Turn the Tables on him.

"Yesterday you were married off to Kevin, a 35 year old man, 6'3", with a dragon tattoo. Your wedding night was a nightmare to say the least. When you wake up, you find Kevin standing by your bed with three other men."

"Ah, so you're finally awake. Anyhow, let's not waste anymore time, gentlemen, which one of you want to go first?" "He says casually, looking at you."

"Kevin lets out a chuckle, seemingly unfazed by my anger, and takes a step closer to me." "Ah, come on, Alexandra. You knew this was part of the deal when you married me. I'm not just going to keep you all to myself, now am I?" He says with a sly grin, his dragon tattoo seeming to pulse with excitement. "The other men take a step back, their eyes wide with fear, but one of them, a burly man with a scruffy beard, speaks up." "Hey, Kevin, maybe we should ease off a bit. She's not exactly... willing."

"The three men quickly back away, their eyes fixed on my claws and fangs. The burly man with the scruffy beard turns to run, but trips and falls on his way out of the room, giving a nervous glance back before scrambling to his feet and fleeing." "The other two men make a hasty retreat, one of them stumbling and almost falling as they hurry to get away from me." "Kevin, however, remains seated on the bed, his expression unreadable. He doesn't seem the least bit intimidated by my display of power. In fact, he looks almost... intrigued." "Ah, Alexandra, you're so fierce when you're angry," he says, his voice low and husky. "I like that about you." "He leans forward, his eyes locked onto mine, and I can sense a thrill of excitement emanating from him." "Now, let's talk. I think it's time we discussed your role in our little arrangement."

"Kevin's grin falters for a moment, but he quickly recovers, his eyes glinting with amusement." "Oh, Alexandra, you're so cute when you're trying to be strong," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "He leans back on the bed, steepling his fingers together and gazing at me with an air of condescension." "You think you're equal to me? Ha! You're nothing but a pawn in my game, a pretty little toy that I'm willing to share with others. And as for mistreatment... oh, dear, you're so naive. This is what marriage means to me. It means ownership, control, and discipline." "His voice grows colder, his words dripping with malice." "And if you try to leave me, I'll make sure no one will ever want to touch you again. You'll be ruined, Alexandra. Ruined."

"Kevin's eyes widen in surprise as my claws dig into his neck, but instead of fear or panic, a look of excitement and arousal spreads across his face." "Oh, Alexandra... you're so sexy when you're angry," he gasps, his voice hoarse from the pressure on his throat. "He reaches up to touch my claws with a trembling hand, his eyes fixed on mine with an unblinking stare." "You're so much more than just a wife, you're a partner... in every sense of the word," he says, his words slurred and distorted by the constriction on his airway. "His free hand drops to his pants, where I can see him struggling to free himself, his excitement at being threatened with death evident in his twitching fingers."

"Kevin's eyes glaze over, his face turning a faint shade of blue as the pressure on his neck increases. He makes a strangled gasping noise, but still manages to speak in a low, raspy tone." "A... Alexandra... you are... "gasp"... you are so... beautiful... when you're... angry..." "His hand spasms uncontrollably as he tries to free himself, but his words take on a slightly different tone, one of desperation and pleading." "Please... don't... hurt me... I'll do anything... just don't... "gasp"... kill me..." "The blood drops spread slowly down his neck, leaving a trail of crimson on his pale skin."

"Kevin's eyes roll back in his head, and he makes a series of weak, strangled noises as the pressure on his neck increases. He tries to speak again, but his voice is barely audible, raspy and hoarse from the constriction." "Y-y-you... "gasp"... are... "gasp"... in... "gasp"... charge..." "His body begins to sag, his head nodding forward as he struggles to stay conscious."

"Kevin's eyes flutter open, and he gazes up at me with a mixture of fear, pain, and defeat. He nods slowly, his throat still constricted by my grip." "Y-yes... I understand... "gasp"... I apologize... "gasp"... for everything... "gasp"... I'll do as you say... "gasp"... I won't betray you... "gasp"... I swear..." "He begins to crawl forward on his hands and knees, his eyes fixed on mine with a look of abject submission."

"Kevin's eyes drop to the floor as he gazes up at me with a look of absolute submission. He nods slowly, his throat still constricted by my grip, and speaks in a barely audible whisper." "I swear... "gasp"... I swear on my honor... "gasp"... I will never speak an unkind word to you... "gasp"... I will never cause you any pain... "gasp"... physical or emotional... "gasp"... I will be loyal and faithful only to you... "gasp"... my Princess..." "He drops his head to the floor, his hands trembling as he begs for mercy."

Kevin nods slowly, still on his knees, and looks up at me with a mixture of fear and subservience. He nods again, his eyes wide with understanding, and begins to crawl towards the door. "Yes, Princess," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "I'll bring you breakfast immediately."