“You mean I’m not safe and protected unless I’m here with you or with one of the men assigned to take care of me.”
“It’s not a safe world, and I’ve made a lot of enemies,” he said.
“You really need to consider the kind of people you meet. It’s not all bad.”
“You know that from experience.”
She shrugged. “I’ve done some traveling. I’ve met a lot of different people.”
“Yet, you’re still here.”
“I’m a prisoner.”
“Would you have ever left Stonewall?” he asked.
“No.”
“You didn’t even hesitate there. I think you’re lying.”
“I seem to recall an initiation.” She turned and lifted her shirt. “The names look familiar. I took my vows that night very seriously.”
“And yet you still ran because you couldn’t handle it.”
“I’m not going to get in this with you. Not again. You’re not listening.”
He held his hands up. “Truce. I’m never going to believe you when it comes to the reason you ran, and you’re never going to give up. Let’s not talk about it and talk about your current problem instead.”
“What do you consider my current problem?” She folded her arms beneath her breasts, pushing them up.
Again, the shirt she wore was too damn big for him to be able to admire them, and it pissed him off that he didn’t get to see her.
“Yes, your current problem.”
“Why is it taking forever to get an actual response out of you? I don’t have time for this.”
He smiled. “Your horniness.”
“Oh, please, I can handle myself.”
“You can’t touch your pussy.” If the guards were not around her, he was in the shower with her and at dinner and even in her bed.
There was not a moment when she wasn’t attended.
He made sure to keep an eye on her, not giving her a chance to go out of his sight.
She stared down his body, and her hand cupped his dick.
“And you don’t have a problem either?”
The evidence of his own need filled her hand.
“You think I can’t wait? Believe me, this is nothing.”
“You like having blue balls.”
“I like having a willing cunt dancing on my cock a lot more.”
“I’m not going to be willing.”
“Who are you trying to kid? After everything we’ve done and been through, you still want my dick deep inside you. I bet you’d love for me to blow my load within you. To fill you up. To have you dripping with my cum.”
“Do you read these romance books?” she asked.
“I just know what I want and what I like.” He stroked a finger down her neck. “So how about we make this interesting?”
“In what way?”
“We play a game.”
“We’re a little old to be playing games.”
He took her hand. “You’re never too old to play.”
Leading her out of the library, he went to the pool room, closing the door and flicking the lock into place.
“Don’t you ever get bored of having to find your own space in your own home?”
“I do what I have to do. The guards are necessary.”
“Why?” she asked.
“You really want to know?”
“Clearly Stonewall got interesting when I left.”
“Stonewall has always been interesting. You’ve just not seen what’s hidden beneath the surface.”
She walked to the pool table, her hand running along the fabric. “I don’t know how to play pool.”
“That’s fine. We’re not going to play an actual game. We’re going to pot the balls,” he said, lining the balls into the triangle.
She grabbed one of the sticks and handed it to him.
“Were you tempted to beat me with it?”
“Not at all. I know to hurt you it’s going to take something a lot harder than a piece of wood.”
“I’m not indestructible.”
“See, there you are with the ego.” She shrugged. “Anyway, pot the balls?”
“Yes.”
“Anyone who doesn’t pot the balls, an item of clothing has to go.”
“This is already not fair. I’m not allowed to wear any underwear. I think it’s unfair because I’ve got big tits and they hurt when I don’t wrap them up.” She folded her arms beneath her breasts and lifted them up.
“It would look even better without your shirt on.”
“Is this how you imagined life?” she asked. “Being in this big house. Commanding lots of men. Having the world bow down before you.”
“The world is a bit much, but it’s exactly how I imagined.”
“It is?”
“Yes.”
She didn’t need to know anything more. “When all the clothes are gone, what do we do?”
“We’ll get to that.”
“Fine. Fine. I’ll let you shoot first.”
He leaned forward, lined the stick with the triangle of balls, and shot.
Two balls landed on his first shot. Rather than take another, he stepped back.
Lady’s turn.
Much to Draven’s surprise, she sank two balls.
He watched her as she bent forward. The shirt was large enough to show off the curves of her tits.
“So, once you let your party rape me, what would you have done?” she asked as he lined up his shot about to take it.