"Where are you going?" "David, why must we do this every week? I'm going to visit Myra." "I still don't understand why, after all this time you still go to visit that slave." I want to bite back about him f**king a slave but I think better of it. "I'm not sure why you felt the need to follow me, David. I'm not under any illusion that Jiselle's death changed the man you are. By all means, call your slave back and finish whatever you started, so I can visit Myra in peace."
A smile spreads across his face, and he brings his mouth close to my ear. "I think my wife is jealous she was not the one on my desk with my c**k buried deep inside her," he says making my skin crawl. "Not at all, my king. After all, it is me that remains your queen despite these meaningless romps."
He pulls back, taki
