What the king Wants….

I strip and slide between the sheets on my overly large bed. I tuck my hands behind my head and stare at the ceiling. The room is so dark I can’t see my hand in front of my face. Anya is a modern young lady who thinks she can protect and provide for herself. I respect her working to make her life different from her mother’s. Regarding protection, I hope she’ll learn how vulnerable she is being associated with me.

My cock makes a tent, even with a heavy blanket covering it. I need to fuck her silly. Maybe it will give her a dose of reality and tame her. I’m in control. She needs to get used to a world dominated by men. By that, I mean me.