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“Come with me. Do you want anything to drink?” he asks me as I look around the house as he escorts me through it. It’s homey, and there’s actually plants hung here and there. It’s not a surprise a man can keep them alive, but it is another layer to Kenzo that I wasn’t aware of.

“No I’m fine,” I respond absently.

“The house is a work in progress,” he sighs.

“No, I love it,” I tell him quickly. “I love how it feels lived in, plants and all. I don’t like closed spaces that are suffocating. This house feels open and inviting.”

“What was your home like growing up? Can I ask that?” he asks nervously as we step into the kitchen.

“You can ask whatever you’d like.” I shrug. “I lived in a brownstone in the main city of Forbach with my mother and sister until we moved in with my step-father. His home was closer to the castle, and he worked in some capacity for the crown. I was too young to pay attention to it at the time. It was a house with a courtyard, he had servants, and it felt very stuffy. My mother was constantly telling us not to touch anything because it was an heirloom.”

“Ugh, that sounds boring and terrible,” Kenzo complains.

“Honestly, there were just more people to witness when my mother would lose it at me. I wasn’t quiet enough, fast enough, poised enough. So she’d drag me into a tiny space and lock me away. My mother had to be careful about it when my step-father was alive though.” I shrug. “She waited until he was at work before beginning my punishment. I was always out of the crawl space by dinner, but my step-father would always notice my red eyes or paleness. He’d ask if I was getting enough sleep or sun.”

“What did your mother say to that?” Kenzo asks, his brows knitting in consternation.

“She’d say that ladies didn’t need the sun, and that I was merely feeling under the weather.” I sigh. “The questions continued the longer it went on, and before long my mother started making me bring my step-father a ’special tea’ to help him relax. Within three months, my step-father was dead.”

“Your mother made you bring him poisoned tea. Gods, do you think Cinder knows?” Kenzo asks in horror.

“She asked me what was in the tea when she called the day you were over, so I am certain she does,” I grumble. “Cinder wouldn’t stoop to murdering the King of Forbach and her husband if she didn’t think she could get away with it.”

Kenzo drops to his knees in front of me, his arms wrapping around me as he lays his head on my stomach. “I’m sorry that your childhood was like that,” he says softly, kissing my stomach. “Some people shouldn’t have children.”

“No, no they shouldn’t. I don’t really remember my father anymore, but she has always wanted her own way. Cinder and she get along moderately well, and they just ignore each other as needed,” I explain. “I haven’t spoken to my mother in ages. The woman was very disappointed that I wouldn’t marry someone who’s three times my senior.”

“Ew,” Kenzo groans. “What was the purpose of marrying him?”

“Money, power, and getting me out of Cinder’s hair. He promised to trade goods with her that Forbach can’t get, but I was the prize. I would also be forced to leave Forbach. This realm has not done its best by me, but I still care,” I tell him fiercely.

“So beautiful, I can hardly stand it,” he murmurs, picking me up as he stands.

I squeal, struggling not to wiggle as he places my ass on the island. “I do believe you promised me a meal,” he growls.

Rubbing my thighs together in an effort to gain friction, I nod. Pushing my skirt up, his eyes widen as he sees my garters. “Naughty Mistress,” he breathes. “Will you lay back for me? I want to unwrap my present.”

Allowing him to take the reins, I lay back on the table as he pushes my skirt up so it bunches around my waist. Greedy eyes take in my body, and he shoves my shirt and bra up so my breasts bounce free. “Mmm so pretty.” He sighs happily, his thumb brushing over my panty clad pussy.

Finally, I release a whimper, squirming.

“What, Mistress? Is someone feeling a bit needy?”

“Yes, please, I need more,” I whisper.

“Your wish is my command,” he promises. Wrapping his hands around the waistband of my panties, he pulls until they shred in his hands. In my defense, they were gauzy material, and I knew they wouldn’t be a match for him. Shoving the scrap of fabric in his pocket, he lifts my legs until they’re pressed up by my ears. “You’re so beautiful.”

Breathing deeply, his eyes flutter closed. “Damn. I wonder, would you gush and beg as I eat you out?” he asks.

“It depends on if you’re worth your salt.” I smirk. I’m waving the red flag in front of the bull, and his midnight blue eyes flash with desire.

Leaning slowly down, he drags his tongue over my core, just barely grazing my clit. My body jolts up, a command that he do better. Kenzo chuckles darkly, opening his lips to suck on my bundle of nerve endings.

“Mistress, how do you smell and taste so good?” he groans. I’m completely exposed to him now that he has my legs pinned to the table. Kenzo grins ferally at me with his face soaked by my juices. I should feel embarrassed, but he’s so damn proud. “Hold your legs open for me, Baby. I want to savor you.”

I immediately grab my thighs, leaving Kenzo’s hands free. Pushing his fingers deep inside of me, I gasp at how full I feel.

“You’re sucking my fingers in so well,” he praises. “I wonder if you’d do the same to my cock. What should I do to deserve the honor, Mistress?”