The sun was beginning to set, shielding the palace in the haze of dusk. Jasmine sat in silence at a small table. Her legs were crossed elegantly while her index finger traced the rim of her wine glass. Jafar had been in a royal meeting the majority of the day and she wondered what the outcome would be. Her mind traveled to her father. He had always made a point to teach her about politics but to her regret she did not put as much interest into it as she should have. Now she found herself craving to know more, to be involved, to take hold of the responsibility that had been placed on her since birth. However, these new desires had been somewhat thwarted by Jafar, for he very rarely let her in on these matters. He certainly never included her in meetings with other diplomats. Her frustration over this matter had been building for quite some time now, but she was unable to pursue a solution because she was at a loss on how to persuade him to let her in.

She tensely took a long drink of her wine, feeling the warmth travel down to her belly. He would speak to her at night as their bodies lay entwined with one another about cultivating her, teaching her, sharing power, yet how could she become a great queen if he would not allow her to completely thrive?

"Power..." she mused to herself. Her husband had demonstrated his power so clearly from the beginning. He had asserted himself as head of all others and from that moment not a soul except for her had ever challenged him. She fully understood how he was portrayed to all people within the palace. No one ever dared to make eye contact with him let alone speak out, although she was not sure if it was out of respect or fear. It did not matter either way really. When she was at his side they all would treat her in the same manner as well; however, it was when she was alone she noticed that she did not have the same stronghold or presence as Jafar. As much as she tried the power that she possessed was not enough yet. As she focused in on her irritation a servant had come to refill her glass, but accidentally knocked it over and the glass shattered across the table, breaking Jasmine s concentration. She darted her eyes to the servant's and glared.

"Your Highness I apologize. I-"

"I do not need or want an explanation. Just clean it up." She spoke sternly.

The servant nodded and began picking up shards of glass. Jasmine turned her head to see that Jafar had been standing a few feet from her, for how long she was not certain. He smirked and walked over to her, brushing her hair away from her neck so that he could plant a small kiss on it.

"How is my wife this evening?" He whispered in her ear.

Unamused Jasmine kept silent. Jafar stood up to gauge her mood. Swiftly he turned to the servant.

"Leave us."

The servant frantically shuffled out of the room, leaving the remainder of glass still spread across the table.

"What is it?" he asked.

"I would like a debriefing on the meeting." She said frankly.

"And why do you feel the need to know that?" he studied her closely.

"Well as Queen I need to be apprised of-"

"Jasmine if I felt that you had a vital role to play in this matter trust me I would have let you know, but these matters do not concern you."

She felt a heat rise in her chest and she aggressively stood up to meet his gaze. "This is my kingdom too and it would seem foolish to exclude-"

Before she could finish her sentence Jafar grabbed her wrist and pulled her down the hallway into their chamber. Shutting the door quietly he turned around to see her inches away from his face. She spoke loudly, "What do you think you are doing?"

Without saying a word he backhanded her so violently that it forced her to let out a small cry. She bent over, holding her cheek and realizing that she had forgotten how strong his blows could be. He towered over her and his words were biting and deliberate, "I would hate to think that you have forgotten your place."

Her eyes sprung open and she bit her lip. Suddenly she gripped her pendant and fiercely whipped her hand through the air, causing a vase to fling into the opposite wall of the room. Jafar's mouth tightened in anger and in one, solid motion he shoved her against the wall and began squeezing her neck.

"I see your temper has not been completely controlled yet." His words were short and sharp. Jasmine clawed at the fingers trapping her neck, but he was so much bigger than her that he did not even notice. He leaned into her until his mouth was against her ear.

"I can feel you beginning to faint, my sweet. Do you not remember me warning you that your life will always be in my hands? Did you need a reminder?"

He then abruptly released her and let her collapse on the floor. While she coughed and recovered he sat on the bed, arms crossed, staring into her in waiting.

Once she had regained her breath, she crossed her arms tightly across her body, unsure of what to do.

"Jasmine I think my gift to you has gotten into your veins too deeply. Being drunk with power is not only foolish, it is dangerous. I am beginning to think I allowed you this too soon."

Jasmine's eyes shot up in desperation, No. No you didn't! I I made a mistake. Her eyes plead in earnest to him, I had a temporary lapse. I just truly want to rule as a queen should. I wanted you to let me in. I wanted you to trust me, to know that I can be what is expected of me.

"I told you more than once that in time-"

"I know," she cut him off. "I was impatient. It was foolish of me." She clutched her pendant tight, "I beg you do not take this gift away from me."

He studied her intensely. Her chest rose and fell in a shallow manner and her nervousness appeared so blatant. It was then that Jafar had decided that she had been reined in sufficiently. After a few moments he slowly nodded his head once.

"Thank you." She smiled. A few moments later she rose and slowly walked over to him, taking a long, thin piece of fabric in her hand, and gently leaned him back onto the plush bed. She kissed him deeply and Jafar drank it in until he felt her begin to tie his hands together. He gently pushed her back to break the kiss and stared at her.

"Don't worry", she purred, "I'm going to show you that I can be trusted with your power." She began to work the fabric around his wrists again, but he abruptly grabbed her hips, threw her down on the bed, and bound her arms to the bed posts. She opened her mouth in shock only for him to cover it with his powerful hand.

"No no, my pet. This type of power is reserved only for me. If you want me to trust you in other things you must trust me with your body."

She stared at him wide eyed and he leaned into her ear, "I am going to do such things to my precious desert flower tonight, things that will give you utter ecstasy if you allow them to. You will have no control, no freedom, and you re going to accept that, aren't you, pussycat? And when you are certain that you can take no more I am going to fuck you with such intensity that you will never put your trust in anyone else but me."

He uncovered her mouth, trailed his finger down her neck, and firmly grabbed her breast. He licked her ear and whispered, "Do you think you can handle it?"

"Yes." Her word was strained as he pinched her nipple roughly.

"Excellent."

His hand traveled down her tensed stomach and she let out a loud, breathy moan while his agile fingers disappeared inside of her. Her hips moved in rhythm with his hand and he smiled to himself as he lowered his face to kiss her aching core, thinking of all the ways he would dominate and control her tonight.

Jasmine awoke the next day to realize it was almost noon. The sheets were soaked from both of their bodies and she was surprised to find that she was both alone and free of her bonds, although she did not know when he had released her. She sat up and found bruises around her wrists, ankles, and hips from where he had restrained her. Bite marks were painted on her neck and inner thigh. He had marked her like this before, however this time was different. She willingly let him do so. In fact...if she begged for it. She laid back down, let out a large exhale, and replayed the night's events in her head. Jafar not only bit and bruised her, but he also kissed every inch of her body as if she was a treasured conquest. Heat began to rise in her chest as thoughts of him licking her raced through her mind. He had never done that to her before, nor had he ever been so giving , so dedicated to her. Although she was sore she could feel excitement begin to build in her again and she found that her fingers began to trail down and touch herself. Right when she closed her eyes and let out a small moan she heard his low voice in the doorway.

"My my...what have we here? Did I not tire my pussycat out enough?"

Her eyes shot open and she clasped her hands together against her chest in embarrassment. A delicious smile snaked across his face as he crept across the bed and laid down beside her. His hand traced circles on her stomach stopping right above her womanhood. To her surprise she automatically sighed in excitement. With his free hand he pulled her wrists together above her head and began licking circles around her nipple.

"Does my pussycat want more?"

"Yes..." she stammered.

"Is she sure?" His fingers fluttered over her core and she bucked her hips.

"Well you cannot have it right now." He abruptly let her go and stood up.

She stared at him in shock as he loomed over her, smiling sadistically.

"I have something for you, Jasmine. Something I think you may want. I will be waiting for you in the throne room."

She sat up, pulling the sheets to her chest, and nodded.

"Oh and Jasmine, wear something that will excite any man who sees you. I want to stare upon my queen today. And make it red. It must be red."

"What is in the throne room?"

Jafar let out a small laugh. "You will need to see it in person. I would not want to ruin the surprise."

He kissed her passionately and left. Jasmine was very confused but followed through with his instructions anyway. She slid into a rich, red skirt that was so tight it was almost a second skin. The skirt hugged her voluptuous curves and fell down to the floor resembling a blood waterfall. She wrapped a bikini top around her in a way that her breasts were barely contained. She pulled her hair up in a large, high ponytail and lined her eyes the deepest of blacks. Lastly, she adorned her waist with a thin, gold chain and clasped her ruby pendent around her long neck.

She seductively entered the throne room to find Jafar looking out of the window in deep thought. When he saw her his eyes raked up her body and his face could not contain his lust and devious excitement. He grabbed her neck, pulled her into him, and possessively kissed her.

"You are ravishing...almost irresistible. And you are all mine." He kissed down her neck to her collarbone.

"Where is this surprise?" She asked with a smile.

He held her face in his hands and stared deeply into her eyes, studying her. After what seemed like hours he said, "It is behind the curtain at the end of the room. Would you like to see it?"

Feeling a great sense of uncertainty and a bit of unexplained nervousness she nodded cautiously. They walked over to the curtain and Jafar wrapped his hand around it.

"Jasmine, you claim you want power. You want me to give you power and show you how to use it effectively."

She nodded.

"Now is your first chance to exercise the power of a true queen."

And with the last word he pulled back the curtain. What was revealed was not a charm, or a weapon, or anything that she would have imagined. Instead of finding an object of strength, she found herself staring into the eyes of a dark-haired young man.