A/N: Another 100 Word Drabble. I can't help it, they're so cute! :3
She looked confidently down at her lover as he squirmed beneath her. She would make him yield, just like he ought to.
Where was the sarcastic wit and humor now? Even if those traits were part of the reason she fell in love with him, they did get annoying.
Her eyes narrowed and took on a delicious hue of sinful intention and he gasped and yielded himself, because, just like a good boy, he knew he was at her clemency.
No witty retorts or mirthful epithets? She thought as he yielded to her powerful prowess, just as he should do.
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