His face still set in angry determination; he braced his hands on the edge of the metallic cage he had built around her. "The only person who will make you come is me," he said with so much confidence she squirmed in her shackles in anticipation. The chiseled perfection of his body was framed by his throne behind him so that she had two sets of red eyes staring down at her in this compromising position. The heat of his fiery gaze spread through her center and the ruby glint of the eyes on the throne behind him affirming his power over her as her Lord and master. 