You reach out a hand to run through his hair, a faded blue and silver at the roots. It tangles in your hands, unwashed from his time spent in the black cells before being presented to you.
You suddenly yank it, causing him to yelp and wince away.
Only to step closer, you shove him onto his knees and off of his standing feet. Wrists chained, he cannot resist and barely catches himself from falling forward. There's a thought, you place the foot of your slipper against his face, pushing it to the ground. The floor is cool against his flushed cheek, the iron throne looming above a few feet away.
You prod at his lips with the toe of your silk-covered feet, until he understands and reluctantly, obediently kisses the top of your foot with full, lush lips.
"If I were not your queen, would you be so eager to show how subservient you are to me?" You see the stiffening cock tented against the front of his breeches, torn and filthy. You hum thoughtfully, "Likely, considering how hard this makes you, slut".
He blushes a deeper red on his sun-bronzed skin, looking away shamefully yet not insisting otherwise.
You turn his face towards upwards, towards your's with your knuckles tapping against his sharp jaw.
"This is what you truly want, isn't it? To show just how good and compliant you can be to a woman, isn't it? I know, sweet, and I will let you for I do so love to see you on your knees. Now, show your proper courtesies to the Queen and kiss the ring, pretender king." He presses his lips to it, the gilded petal-shaped thing it is on your forefinger, lingering you notice.
"What ever shall I do with you," You ask, in a falsely exasperated tone, "You could have been my actual King, attempted to be and now, you're this - a captive, a slave at only the Queen's mercy, her will to do with the false dragon as she wishes."
There are so many things I wish to do to you, I cannot name them all for I fear some do not even have names yet. We shall have to give them some, won't we?