the bed. Was this part of the kink, making him act as he normally wouldn't? It was hard to say, really. He'd never experienced a dominant Yaone before. He was about to lay down as she'd instructed when he realized he wasn't completely undressed. His monocle and scarf were quickly removed and placed on the bedside table. Momentarily, he regretted removing them as it would have been interesting to see how she 'punished' him, but it was too late now for that. He settled himself on the bed, arms over his head and cock smearing precome across his belly. It felt a bit like being on a sacrificial alter, he thought briefly. That dark thought, of being offered up as a ritual sacrifice, caused him to bite the insides of his cheek hard to keep from groaning. His cock throbbed harder in response, something he hadn't thought possible considering he was already painfully hard as it was.

His eyes were completely focused on her breasts as she took a step toward him, her hips rolling into the movement sensually. Her breasts bounced in time with her steps, setting the steel clips to sway as well. The metal caught the light from the single bedside lamp he had on, reflecting coldly whereas the leather shone almost mirror bright. The sound of her steps, the creaking of the polished leather, the movement of her breasts... all of it together made it very hard not to make any noise beyond panting breaths. He sucked in a sharp breath, the air getting stuck in his lungs, when the riding crop whistled once again only to stop short of actually striking the skin of his thigh.

Slowly, she dragged the small loop of leather from his thigh over his hip, across his stomach and chest, stopping when she once again used it to angle his head to the side and away from her. She was teasing him with the threat of pain, making it look as if she was going to strike when she wasn't. It created a mixture of feelings in him; the adrenaline rush at the thought of her striking him, the irritation that she hadn't, the thrill that she might the next time she raised it and the fear that she never actually would. He wanted to feel his skin abused by the leather. He wanted her to use it all over him, and that startled him a bit. He'd never gone beyond some light kink in the bedroom, mostly securing her hands or the occasional rough screw. This... this was new. And he was amazed that Yaone of all people would be introducing him to it.

"You weren't fast enough," she murmured, dropping the bag on the table and opening it one handed while her eyes remained on his profile. "Such a naughty thing, Hakkai. I give you one simple task and you can't even see it through."

God... God, please have her strike him now! He had no idea where this came from in her, but it was quickly becoming something he wanted to see more of. His eyes shifted away from her to watch as she pulled something from the bag. Black silk rope of medium thickness, and a lot of it. She smiled that same predatory little smirk as she set the crop down and crawled onto the bed. It was while she was straddling him, grinding her hips in slow, teasing circles against his own that he realized she was where crotchless panties. Oh, dear God... She rode the entire way from Houtu Castle on a dragon wearing crotchless panties. Surely she didn't expect him to last very long when she kept revealing things like that! He had a brief moment of panic, his body stiffening under hers, as she leaned forward with the rope to begin looping it through the slits in the head board. Yaone paused, watching him closely to see if he would call for a reverse. He clamped his mouth shut, encouraging her silently to continue.

Yaone nodded and began looping the rope around his wrists, showing an amazing skill for knot artistry as she went. He never would have pegged her as having knowledge in shibari/kinbaku, a bondage technique he'd read came over from Japan. Naturally, he'd found his source of information while cleaning under Gojyo's bed one day. Unlike his friend, he actually did read the articles. The slide of her hands along both of his, caressing the ropes that were twisted and wound around his wrists briefly before hooking the first fingers of each hand into small eyelet holes drew his attention back to what was being done to him.

"If you need to escape, pull those. Just remember that if you pull them without due cause..." He didn't need her to finish the threat, and he believed that she would see it through if he did. True, he had thought of just jerking them loose right in the middle of their play and regaining control, but that wouldn't be fair to her. It would say that he didn't actually trust her not to hurt him. He nodded his understanding, his chest tightening with anticipation while he kept his fingers loose on the release loops. There was no way short of a youkai attack that he would be using them.

She leaned back, and began winding the rest of the rope down his body, criscrossing in an intriquate pattern down his neck and chest. Besides the ropes on his wrists, not a single knot was used throughout the pattern. She moved off of his hips, pushing her palms against his lower back to encourage him to arch for her. He complied, his breath catching as she carefully looped the rope around his hips in a criss crossing pattern. That breath exploded from him with an edge of a startled gasp when she wrapped the base of his cock and his balls together, creating a make-shift cock wring out of the rope. The feel of the silken threads pressing into his hard, heated flesh was a sensation that was nearly too beautiful to describe. She maneuvered his legs so that his knees were bent, his heels pressed close to his ass, and murmured something unintelligible. The approving smile though made him catch his lip between his teeth.

It was odd to feel so aroused when he was being so indecently exposed, but the minute her heated gaze drifted over his straining erection that unease faded away. He watched, fascinated, as she leaned forward, brushing her lips feather light from his collar bone down the middle of his chest. Her breath was hot on his skin, her eyes locked with his as she slowly crawled off the foot of the bed. Her lips teased the skin of his stomach, skirting around his erection in favor of flicking her tongue along the line of his hip. He strained his neck to maintain eye contact as she kissed her way down his thigh, stopping when her feet were firmly on the floor and laying a light flick of her tongue to the side of his knee.

He heard the whoosh of the crop through the air, but he wasn't at all prepared for the sharp sting of it connecting the outside of his thigh hard. He sucked down a breath, back jerking in surprise just as another swat fell to the top of his thigh. She was watching him as she applied the crop to his body, covering his thighs and stomach with bright red welts. At first, they stung sharply, the pain blurring from one hit to the next, and he wasn't entirely certain he enjoyed it. But when the sting started to move into a warm heat, his skin sensitized to every flick of the crop... It was heaven. He couldn't control the shifting in his hips, nor the trembling that racked through the rest of his body. His lower lip was so firmly caught between his teeth that he could taste the faintest trace of blood on his tongue.

Hakkai gasped hard, his head falling back against the bed and his entire body straining when the lashings stopped abruptly. Sweat slicked his skin and breathing was suddenly a very difficult thing. Every inch of his skin that had been kissed by the crop was now red and throbbing deliciously in time with his erratic heart beat. His eyes fell closed as he pushed against the heady resistance of the ropes entwined around him. He jerked hard on the ropes when something cool was pooled onto his stomach, the shock of it near intoxicating against his sensitive skin. He opened his eyes to find that she had removed the clips fom her nipples and was now trailing the chain in idle swipes across his mid section and chest. One guess was all he needed to figure out what she intended next.

Yaone smiled slowly as she circled around to the side of the bed, leaning over him so that her lips were poised over the nipple farthest from her. Her breasts rubbed against his arm, her tits hard and hot on his bicep. Hakkai's throat strained with the effort to keep the low growl from coming when her tongue licked out, quick and wet, against his nipple. The air cooled against the wetness, giving him more of that hot/cold contrast that was wreaking havok on his nerves. Another pass of her tongue was quickly followed by her closing her lips around it, sharp teeth biting down just hard enough to send a snapping bolt of pleasure through him. She continued the assault to his chest, switching between hard nips and gentle licks, until it became hard to think beyond her mouth and what it was doing to him. When she switched to the neglected side, she fixed the tiny metal clip in place on the one she'd tormented, making him cry out sharply, "Yes!"

The crop connected with his thigh hard enough to cut through the haze of pleasure. Hakkai's eyes flew open when she released his nipple, her fingers curling into his hair and jerking hard. "Be. Quiet. If you disobey me again, I promise you won't enjoy it." He was half tempted to call her bluff, but there was something in her eyes that suggested she was perhaps being very serious. There were plenty of awful things that could happen when tied up and aroused... like being left unsatisfied. That simply wouldn't do! Instead of voicing his doubt, he nodded his understanding and gripped his hands around the ropes tighter to keep from crying out when the other clip was settled in place. Slowly, she drew back, her lips parting and a flash of desire sparking through her eyes as she looked him over. "You look even more beautiful than I'd thought you would," she commented. "Remember; reverse, forward."

He had only a moment to question why she would remind him of the words when she crawled onto the bed, spreading his legs apart as much as the ropes would allow. His eyes widened when the loops around his cock and balls pulled a little tighter, effectively preventing him from coming prematurely. The pressure of blood under his skin was intense, his pulse throbbing more noticeably along his shaft. He stopped breathing for a few seconds when she leaned between his legs, going not for his aching groin but for... His scar. She was watching him the entire time her lips parted, waiting for him to call for a reverse. He was close to it, too, but then her tongue was exploring the knot of flesh and sending sickeningly erotic signals through his nerves that any thought of protest vanished. Her tongue licked, dipped and curled along the jagged area, searching every last crease and detail as if his scar were coated in the sweetest sugar she'd ever tasted. Never before had he ever felt so... filthy. The fact that she seemed to take such pleasure in the mark of his sins made him feel so delightfully dirty. So... violated. He reveled in it, and came very close to begging her not to stop when her mouth began to move upward.

A quickly strangled cry came from him when her teeth found the body-warmed chain connecting one clip to the other, pulling sharp enough to twist his nipples wickedly. He felt her low laugh purr from her chest against his stomach before she repeated the quick tug. Her mouth was pressing further up his chest as he continued to pant, damp pieces of his hair clinging to his cheek. He welcomed her lips on his eagerly and sucked hard on her tongue when she pushed it between his lips. He ground his hips hard into hers, whimpering into her mouth when he encountered the wet warmth between her legs. It was a very good thing she'd thought to create a cock ring of sorts, otherwise their evening would have ended right then and there. He felt her stretch across for the bag as she continued to devour his mouth, and he chased after her lips when she sat back, easing herself out from between his legs.

She sat the bag on the bed, reaching in to pull out whatever she had in there. The minute he saw the two small objects in her hands, he said hoarsely, "Reverse!"

Yaone stopped just as she was about to uncap the syringe needle, the little glass bottle of clear fluid held tightly in her palm. "Yes?"

"What are you doing, and what is that?" While he trusted her not to harm him, he wasn't at all easy on letting her inject him with random, foreign substances.

The expression on her face said that she'd anticipated him calling a hault over this bit of kink, her smile being one of the familiar gentle patience she usually gave him. It did wonders to alleviate some of his concern. "Aphrodisiac," she explained, holding the small bottle up between two fingers. "A mixture of kava kava, damiana and water. All this will do is make the experience more... interesting. It won't affect your reasoning capabilities in the least, and there are no permanent side effects that you need to worry about."

Hakkai hesitated for a few seconds longer, debating still on whether or not he wanted to go through with this. When he met her eyes and saw that, should he say no, she would continue without the use of the aphrodisiac, his breath left him in a relieved sigh. It was the fact that she would accomodate him that made him nod and say, "Forward." He trusted her, and he had to admit to being curious about what exactly would happen.

He wasn't at all expecting her to fill the syringe and lean forward to stick the needle directly into his femoral artery. Oh, he knew the needle would be used... he just never thought she'd use it such an intimate place. The needle breaking his skin was sharp and immediate, the aphrodisiac burning ever so slightly as it was injected. The slight pain felt amazing and he had to close his eyes when she leaned over and pressed a kiss against the injection cite. "We'll give that a couple minutes to set in. I promise that you're going to enjoy its effect," she soothed. His back arched when her lips were suddenly sucking on the head of his cock, her tongue teasing at the slit while her fingers rolled his balls in a gentle massage. Oh... sweet... mercy!

He somehow managed to get his eyes open so that he could watch her head bob up and down along his cock, his head bumping the back of her throat with each deep swallow downward before releasing to the point where he was just barely within her mouth. Her approving hum was like an electric zap to his body, rippling pleasure through him in warm pulses that had him trying to rock into her mouth. His lower lip was bleeding again as he fought not to say her name, pray to God, cuss... It was just so difficult to focus on being silent when all he wanted to do was beg for her to suck him off.

A strange tingling feeling began to work its way into his groin, causing him to gasp raggedly before his entire body shivered. Oh, God... Oh God, the aphrodisiac... The tingles centralized in his erection, his balls, his hips and thighs... everywhere that she was touching with her hands and mouth. The sensations were beyond incredible. Even the slightest ghosting of her fingers across his skin was the most exquisite torture he could imagine. The rest of his body felt almost numb when compared to the sensitivity of his erogenous areas, and it was enough to to make him clench his teeth as desperate whine came from his throat. He needed her. She could take him however she wanted just so long as he got his relief.

When she pulled back completely, her spit cooling as it came into contact with the air, he growled in protest and tried to lift his restrained hips upward. Yaone planted her hand firmly to his stomach, her eyes speaking the threat for her. Hakkai glared back but snapped his mouth shut tightly. Later, he would show her why exactly paybacks were such a bitch. His glare turned to a curious glance when he saw her reach for the bag again, pulling out two more objects. Both were immediately recognizable, but surely she didn't intend to...

Yaone opened the container of lubricant, coating two of her fingers liberally before returning to her crouched position over his groin. Once again, she maintained eye contact as she took him into her mouth again... and pressed her cooly coated fingers against his ass, massaging the tightened muscles in order to coax his body into accepting her. He should have felt horrified, or disgusted or any number of other adjectives that described how wrong it was for her to be doing this. Strange how he couldn't seem to find his vocabulary tonight. Her first finger finally slid in, pumping slowly in and out to accustom him to the movement. When she twisted her finger inside him and curled it slightly... He couldn't hold back on the scream of pleasure any longer. His back was no longer on the mattress and his mind went momentarily blank of any thought except how good it felt. He couldn't even think of why it felt good, he was so overwhelmed by the sensation. Combined with her mouth on him and the aphrodisiac working through his system and the way he was bound to the bed... The loops restraining his release might not be enough to hold him back.

Her second finger soon joined the first as she began to work and stretch his ass, encouraging it to relax under her touch. He was thrusting onto her fingers, thrusting into her mouth, but the movements were too shallow and she was moving far too slow to allow him to come. When her fingers withdrew, he was near sobbing and ready to break her damn rules just to have her return to what she was doing. He was just about to voice the words when he felt the second object pressing against his ass, slick and thick and... Hakkai's eyes opened to thin slits as he watched her slide the enormous dildo into him. There was no way it would fit entirely! She couldn't reasonably think that he could accomodate a nearly two foot long dildo in his ass.

The blunt end of the toy hit his prostate hard and set stars to sparking as his mouth opened in a silent scream. She shifted it against him, withdrawing it before pushing carefully into him once again. Never in a million years would he have thought he'd enjoy something like this. Never in two million years would he have thought Yaone would be the one doing it to him. His nipples were hurting in that too-delicious way he was starting to become addicted to. The sheets were sticking to his drenched back, his throat was sore from gasping and gulping down air and he seriously felt like he might pass out from sensory overload before he'd had the chance to come.

"Hakkai, open your eyes." Her voice was breathy, low and a little husky sounding with passion. He had no idea how he managed to obey her, but God, was he glad he did. Yaone leaned back against the bed on her side, scooting closer to him so that one boot and stocking covered leg curled across his stomach while the other slid straight along his side. She lifted the knee on his stomach up, giving him a perfect view of her fitting the other end of the dildo inside herself. Her eyes fluttered closed, eyebrows drawing together hard as she gasped in pleasure. When she had as much as she could take inside her, her lips were curved in the most blissful smile he'd ever seen. She opened her eyes and met his just as she pushed her hips toward his, one of her hands gripping his upraised knee to help with the movement.

The toy pressed into them both, causing her to hiss and him to groan. The visual they made together was one he knew he'd remember for the rest of his life, their hips rolling together and apart as was usual for sex while the entire thing was beyond the norm. Her free hand slid down the patent leather corset to her slit, her fingers finding her clitoris and rubbing it in quick, small circles that made her arch her neck against his ankle and rock more quickly agains him. Her movements forced the dildo deeper against him, until the line between pleasure and pain began to blur. It hurt, but he'd be damned if he told her to stop. It felt almost too good, too hard, just... too much. Everything combined was just too much sensation for him and it was starting to cross over closer to pain.

She cried out as she came, and his breath caught in his throat when he actually saw her orgasm. He went still as he watched her body cling to the toy, leaving a wet trail along it each time she rocked away from him. It was absolutely mesmerizing the watch as she slowly withdrew the toy from her body, breathing hard as she pushed her hair away with shaky fingers. The need to come was burning through him, becoming more important than even breathing. The dildo was still in his ass, shifting to tease against his prostate. He was shaking from head to toe and his cock was swollen with denied release. When she sat up and fumbled to remove the loops preventing him from coming, he almost sobbed his relief.

Yaone was on him and fucking him as if she meant to break his hips, screaming as one hand scored his chest while the other tugged on the nipple clips. She surged forward and began to kiss him hard while rubbing her breasts against him. The kiss was savage, teeth biting and tongues fighting. Hakkai was growling into her mouth steadily as she slammed herself up and down his cock. He heard the sound of wet flesh connecting over and over again, felt her fingers curl around the chain again. The dildo kept sliding against his prostrate, stimulating him in a way that was completely alien but beyond amazing. He wasn't going to last much longer. The need was too great. He wanted it too badly, too desperately...

He came hard, twisting his mouth away in favor of arching his neck back and screaming. At the exact moment he came, she jerked hard enough on the chain to pull the clips from his nipples, adding yet another burst of pain to mingle with the pleasure. It seemed to go on forever, the all-consuming, overwhelming release rocketing through him so that he was no longer certain whether he was alive or dead. It was just a pleasure so intense that any thoughts beyond that were irrelavent.

Hakkai wasn't sure if he blacked out or not, but he didn't remember her getting off him. He didn't remember her untying him or stripping until she was just as naked as he was. The next conscious thought he had was of her hands on his back (though when he'd been turned over he couldn't say) as they massaged his stiff shoulders, steadily working her way down to his throbbing thighs that were still tingling a little from the aphrodisiac. He couldn't seem to stop shivering and knew that if assassins decided to attack now that he would be completely useless. He was sore all over, he was tired and there was no way he was leaving his bed in the morning. To hell with the mission and Sanzo's temper. It would be impossible for him to drive in the morning, he could feel it already.

He cracked an eye open when he felt a warm cloth running over his skin, soothing and light. Yaone was sitting cross legged between him and the wall, a perfectly satiated look on her face. She caught him watching her and blushed a little, her smile turning just a bit smug as she took in his drunk-like state. "Did you enjoy that?"

He managed a weak nod, clearing his throat before mumbling thickly, "It was intense. I don't think I could handle something like that on a regular basis."

"I don't think I could either. But once in a while... would you like me to do that again?"

There was no hesitancy over that answer. "Oh, God, yes!" She laughed softly, tossing the wet cloth into the basin on the table before leaning over to turn the light off. He allowed her to situate him as she wanted, draping his arm over her stomach while she twined her legs with his. She kissed him gently good night before settling back into the pillows with a heavy sigh. Hakkai was quick to follow her into sleep, tucking his head onto her shoulder more comfortably. While he'd enjoyed her display of dominance greatly... lying next to her in bed left him feeling just as content.