The air around them seemed to crackle with anticipation as Beatrix leaned closer, her breath caressing his cheek lightly. With slow deliberation, she reached out and traced a delicate finger along his jawline, savoring the way he involuntarily flinched at her touch. "You know what comes next," she purred, her lips mere inches away from his earlobe. "Do not disappoint me tonight, slave."

Without further prompting, Death Master lowered his head obediently, kissing first one pale white breast, nipples hardening visibly against his tongue. Moving steadily downwards, he lavished attention on every sensitive spot he found, his mouth working feverishly to please his cruel master. By the time he reached her thighs, both were panting heavily, sweat trickling down their bodies. Beatrix arched her hips forward, encouraging him to continue his worship. His fingers probed eagerly, seeking out her most secret places, driving her higher and higher until she cried out in ecstasy, her powerful orgasm wracking her slender frame. Finally, spent, she pushed him roughly away, satisfied for now. "Get cleaned up," she commanded curtly. "Tomorrow will be an eventful day indeed."

Death Master stumbled backward, dazed and satiated but already yearning for more. He crawled across the cool marble floor toward the bathroom where hot water waited to help ease some of the aches and soreness left behind by their encounter. As instructed, he scrubbed himself thoroughly, trying to erase all traces of their passionate union. When he felt somewhat presentable again, he returned to find his mistress reclined casually on her throne, sipping absently from a crystal goblet filled with blood.

"Hmmm…" Beatrix mused thoughtfully before finally setting aside her drink. Standing slowly, she gracefully descended from her raised seat, her black dress rustling softly as she approached him. "Today," she said calmly, her piercing red gaze locking onto his own, "you shall entertain me." She circled him like a predator eyeing its prey, her long black hair seemingly alive with malevolence. Suddenly, she stopped directly behind him and placed her hands firmly on his shoulders. "Bend over," she whispered huskily, her warm breath tickling the nape of his neck.