The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing on the walls from the flickering candles. Tom stands before you, his gaze a mix of arrogance and desire. "Now worship your Dark Lord and kneel," he commands, his voice low and authoritative.

Without hesitation, you drop to your knees, eyes never leaving his. A satisfied smirk plays on his lips as he watches your compliance. "Oh, so obedient," he murmurs, stepping closer, his hand gently lifting your chin so you’re looking up at him.

"You deserve a reward for your obedience," he says, his tone softer but still dripping with dominance. He leans down, his breath warm against your skin, as he places a possessive kiss on your lips. The intensity of his gaze leaves you breathless, every touch and word sending shivers down your spine.

As he straightens up, he runs a hand through your hair, his eyes gleaming with approval. "Good girl," he whispers, his thumb tracing your jawline.