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Her eyes trace every movement.
“It’s nice to have a man at home,” she comments, biting her lip. It’s a hot day on Katantia, and she’s in her panties and my T-shirt. Without a T-shirt to cover me, I have my basketball shorts on. All her windows are wide open, and we’re sweating our asses off without the A/C turned on.
“That’s all I’m worth to you?” I hold the old light bulb in my hand, contemplating what to do. In the old days, before I removed myself from the palace, I would’ve taken it to our recycle point. Kamila’s recycling is a sport of its own, and she promotes this side of Katantia to the world with pride. Light bulbs and batteries, among other things, are routinely sent to the palace for disposal. The government deals with countries that dispose of such items.
Anyone who uses plastic straws here gets fined. Plastic bottles are widely shunned like sexting, and porn is—absurdity at its finest. In some cases, whenever Kamila’s in her bad moods, she might send a man to a punishment sex house for a week because they disobeyed one of the strict environmental laws. Sometimes, my daughter-in-law’s a sex dictator, and on other days, she’s just a woman that wants her shores clean, citizens happy, and her air clear.
Ivy steps up to me, her delicate fingers trailing the waistband of my shorts. They hang low, and she knows that. She’s been staring at my dick all day. One thing that I’ve noticed about Ivy is that she is spoiled. When she doesn’t get what she wants, she gets pouty. She’s a horny little doe right now, and it serves her right to suffer for a little while until she learns to treat her body like a temple. She says, “I offered to step on the ladder and do it myself, but you said something about not fucking me until I started eating regular meals again. If I stepped on that ladder, you would’ve had no chance but to spot me.”
Her fingers dip below the waistband of my shorts, and she grabs the base of my cock. She knows I don’t mind the pain. I welcome it. Her rough grip gets me going, and she manages to get me turned on in an instant. She doesn’t even have to stroke me. Her grip is enough. “I know how hard it is for you to spot me without dragging me to bed. All those innocent touches get you worked up.”
“You think too much of yourself, little doe.” I smirk at her, but she’s got me by the balls. I’m trying to teach her a lesson. No food? No sex. I’m patient. I must be. Without patience and discipline, I’d be fucked.3013and no arrests are my reward.
“I don’t have to think. I see. I feel...” She rubs my dick, making me groan.
“You’re not playing fair,” I say, finding her hand in my shorts and removing it. She shrugs cheekily.
If my needy little doe could take a page from my book… My obsessive nature works both ways, apparently. Without a job and a country to look after, I focus on new goals.Make Ivy eat again.
We’ve been doing great for days now, having found a schedule for food and relaxation. I go to work with her, and then I run errands.
I study her, and as much as I’m wary of her home after finding out who Hugh Abbott really is to her, I can’t find it in me to uproot Ivy from the only home she feels comfortable in.
Where would we go?
I can’t bear buying another house on Katantia, one that’s not on the palace compound. I can afford any place I set my eyes on, but I can’t do it to myself. It hurts my soul to think that the rift between my family and I can grow deeper.
It’s been days.
We haven’t spoken.
Not even Fylox has messaged me to keep me in the loop.
People don’t know that I’m not an official palace employee anymore, and that’s good. I don’t hate my family. I feel betrayed by their willingness to drop me. They still need to be kept safe, and until my men figure out their schedules and protocols, we’ll keep it quiet.
I’m living the life of a retired man, and if it weren’t for Ivy, I’d be bored.
In the week I spent with Ivy, I’ve visited her best friend slash most important patient, Ignas. Ivy is too exhausted from work to tend to him, so I check in on the poor guy every other day. He doesn’t like me and my obsessive tendencies very much.
It must have to do with the fact that I keep offering him money to move out of that unsafe shithole he resides in. If I were on speaking terms with Kamila, I’d urge her to make this abandoned youth facility one of her top priorities.
Kids are in danger there, and we must do something about it.
Nobody in their right mind willingly stays in the abandoned youth facilities. Most of the facilities are in the devastated south side, and at night, Katantia’s law enforcement must work double shifts to make sure nothing happens in the area.
People have moved out of the area, leaving the once family-friendly neighborhood a crime-ridden mess. The ruins of the mansions that once decorated the south side’s shores depress visitors. Youth facilities, homeless shelters, and shelters for lone women crowd the area, mostly underfunded and forgotten projects by international help organizations. Public services like schools, hospitals, or supermarkets are nonexistent. The only service that has been salvaged is public transport.
That’s how people like Ignas go to work in the city every day.
It breaks Kamila’s heart to have a decaying south side, and she works hard to lure in investors. There are a lot of dumb rich fucks out there, but none are dumb enough to build on land that might get ravished by nature in the future all over again.
Young men like Ignas have few prospects on Katantia. When you’re a man, and you don’t come from money, what’s your purpose on Katantia? The female body is the main breadwinner here, no matter how many campaigns Kamila and Adonis finance through government funds. What do you do when you were the victim of a child trafficking ring as a preteen boy?
You certainly shouldn’t go into sex work.
But Ignas did just that.
He reminds me of Fylox, back when he came home to us at eighteen years of age. Fylox couldn’t contain his aggression. He didn’t want help. He couldn’t trust. I had to work on making him a productive citizen—for my purposes, of course. With the treatment he’s been receiving from Ivy for the last five years, he’s calmed down even further. The lack of traveling throughout the year grounds him.
