Grouse Thicket I love the way

Good.
The sound resonated through her lithe frame earning him a shiver of hatred, disgust, and sorrow.
All she wanted now...was a family. They'd taken her children when she still wanted to love them. They took her last morsel of her lovers legacy.
She wanted more.
More.

And there he was, pushing her closer to the ground with just his eyes, making her grovel for his affection.
So she did.
Sasha belly-crawled closer to him, rolling herself onto her back, forcing crocodile tears from her eyes as she gave him a soft whimper. Not to make him feel sympathy -- no, he didn't have that -- but to make him feel the power he had over her. 

"Yes Grandmaster," the words fell from her lips. There was almost no doubt that he still called himself that. He was too proud.