Obedience
She watched, fascinated, as his tension slowly eased, his mouth softening, the grip of his hands gentling. His head now dropped to her breast, his forehead settling into the crook of her neck. She pushed a hand through his hair as his ragged breath slowed.
She stared at his vulnerable face as if it was a rare sight, a miracle. She did not feel used at all like that night. She felt strangely powerful, vividly alive as if she was the key to his peace. His happiness lies in her arms.
She stared at his strong muscles, his broad chest and the line of muscles on them. He looked strong, sturdy. She had watched for hours when he practiced in the training field. She had always felt that he was strong but now that she could touch him. She felt amazed by the strength of those arms. There were wounds on his back but he did not even flinch when she dug her nails there.