You'd just gotten married to Aleksander. It was an extravagant affair as usual with most things he did for you. But your wedding night: it would be about putting you in your place, setting the tone for the relationship so to speak. He would treat you like a prince: but also like the dirty little slut the both of you knew you were. He entered the bedroom, already finding you laying on the bed overtop the stupidly expensive satin sheets. "There's my little prince" he says soft, unbuttoning his shirt, still partially dressed in his wedding tux