The way he sat on the throne, with his legs spread and not quite slouching but something in between that and perfect posture, with his eyes half-lidded and his huge cock standing erect and imposing from his trousers screamed arrogance at its finest. He stroked himself lazily, watching her. His platinum wedding band and the golden circlet in his near-white hair shone like a star. She could feel his want as though it were a mass of writhing, invisible arms reaching out toward her.