My wife is sitting beside me as we eat breakfast with my brother. I took off her belt right before we sat down, and now it’s laying across my thigh, branding me like iron. Her pussy is naked beneath her dress. A dress that has two high slits up the sides of her skirt. I could slip my hand through the gap so easily and nestle two fingers inside her as I eat.
“Deirdre has managed to resurrect all but one of the Vylians,” Nicholas says, heavily buttering a roll as he sits across from us. I keep my eyes on him even though my attention keeps drifting to my queen. She’s nibbling on a muffin. Her breathing is quick and shallow. Darting a glance at me, she blushes hard. Everyone watched me take the belt off her. Everyone knows it’s now on mylap. Jace is staring at her with hunger in his eyes. Irin keeps hers wisely on her plate of pancakes, berries, and yogurt.
“Send a message to their family and let them know they have the right to a fist’s share on the bombers. We’ll cover all travel expenses to and from Vyla,” I say to Nicholas, not giving my queen any outward attention. But fuck, do I want her on my lap. Or perhaps laid across the table, with trails of cream, honey, syrup, chocolate, and yogurt leading me to all the delicious parts of her...
“Do you want me to do that before or after I set up the hall for your press conference?”
“After.” Taking a bite of my breakfast, I try not to think about how it’d taste on my wife. But that’s the only thing my cock is thinking about as it strains against my trousers. The feel of the belt beside it is making it thick. The harsh breaths of Arienna is making it fuckingache.“The sooner I can educate our people on the vote, the better. Have you sent word to each of the major cities we’ll be visiting?”
“Yes. They’re all setting up in preparation for your tour. I wrote the announcement pamphlet last night and got it to various printers first thing this morning. You should have a full crowd for your debate with the Court after breakfast.”
I nod as I finish my meal. Leaning back in my chair, I continue to talk to my brother about everything that needs to be done in time for the vote. I trail my fingers over the chastity belt across my thigh. Then nudge it so it brushes up against the hardness of my cock.
Arienna whimpers beside me, and I know she has her eyes on my lap.
“Where are we with the security?” I ask, turning to Jace. The last thing I need is another bombing, turning the crowd into a mob. Evangeline dropped a report off late last night to tell me how close we are to another coup. I’m hoping the announcementof the vote will get them to cool down – why try to kill me now when they can simply vote me off my throne and remove the risk of being killed by my guard?
But I’ve opened up not just our markets to the Vylians but our borders too. So if there’s another attack framing the immigrants, it’ll cause a riot, and mob mentality is fucking stupid.
Jace slips a handful of gosberries into his tunic for later. “FI-9 is working with the Royal Guard. Both will be present at every stop in your tour.” He looks at Arienna, then back at me, but it isn’t sexually loaded. He knows Evangeline wants me to use her as bait, and he isn’t happy about it. Nor am I, but my hands are tied.
If I ignore a direct order from the head of FI-9, I’ll be charged with treason. And with Arienna as my wife, she will be forced to carry out my execution or die herself. Then the crown will pass to Nicholas.
Before I can answer his question, Fabia comes in for her turn to eat. My brother surges to his feet.
“I’m going to get started on those errands,” he says.
As he passes her on his way to the door, a flash of pain and self-doubt flickers across her face. She sits down in the chair he just vacated. Jace leans over to bump her shoulder with his.
“Nicholas,” I say, forcing him to stop and turn around at the door. His eyes find mine, but I can see the control it’s taking him not to look at Fabia as she tries to stop Jace from stealing food off her plate.
“You’ve already eaten, asswipe!”
“Hey, you can’t use that language with your superior. It’s important for you to learn to do your job while hungry.”
“You’re going to learn how to do it with one hand if you reach for my snakon again.”
Fighting a smile at my brother’s obvious irritation, I say, “I want you to join us in Valarassi today. It’ll be good for the public to see your support on this.”
He nods. Then very briefly as he turns around, his eyes flicker to Fabia. She looks at him a second too late though, only seeing the door close behind him.
A frown twitches at her lips. Then she shouts in rage as Jace takes that moment to snag another piece of fried snake meat. “Fuck off! There’s a whole bowl of it right there.”
“Ah, but food tastes so much better when it’s stolen.”
Arienna giggles beside me, and I lean over to whisper in her ear. “Are you done eating, my queen?”
She sucks in a breath. Looks down at her empty plate.
Pushing my chair back, I pick up the chastity belt. Fabia makes a gagging noise. Jace whispers something in her ear that makes her choke on her next bite. Then she quickly rises, her plate in hand, and moves away from the table.
“Sit in front of me,” I tell my queen as Jace clears a space for her. He puts our plates further down the table for the staff to collect once we leave.
Arienna looks across the room at Fabia, but although her cheeks are as pink as her hair right now, she dutifully does as I say. Turning away from her friend, she scoots back until only her knees hang over the edge.
“Spread your legs.”
She does so on shallow pants.
