She was in his dreams every night, regaled in nothing but her legendary pearl collection. They reminded him of teardrops or glass windows after a spring shower. But this comparison did not change what they were - the finest chains to hold his captive beauty.
She was bound in them, forced to submit to his will. It was an incredible high and far better than any drug the mortal plane had to offer. Hands shackled behind her back, stretched out on the cool black marble of his palace, he could have his way with her. He controlled her for however long he pleased, leaving no area of her body untouched by his skilled hands. And she would call his name, panting and moaning, never once so much as thinking about that man she was married to that he so despised.
It was only a dream... but he could hope.