[ A brow arches at his protest — though she does note he doesn't try to brush off her hand or move away. The futile protest only makes her linger behind him, stepping in closer to Poe and lightly resting both hands on his hips. ]

Oh, but you are. [ she leans down to all but purr near his ear, her hands doing nothing but simply resting on his skin, almost as if daring him to push them away. ] You, Poe Dameron, former pride of the Resistance, belong to me now. And I will do whatever I desire with and to you.

Try and lie to yourself all you want but deep down you know it's true.

[ Kylo steps away then, dropping her hands and trailing her eyes down his backside like a caress. Perhaps he wasn't interested at the moment, but this was definitely a little bit of foreplay for her. Surely he would prefer this to her bloodying him again?

Heading into the adjoining bedroom (large, luxurious as one might expect for someone in her position, done up in blacks and charcoal and accents of red similar to how she redecorated the throne room), the lights coming on automatically at sensing someone in the room, she doesn't bother to glance Poe's way as she starts to disrobe. There's nowhere for him to go; this is her domain, if she were concerned about him being momentarily out of sight she would have had him bound. As she steps out of her boots so she can remove her pants she calls over her shoulder, ] Don't be shy now. I'll move you if I have to but I don't think you'd enjoy that.