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The deal I gave her was legitimate, though. I’m not interested in courting a woman or giving my kingdom to anyone. I need an heir. Someone bound by blood and legal papers. I have no family members here. Rico is my cousin, but we’re the same age, so that doesn’t help.
We’re still searching for her father, but a child will make a suitable replacement.
All night I lay there in my bed, wondering what it would be like to fill her tight pussy with my cum. It’s the first time I touched myself in months. I slide my hand under the sheet, and after a few tugs, I am coating my hand in oil and imagining Serenity riding my dick. Her tits swaying in my face, her hands on my chest as she moans and rolls her hips. It took thirty seconds before I was coming all over my hand and stomach. I’m not as satisfied as I hoped, but it’s enough to get me to fall asleep.
I turn the page of the morning paper, reading the news in Las Vegas. I let others read the online news. I can’t be bothered. Staring at a computer screen, I make sure all the stories that mention any of my businesses are flattering at the very least. So far, we’ve done a good job of keeping Brockman’s debt out of the paper.
Hearing footsteps in the hall, I look over my paper as Serenity stomps in with Mateo behind her. Her hair is a mess, probably hungover, and her face has that cute scowl. She’s wearing her clothes from last night.
“I thought I told you to get her some clothes?” I scold Mateo, who looks confused.
“I-um, sorry, sir. I must have forgotten.”
I take a sip of my coffee and look back at the paper.
“Get some,” I order, then I hear his shoes running down the hall.
I look up from the paper for a second to see Serenity still standing, arms crossed and eyes unsure.
“Serenity?”
“What?” she spits.
“Be a good girl and sit down.” I look up from the paper. “Now.”
Serenity’s stomach grumbles and she stares at the food on the table. I know she doesn’t want to do what I tell her, but she can’t resist the food. She lets out a breath before shuffling to the empty chair opposite me.
The chair makes scratching noises as she pulls in closer. I feel her foot brush against my leg, and we both look up. She looks embarrassed, and a blush runs up from her collarbone to her cheeks as she looks away.
I can’t help but smile at that. I’m getting to her. Even if she doesn’t want to admit it, a part of her wants me. When I told her to crawl to me, I saw it in her eyes. A flash of heat. A moment of consideration. But she’s too stubborn and independent to fall to my knees easily.
Getting her to submit to me is not part of the plan. But something is pulling me toward her. Something that makes me want her on her knees worshiping my cock before I make her come more times than she can count.
Perhaps there is room for both.
She tentatively grabs a piece of toast and puts some butter and jam all over it before taking a bite. I watch her closely as she eats. Filling her belly with homemade bread and jam. Fresh butter and orange juice.
I hand her the plate of eggs, and she looks at me nervously. I know kindness is not something that I often show, but I am capable of it.
“Have you thought about my offer, Serenity?” I ask her, folding the paper and placing it on the table.
She shuffles in her seat, a strand of dark hair falling over her face. She pushes it away as she folds her arms onto the table.
“I thought about it. And I want to know more about it. I mean… babies. It’s not like buying a car.”
Sitting across from her I mirror Serenity’s arms and lean forward, giving her my most charming smile.
“Well, Bambola, I assume you know how babies are made. I won’t force you, so whenever you are ready…I will fuck my baby into you. Just know that you can’t leave until after you’ve given birth, so the amount of time you’re here will depend on you. I will get you all the finest doctors, and you'll have all the help you could possibly need to make sure that you are comfortable and this goes as smoothly as possible. And after the baby is born, you’re free to leave. Your debt to us is squared, and you'll never see us again.”
Serenity takes a sip of her orange juices and starts to nod.
“And if I say no?” she asks.
“Then you’ll never leave.”
Her eyes widen, her glass of orange juice stopping at those pouty lips.
“You’re kidding?” She gasps.
