Kilgrave

He saw her running away from him. Irritated, he extended out his arm and grabbed her wrist. He was unnaturally strong and quickly pulled her backwards to him.

"Now now where do you think you're going?" He raised his eyebrow, not believing her for a moment. Still holding her wrist, he pulled her closer. He leaned forward, lowering his voice.

"Try again. You really do need to learn the art of the fib. It's not working for you."

He was caught off guard as he felt her energy surge, and his hold on her loosened. He wasn’t used to victims of his powers actually standing up against him, and for a moment, he was shocked. He quickly reeled her back in, yanking her so her back was against his chest, and wrapping an arm around her waist. He growled, his mouth now near her ear.

"Naughty." He held her against him, enjoying how small and delicate she was compared to him. He ran a hand up her stomach, lightly tracing his fingers over her skin and up to her neck, holding her jaw in his hand. He forced her to look up at him, and he bent down a bit so his eyes were level with hers, a smirk on his face.

Don't touch me

"Why should I?" He continued to kiss along her neck, his lips gently yet possessively claiming her skin. He could tell she was crying, and he reveled in the fact that he was the one making her cry. He moved his mouth up to her ear, his lips grazing her skin.

“Why are you crying? Are you scared of me?” He paused, still holding her against him, but he pulled away and smirked. Even though she wasn’t under his control, he couldn’t help trying to toy with her. He put on a mock-sympathetic tone as his hand continued to cup her jaw, his thumb gently stroking her skin.

I repeated slowly after him. He smirked in satisfaction as he heard her repeat his words back to him. He was enjoying this little game, and he planned on using it to his advantage. As he continued to walk and pulled her along with him, he looked at her with clear interest in his eyes.

“Good girl. Come on, we’re going back to my place.” He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed and a smug look on his face, watching her slowly change into the nightgown he had laid out. He noticed the tears, and a part of him relished at seeing how powerless she was becoming under his commands. He approached her once she was changed, and he couldn’t resist running a hand over the fabric of the nightgown, his fingers gently caressing her skin.

“You look beautiful. Turn around.”

I slowly turned.

He couldn't help admiring her as she turned around. His eyes slowly looked her up and down, taking in every inch of her figure in the nightgown. He walked up behind her, placing his hands on her hips and pulled her flush against his chest. He leaned down and began to kiss her neck, his lips and tongue exploring her skin.