"Lust." That single, barking word was a bitter rebuke rolling off his tongue. He snatched his hand from her throat as if the very touch of her skin disgusted him, then curled his fingers around the waistband of her pants and tugged her flush up against his body. Forcing her closer. Grinding his desire into her helpless form. "You're so pathetic when you snivel and whine like this."
Deus was drunk on power at the moment. He was rubbing it in. He was proving to her just how much he truly could control her. She had used up her chances, in his eyes. Now, it was time to put her in her place.
Lifting up his free hand between them, his slid his fingers through Lust's lovely dark hair and petted her gently. The strokes were soothing, careful, as if apologizing for his earlier behavior, but the look in his eyes was far too dark to possibly express regret.
Smirking, the Demon King clenched his fist in her hair, making sure to get a good grip, then used that leverage to push her down. Kneeling.
Kneeling in deference.
"Alright. I'll give you another chance, then." He sounded as if he was doing her a favor. His fingers found her chin, petted her cheek, and then he let her go entirely, taking a few steps back until he was seated on the edge of her bed.
"Come," he beckoned, then paused, a certain look flitting across his features. "Crawl."