Kinjal had to admit, even to herself that she loved this part. It was the power of it, she was sure. There was this man, begging her, and she loved every single second of it. She'd bet, right this second that he would, quite literally do anything she asked him to. Besides, the more out there it was, the more galleons she raked in. Who was it that had said she didn't personally get anything out of her work?
She bat his hand a way and wagged her finger the way she might've to a child, or a pet. "Only when I say," she reminded him.
"You're weak. I think you should have tried harder." Despite his attempt to touch her yet again, though, she still stepped closer, teasing him with her very presence. With one hand, she cupped his cheek, forcing him to look up at her. "And I'm not sure your apology is enough. Would you get on your knees and beg if I said so? I think I want you to beg."